I Punched The Bad Boy

-XVI- Sure You Do

|CHAPTER FIFTEEN|
|SURE YOU DO|

Thea's P.O.V

   I look at Ryder laying on the ground in pain. He clutches his miracle worker as he groans; his face turning am interesting shade of crimson.

   Serval heads turn in our direction. I can understand why, the scene before me is quite funny. Thanks to me, of course.

   We are currently in the bathroom utilities for females section of the store. Ryder is laying on the ground with a bunch of colorful boxes surrounding him.

   I bend down and grab a specific box. I walk into the frozen foods section, leaving Ryder on the ground with the colorful boxes.

   I grab three tubs of ice cream, Rocky Road, Vanilla, lastly, Cookies and Cream.

   I then walk back to the section where Ryder was laying. Only he wasn't there.

   "Ryder," I whisper-shout, "This is not the time for-" A pair of hands shove from behind me. I scream.

   Big mistake. My cheeks burn once more. "Ryder," I say shakily, "we need to go. Now." I grab his arm and start tugging him towards the exit.

   He leans back, "We still need to pay for the things you have in your hands," I shove the things into his hold and take his car keys from his pocket.

   "Pay for it for me. Tell me the price and I will pay you back." I run out the store leaving a dumbfounded Ryder.
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Ryder's P.O.V.

   I look at her strangely as she runs out of the store. Her silky black hair flying out from behind her as she runs.

   I walk over to a self check out and pay for the total after I scanned everything.

   The bags swing from my hands as I walk out the market place. I look for my car. My car stands out in the gloomy weather.

   "Hey Thea," I say when I open the back door. I toss the bags in, slam in shut, then get into the driver seat. "You okay?" I look over as I strap on my seat belt.

   She smiles and looks over at me, "Yes, I'm fine. Just take me home please." She shifts in her seat. "Fast," She pleads. I nod my head.

   I start up the car and break the speed limit. Just for her.

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   I grab the items I bought from the store from the back seat. When I turn around, Thea is already running back to her house.

   I chuckle and shake my head. I lock up the car and make my way to the opening of the house.

   "Ryder," A small voice echos, "Bring the bag please." I grab the box for her and make a quick journey to the bathroom.

   I close my eyes and grope the wall to get a sense of where I am going, "Am I getting closer?" I ask blindly.

   "Take two steps forward," I obey, "then three steps to the left."

   "My left or your left?" I ask.

   "My left," She announces. I nod and start going my left.

   "No! Not your left, my left!" She shouts.

   "I am going your left!" I yell back. I trip over something hard and land on my stomach. I groan.

   "Fanculo, Merda, Pisciare," I groan into the hardwood floor.

   I hear laughing coming from my right. "Are you okay?" She hiccups. I roll my eyes and limp up.

   "Yeah," I say sitting on the bed, "just a bruised ass." She laughs again.

   "Sta 'zitto," I mumble. I look around and visualize my venture to the bathroom. I then get up and close my eyes.

   "Ryder, hurry. My butt is starting to go numb," She whines.

   I huff, "Then come get it yourself." I continue my way to the bathroom.

   "No." She states. Once I make it, I blindly swing the box around.

   "Where are you?" I ask.

   "Set the box to your right," She replies. I drop the box.

   "No!" She shouts. "I meant my right," She chuckles awkwardly.

   "Seriously?" I wave my hands around, "Are you kidding me? That's it." I huff. "I'm opening my eyes." I open then just as Thea screams. I keep my eyes adverted to the ground.

   "What the actual hell!" Her voice is a higher octave then usual.

   I ignore her and grab the brightly colored box from the ground. "There, now take your pads, do whatever. I will be in the living room watching television." I walk out the bathroom.

   "I hate you so much," Thea mutters loud enough for me to hear. I laugh.

   "Sure you do, Sugar."
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Translations:
Italian-
  °Sta 'zitto- Shut Up
  °Fanculo- Fuck
  °Pisciare- Piss

Question of the Day:
What is your favorite kind of ice cream?

P.s. The song up above is my absolute favorite song! (I have so freaking many)
  

Edited as of June 24, 2017