"Alright, I'm done," Kehlani says. I gape at the cart filled with Chinese lights, some of the Chinese lamps that fly away too, snacks, dips of all sorts, plastic silverware, paper plate stacks, and much more. I look up at her. "Ready?" She asks. Ryder comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist, putting his head in the crook of her neck.
Oh my god. They are so cute. I can't even.
"I don't like you throwing parties." Ryder sighs into her neck. Her face softens. I look away awkwardly, sensing the story behind this.
(quite literally)
She smiles at him and pushes the cart into the check-out lane. "Not like Andrew's around to bother me anymore." She says, smiling at him widely as his eyes storm over. She grabs his hand, and his anger diminishes instantly. We all help put the stuff up.
"What are you kids doing?" The lady at the desk asks.
"I'm throwing my first party with the help of my new acquaintances," I tell her.
"HEY LOOK THE NERD!"
"THAT'S IT! YOU WANT TO LOSE YOUR SCHOLARSHIP TOO, TY?!" I screech back at him. The lady looks shocked. "Sorry, I have no clue why he's here. It seems basketball players take the joy out of following me around." I tell her. Her face shows concern.
"Are they stalking you? I could call security." She says. I laugh.
"No, no. It's fine." I say with a smile. Ty and Leroy finally turn up.
"Oh, who's the babe?" Ty asks, looking over at Kehlani. Ryder pulls her to him possessively. "Ha, dude, I'm messing with you. Pullin your leg. Saw ya looking at her. I'd know that gaze anywhere. It's the same little gaze our friend gives his little crush." Ty says, punching my arm lightly. I narrow my eyes.
"I'm considering kicking you off of my team," I growl out.
"You're not the coach." He says with a cocky smirk.
I step up and look him in the eyes.
"I'm an assistant coach with a famous brother who can make quite the convincing case when I think something doesn't belong. Try me, Tyler, try me." I say in my lowest voice possible. He steps back, his hands up. I drop the act and smile. "Also, party at my place, on the roof, at 8 o'clock. Be there or be a loser!" I say brightly, then swipe my card through the scanner to pay for all of the things before Kehlani does. She blinks, and then slowly puts her card away.
"I'll be there. Bring a few of the boys, too?" He asks.
"Everyone but Braden and his posse," I told him darkly. He blinks, looking confused.
"Why? They're awesome at a party-"
"Braden Lilick better not even step foot on my apartment's complex. He shouldn't even know. Don't fucking tell him. I don't want to deal with that douchebag." I snap at him. He raises his hands.
"Fine, fine, just a couple of close friends then." He says. I nod. "Alright, alright, I got you. See you later then." He says, and they walk off.
"Speaking of Braden, ready to tell me?" Parker asks. I shake my head and he nods. I wave to the cashier before Parker pushes the cart. I run ahead of the cart suddenly and step onto the little thing on the bottom so I can ride it while he pushes. "Daaaamn. How much do you weigh?!" He asks.
"Shut up. I'm legit 110 pounds."
He stops the cart.
"Your underweight. Are you okay? Are you eating enough? Do you have an eating disorder? Have you ever had an eating disorder? Are you okay? Don't say you're fine, because I read online that when girls say they're fine, it means the opposite."
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As We Are
Romantikk"Everything is fine until you come back." He mutters, kicking a rock. "Some people never get to come back." . In which two lonely people find company in one another, even if they are opposites.
