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“I don’t care,” he fights back, but I keep holding onto him.
“Stan, please,” I beg. Ryder passes in front of me, and I feel dizzy, knowing what he’s going to do. “Ryder!”
He turns for a second.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Ryder apologizes. Still, he’s not sorry because he continues his path, and before everyone can process it, his fist flies to Carter’s face, striking him so hard that he staggers back. “You’re a piece of shit!”
Carter’s groan echoes in the cafeteria. The deathly silence installs in the space, and I’m paralyzed. No one knows how to react. Ryder is typically a laid-back guy, funny and not the violent type, but today he’s the opposite of that. He’s furious, almost to the point where he’s after his teammate’s blood. His icy-blue eyes are glowing with malice.
“I expected more from you, Ryder,” John mutters, his hand checking if he’s bleeding. There’s a small trail of blood in his bottom lip, where he probably bit himself with the impact. “But well, I guess it shouldn’t surprise me. You’re Stanley’s bitch. What are you hoping for, to be the third plate?”
Ryder snorts.
“As if you were ever an option.”
Carter shrugs. “If that helps you sleep at night,” he retorts. “But be careful, that bitch will only stay to destroyeverything.”
“Do not push me, asshole,” Ryder warns through clenched teeth. “I know your pretty little secret, so if you don’t want me to go around making posts about your truths, stay in your fucking lane.”
John’s face goes paler than I thought humanly possible with Ryder’s threat.
“I dunno what you’re talking about.”
Ryder takes a step towards him, leaning to say something that only John can hear. After he’s done, Ry steps back with a satisfied grin.
“I know that because I was the one who stole your phone.”
The silence continues to the point where I don’t know if people are breathing. I haven’t been able to inhale since the moment Ryder punched him. Things have gone downhill fast and hard. I can’t understand what’s going on. Ryder threatened Carter to stop him from doing something else, and he also took the blame for—
Ryder’s protecting Stan.
Oh, Lord.
He has the power and the resources to come out of this without a single bruise, while Stanley can’t.
I follow Ryder out of the cafeteria, making sure that Stanley is walking with me and hasn’t stayed behind to kick Carter’s ass. We manage to catch up to him when he’s reaching the parking lot.
“Ry!” I yell, and this time he stops. I push him with both hands, although he can take my whole strength without issues. “What the fuck were you thinking, dumb cow?”
He smirks at my insult.
“You’re cute when you’re mad.”
I groan.
“Don’t minimize my feelings. Don’t even try to make me change my mind,” I grit out. “Did you have to make that scene? You could get in trouble!”
He raises his brows with amusement.
“I’d like to see them try.”
I roll my eyes at his egocentric remark.
“Bree’s right. What the hell was that?” Stanley questions. “You don’t have to take the fall for something that you didn’t do.”
Ryder shrugs.
“I can take it,” he says. “Carter won’t dare to mess with you with what I know about him.”
