The Side Character ?

Chapter 7 (Edited) - You want to name the cat Catzilla?

I shrug, "I guess I don't have a choice but to walk."

His eyes widen, "In this weather?"

"Yup," I say popping the 'P', "Luck really hates me."

"Where do you live again?" He asks thinking about something deeply.

I gave him a flat look, "You sure have a crappy memory. Stains Street, remember? You dropped me off?"

"Oh. Right."

Idiot.

"But that's like 30 blocks away!" Realization hits him as he looks as me as if I'm crazy to even consider this.

"Like I said, luck really hates me," I say unfazed.

I don't understand why it matters to him. Yes, I know that letting someone wander around in this weather is equal to making them sign their own 'death by pneumonia' sheet. But didn't he say he didn't care about people?

Stopping people I barely know from going to their deaths, is normally a job for someone like me. The warm and funny chubby girl. Not the hot and badass guy who could make any girl fall on their knees with a smirk.

And yes, I did call him hot. Because let's not pretend people. We all know that I have a crush on him.

But as I glance at him from the corner of my eyes to see him stroking Pixie's fur slowly...

I'm not sure I can judge him anymore.

I've read tons of books. The male characters in those are always dreamy and perfect. Ranging from the sweet and funny Prince charming types to protective and possessive Prince of hell type. From the playboys to the bad boys. From the shy nerds to the rich jerks. You name it and I've read about them.

But I can't place him in any category. He acts all rude and jerk-like the first time, then he's talking about books and stories with me, then he's smiling like a child while seeing a cat, then he literally tells me he has never met a girl like me!

He seems like a never ending mystery. Someone with so many sides, I can't place him in even one category.

But I guess that's real life.

"You can come to my house."

I snap my head towards him unsure if I heard him right.

"What?"

"You can come to my house?" He offers looking away from me, "It's right around the corner. You can dry off your clothes too. I'm sure my mom will have something for you to wear."

I'm flabbergasted. I don't know what the hell to say. Should I? But I've only known him for two days! This is crazy!

"You don't have to come if you don't want to," he glances at me, "I just I'd let you know. Besides in this weather..." He pointedly looks around us.

I gulp and follow his eyes. It seems to rain even heavier than a minute ago. No more than two feet can be seen. It's freezing cold and the wind whips strongly in my face.

This is even crazier.

"Okay! Let's go!"

He smirks realising that he got me.

"But you better not be a serial killer!" I hug his jacket tighter around me, "I swear I know karate."

"Sure," he rolls his eyes and hands me Pixie, "Here. Tuck her into the jacket. It'll keep her warm since we're going to dash through the rain. Follow me!"

Without even a warning he runs off. I curse that idiot and quickly follow him .

He wasn't lying when he said it was just around the corner. In about two minutes, we are standing before a small house. Ryder jerks his head towards the front door and we go to stand in it's shade.

It's a one story house with brick walls. The glass windows are tattered and stained. There's moss growing on one side and the walls are dark with water marks. But these are not what catch my eyes.

There are beautiful and intricate flower patches surrounding the house. Roses, Lillis, Violets and some flowers I've never seen but are mesmerizing, are planted beautifully around the small lawn that surrounds the house.

"I know it's not great but..." Ryder bites his lip, seeming nervous for the first time.

"It's beautiful," I breath out meaning every letter.

He snaps his head towards me, surprised at my honest tone and follows my gaze smiling widely, "My mom planted those flowers. It's her hobby you know? Gardening. After our dad left us five years ago to be with his sluts, it's all she does to cover up her sorrow."

There's a flicker of pain in his eyes but it's gone so soon and replaced with an emotionless face that I doubt if it was even there.

"Do you think you're mom will get mad?" I ask quietly realising how much he loves his mother with the way he talks about her.

He looks at me weirdly. "Why would she be mad?"

I tuck a hair behind my hair and look at my shoes, "I don't know. Because I popped out of nowhere without any further notice?"

He smiles slightly; shaking his head be places both of his hands on my shoulder, forcing me to look up.

"Hey," he smiles at me softly, "My mom will love you. Specially since you seem to be so taken with her flowers," he chuckles lightly and jokes, "She gets on cloud nine whenever someone just as much looks at her flowers. And you complemented them! So don't worry okay?"

I just nod my head, unable to form words. My heart's beating loudly from our bodies close proximity so it doesn't really help either.

Important tip guys - Never stand this close to your crush unless you want to have a heart attack.

"Good," he smirks and steps away, "Come on. Let's go inside. Or do you want to stand here freezing your ass off?"

He holds the door open for me and I step inside.

And a newspaper smacks right into my face.

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