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Chapter Three- Ivy's
POV
I looked up to check on
my mom and she was still in the same spot, she hadn’t even
moved a muscle. When I turned my head back Ryder wiped away the
tear on my check. I let go of him and took a half step back and
smiled. I noticed I was blushing, so I looked down at my feet.
Ryder took a step towards me and lifted my head with his hand, so
that my eyes met directly with his. He leaned down and I thought he
was going to kiss me.
I leaned in to kiss him, maybe I was just caught up in the moment
and all. But he turned his head, he said “I’m sorry,
I’m just not the kind of guy to kiss someone I’m not
dating.” I was shocked for a moment considering that
he’s a popular and he’s the star of the football
team. Not to mention he is extremely attractive… not
Channing Tatum material, but good enough for me. I always thought
he was the type of guy.. guess the saying “can’t
judge a book by its cover” fits in this scenario. I
stuttered, “I-I’m sorry, I’m not the type
either.. I guess I just got caught up in the moment is all.
I realized we were still at the graveyard, I guess I really was
caught up in the moment. I quickly turned around to see my mom
had disappeared. I started freaking out, mentally that is. I put
my hand to Ryders chest and pushed him back and started walking
around looking for my mom. After 15 mintues of searching
aimlessly around the graveyard I saw that she was just sitting up
against the back side of dads headstone praying. I went and sat
with her and suddenly all the flashbacks began. I reemebered the
last promise my dad ever made to me… I was crying but I
began laughing at all the memories. I stood up and walked to the
other side of the headstone to where the writing was ecripted
into the granite. I saw that Ryder was still standing there, but
he was smiling for some reason and it confused me. I asked him
why he was smiling and he said “Well, atleast I’m not
the one to make a beautiful girls make up run” S/it. I
forgot that I wasn;t wearing waterproof make- up and realized I
probably looked like a clown. I joking said “Aww. Ry
doesn’t like clowns?” His smile faded and he pursed
his lips. He said “You called me Ry. No ones ever called me
that, I like it and I like yo-… I mean ya I like
it”
Did Ryder Manson just say he liked Me? How could
he like me, he couldn’t.
{Authors note: I probably will write again on
monday or wednesday, not sure yet... sorry for not writing a lot
lately. Thanks for reading, I hope you like it, feeback
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xoxo- ashley
