Chapter 55

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It's been three weeks.

Three weeks since I've stepped foot inside a club.

Three weeks since I met with Mason. Two weeks since he'd told me that were brother and sister.

Three weeks since I've spoken to Ryder.

It's been a horrible three weeks. Mainly because of that last statement.

The boys and I still went to school as usual, but we went without Ryder. He never came to school with us, if he came at all.

James and Caroline had returned about a week and a half before so I ended up moving back to my house. I thought it was for the best. I couldn't stand the awkward tension that the house would have whenever Ryder and I were in the same room.

But the boys told me that they barely saw him anymore. He was always in and out of the house, only coming there when he needed something. Sometimes he would lock himself in his office for hours on end, never coming out unless he was leaving the house, which was most of the time. I figured he was busying himself with something gang related.

I kept myself busy with school work and group projects and avoiding the people I lived with. Whenever I came home, I'd rush straight to my room, locking myself inside and played music through my headphones really loud.

I would see the boys at school on most days, but I stopped spending a lot of time with them despite their urges for me to do so. I just couldn't stay there without noticing that there would always be someone missing from the group.

I'd seen him around school a couple times too. Once or twice a week or maybe if I was lucky, I'd see him every other day. But other than that, his presence at school was inconsistent.

I wanted so badly to talk to him. It physically pained me to see him and not be able to talk to him. But there was just something about the way he would stare at me whenever we made eye contact in the hallway or in class, where he would stare straight into my eyes, shake his head to himself and walk away. There was just something about that simple action that just pushed me away even more. My flags of pride and ego flew high, so I'd just hold my chin up, turn and walk away.

I guess, somewhere deep down, I had expected him to fight for me. Maybe I was being petty and immature but I wanted to see if our relationship meant as much to him as it did to me. And based on what I was seeing so far, it didn't. And as much as it killed me, not talking to him, I wasn't going to be that weak, desperate girl I forced myself to be in the past. I loved him, I really did. But it was his turn to fight.

As for Mason, I had seen him around school but like Ryder, he was more absent than present.

He hadn't tried to talk to me ever since our last encounter but he didn't bully me either like he used to, which I was grateful for. He would occasionally see me in the hallways and give me a small smile but that was it. I guess it was to maintain his bad boy reputation, which I didn't mind, as long as it wasn't affecting me.

Me being Mason's supposed sister was still a hard pill for me to swallow. It all made sense but there was still apart of me, the curious part, that wouldn't be satisfied until I found out more. And I was afraid of where that road would lead me.

Like they said, curiosity killed the cat.

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"Dorian" the abrupt and harsh knocking on my door interrupted my focused state on this math problem I had been trying to solve for the past 20 minutes.

I closed my eyes and sighed in frustration. "Come in" I forced out through clenched teeth .

Caroline poked her head through the small opening. "We're heading out"

Her face held copious amounts of foundation and concealer and a pink blush danced over the caked skin of her cheeks. She wore mascara and eyeliner and pink eye shadow. Her plump lips were painted a nude pink colour. But what caught my attention was her hair; curled to perfection and cascading down to her shoulder, almost touching her mid back. Her hair was naturally straight, so when she put this much effort into her appearance, I knew it was either one of two things.

1. She was going to a banquet or dinner of some sorts.

2. They were going on a date.

Either way, I knew I shouldn't expect to see them home for the rest of the night so I simply gave a small smile and nodded. "Ok" I responded in a quiet voice.

"Don't wait up" she said before she slammed the door shut and I heard her heels clicking as her footsteps faded down the hallway.

"Wouldn't dream of it" I muttered to myself after I was sure she was gone.

After about two minutes, I heard the car drive out of the driveway and let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Dropping my head onto my math text book in front of me on my desk, I let out a sigh of exhaustion.

When will life just give me a damn break?!

A stone hit my window.

The sudden sound startled me and I immediately sat up straight in my chair, body rigid with alertness and hairs standing on end.

Another stone hit my window, this time with a but more force.

Slowly, I Rose from my chair and took small quiet steps towards my window. Moving the blinds slightly, I peeked one eye through just in time for another stone to hit the window. I yelped and jumped back in reflex, even though the window was closed and the stone couldn't hit me.

I peeked out again and saw Ryder bending down to pick up another stone from the ground.  I quickly opened the window before he decided to throw another one and spoke up.

"Should I let down my hair now?"

My voice caught him by surprise as his hand with the stone froze in mid air before he let it slowly fall to his side, the stone dropping to the ground immediately after.

There was a small tug at the corner of his lips as he gazed up at me with longing eyes. "No actually. I don't want to come up. This time I want to take you somewhere with me"

His smooth, deep voice made my knees feel like jelly. And his accent! My God did I miss his voice.

Calm yourself woman, you're still mad.

But I-

Mad.

"What makes you think I'll go anywhere with you?" I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest and raised my right eyebrow, trying to intimidate him.

"I don't think you'll come but I'm still here, trying" he gazed up at me desperately. "I'm trying Dory. This may very well be the last chance I get"

I furrowed my brows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Will you come with me?"

I paused. Would I? I really wanted to, but a part of me, an albeit small part, still wanted to play hard to get. I mean, he did hurt me. But there's no logic in trying to punish someone if you're going to punish yourself in the process. But would it always be this easy for him to walk back into my life?

I sighed. "Give me a second"

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