Ride or Die {Book 1} ✔️

Chapter 21: Time For Me To Fight Back

Chapter 21: Time For Me To Fight Back

"Ouch." I said, wincing at the burning sensation on my hands. Evan continued to work anyways, wiping a napkin gently over them before wrapping cotton bandages around both. I stared as he worked quickly, his attention focused only on my hands. I couldn't help but to notice how gentle he was being, again.

It made me feel like such a pathetic person. A bit of anger boiled up in me as I replayed everything that went down in these few days. It seemed like more and more, I turn into a freaking girl.

I mean, I am a girl, but when did I act like one? When did I become dependent on others like this? What happened to me doing my own thing and holding up my own weight? Now look at me, going about crying and hugging on to people. Slowly I was turning into a mini Bridget A bitter taste filled my mouth at the disgusting thought.

"You better go before someone catches you in here." I said flatly, as soon as he had finished my bandaging up my hands. He nodded and I walked over to the door of the girl's bathroom and made sure the coast was clear. I motioned to get out before following after him.

We went down the hallway and took a seat at one of the black tables near the windows. It smelled like salt and the delicious scent of apple pies. McDonald always seemed to have a new smell floating about itself.

"This is where I met you." I mumbled staring at the table, a shiny black the reflected my face dully. But even there I could see the redness and tiredness in my eyes and face. I had to look away. Instead, I turned my eyes to look out the window, at the pasting people, living their normal life. I envied them.

"I'll get something to drink." Evan said, using that emotionless voice he was known for. Was it me or did it sound even more flat than before? After me clinching to him and nearly falling into a pool of nothing, we walked to McDonald. He didn't ask me anything about my mother and I had yet to explain to him what had happened.

I couldn't help but to still feel mad about what he had done while we was in the hospital. I mean it was wrong for me to blame what had happened on him, just because he hadn't made it home fast enough. I was just anxious and scared, stuff just babbled out of my mouth. And then he used my name, emphasizing it, obviously knowing I don't like to be called that any longer. I felt betrayed for some strange reason.

I've only know him for like three days, why was I feeling so strongly for him? Was there a such thing as love at first sight? No, no, it couldn't be. I don't feel anything for him. Its just friendship, I don't like it when friends do that to me. Throughout this whole thing, I've only been thinking of him as a friend. I forced that thought to plant itself in my mind, not shifting or moving.

"Kylie!" A voice yelled across the whole place and bounced off the walls. I was tempted to throw my hands up to my ears, but instead forced them into my lap. Looking for the source of the voice, my eyes landed on a person eagerly waving to get my attention.

I knew her, from somewhere. The teenage girl was making her way towards my table and before long she had popped herself in the seat in front of me. I knew that golden brown hair and those hazel eyes from somewhere. I was searching for an answer but I just couldn't find one.

"Who are you?" I asked, leaning back in my seat, ready to lift up my hood and hide away from human civilization.

The girl shook her head, the smile that was on her face died down a little. "I can't believe you don't remember me. Its me, Jordan. We met on the Monday after you got into it with Bridget."

"Oh." I said, not knowing what else to say. I did remember her faintly now, but she wasn't all that important in my life right now. Not with everything that was going on, I'm surprised I even remembered her appearance.