He Said Hi

The sequel to "He Said Bye" is finally here! Ever since Bridgett's boyfriend, Ryder moved to New York, she has been conflicted as to whether she should move on or not. She finally moves on to a guy she liked. His name is Jake, and he is very sweet and nice. Bridgett knows that he isn't as good as Ryder, but she still wants to move on. Then, something happens that will change Bridgett's relationships drastically. Conflict will arise and Bridgett will have to decide... (read the book to find out)!


16. Facing Ryder

The next morning, I got ready for school like usual, thinking of Ryder the whole time. I had gotten several texts from Ryder since yesterday. Most of them apologies, some of them asking if I was okay and wanted to come over. I just ignored them all.

I ate my breakfast; a bowl of oatmeal with extra sugar in it. I hardly ever ate breakfast, but I woke up really early and had nothing else to do. I decided to just go and read the book I had just gotten from the library. It’s the third book in The Selection series. It’s called The One. I envy Maxon and America, and the love they share between them.

I get through about fifty pages, and right when I’m at a really good part, I hear a knock on the door. I know who it is before I answer it. I feel like ignoring it and going to my room, but my mind had told me to open it.

There’s Ryder, standing on our front porch. I want to hug him, then slap him, then kiss him, then kick him. A blizzard of emotions fly through my head. I decide very carefully on what to say, but it doesn’t come out the way I want it to.

“Why are you here?” I say hurtfully.

“I was wondering if you wanted a ride to school.” Ryder take another step forward, but I’m blocking the doorway.

“I have a car, but thanks for the offer.” I say sarcastically.

“Bridgett, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you! I just was so surprised it all hit me at once.” Ryder pleads.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you said I’m just like Cass.” I only realize how much it actually hurt me, what he said, when the words leave my mouth.

“I was wrong. I was mad. I’m sorry.” Ryder’s eye glistened like they usually do. I wanted to stare into his eyes longer, but reality set back in.

“I don’t need a ride. Have fun moving into your house Ryder.” I shut the door in his face. I know it’s hurtful, but I don’t honestly care.

I don’t feel like reading anymore, instead I feel like going to school. I grab my keys, get in my car, and drive off listening to the radio. It’s a short drive, so I don’t really think about anything. I park and walk into school filled with anger as soon as I see Cass’ face. I want to yank out her perfectly highlighted hair which she swears is “natural.” and I want to slap the caked on makeup right off her face.

I think better of it though and just go and sit with Trish, Meg, and Jayde. Their faces say it all. They want me to tell them all how great it went with Ryder and I. I ignore their curious expressions hoping that they wouldn’t ask.

“How’s it go yesterday?” Meg asks excitedly.

I shrug my shoulders.

“Did something happen?” Trish asks, noticing the hurt in my eyes.

“Cass sent him this picture. She must’ve screenshot the video of her lapdance. She sent the screenshot to Ryder, claiming it was me and he told me to leave, I asked him why, and…” I trail off, fighting back tears, “I told him it was Cass and he tried to apologize but I was so mad I just stormed off before he could stop me.”

Their faces were full of shock.

“Bri, I’m sorry. Have you talked to him since?” Meg inquiries.

“No.” I lie, not wanting to talk about this morning.

“He didn’t even try to text you?” Jayde joins the conversation.

“He did, I just ignored it.” I reply.

I honestly didn’t want to tell them any of this. I knew they would ask about it though. After I recapped what had happened, I thought about all they ways it could have gone differently. What I could have done, what Ryder shouldn’t have done. It comes to me in a rush and I’m trying to grasp every little bit, thinking of what I could do to make it better.

I decided to text him. I wasn’t going to specifically reply to any of his texts, but I was going to tell him something. I pull out my phone, curiosity streaks across my friend’s faces. I pull up my conversation with Ryder and begin typing, careful of my words. After trying to type something meaningful, I give up and decide that in-person communication would be better. I text, “@ my house, 4. K?” I get a fast response, “K, c u l8r (kissy emoji).” I don’t like the kissy emoji at the end of the text, but I let it go.

I had to think of what I would say to Ryder, what I would do. Nothing comes to me, mostly because I am interrupted by someone. They are pulling my out of my chair and yanking my arm to the corner of the room. I gasp at first, then I see their face.

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