I was standing there transfixed watching Ryder say something to Amelie which made her smile and she looked at me and mouthed the word "Go", I want to thank Ryder as well so I let him literally drag me out of the house. It was a different experience navigating through the crowd when compared to before. When Amelie and I were trying to get through we had to literally fight through this crowd, but when Ryder walked people saw his face and just made way for him, it was almost like he was Moses from the bible parting the black sea, or was it a blue sea.

I am pretty sure it was the alcohol in me but I start giggling uncontrollably thinking about Ryder in brown robes parting the sea which makes him turn around and look at me quizzically. I shake my head in a no motion and he continues on leading me down outside the house and on a pathway which leads to behind the house where there is an empty play yard with swings and slides. I vaguely remember Dylan telling me something about Claire having a little sister, this was probably her playground

"Where are you taking me, Moses?'' I start laughing when he stops and looks at me like I was crazy.

I remove my hand from his and run towards the swings, when I get there I pull my heels off and throw them on the ground and jump on one swing. I push myself off with my feet and start swinging bending my head backward letting the wind rush all over my face, my blonde hair flying wildly. Every time I came up I saw Ryder with a wtf look on his face walking closer to me. As I kicked off with my feet to gain more momentum, I feel Ryder's warm hands cover mine as he grabs the swing by the chains and stop it with me still on it. I pull my head up pouting up at him as he towers over me his warm hands covering mine still holding the chains.

He looks at my lip and his eyes darkens, he closes his eyes and opened them again like he was fighting some internal battle. "How drunk are you princess?'' he looks at me intently.

I furrow my brow deep in thought as I try to remember how many drinks me and Amelie had. "Five or Six vodkas .. but I swear I am not wasted, I am just happy, and you mister" I poke him in the chest " are not letting me swing thereby preventing me from said happiness" I let go of the swing to extend my arms out in the air and almost topple out of the swing. Ryder's reaction is swift as grabs me by the waist and steadies me back and slowly places my hands back on the chains and covers both my hands.

Ryder continues looking at me intently "I think you're wasted princess, you called me Moses, I don't even know who the fuck he is but I don't like being called by some other fucker's name"

I burst out laughing "Noo...nooo, your not Moses, you're like Moses, I mean I know who you are... Moses was a joke, like the Moses from the bible parting the seas of people..no wait the seas of water...wait" I stop at the even more confused look on his face now. I close my eyes and open them again trying to explain "No..look it was funny when I thought about it but yeah I don't think I can explain it now, but trust me when I say that I know who you are. You are Ryder, R- Y- D- E- R " I spell his name out for him but seeing his not so impressed face I decide to pout at him again.

He looks at my lips again and growls " Stop pouting or I'll bite that lip of yours'' he whispers huskily. I blush and look down at my feet as he settles down cross legged on the grass in front of me with me still on the swing . He picks up my feet and puts them in his lap and sighs. He pulls his hood off and runs his hand through his hair. I gasp seeing the bruising on his face more clearly in the light now.

"What happened to you?'' I lean forward and reach my hand out tracing his face gently. He closes his eyes and lets me trace down his cheek but then he grabs my hand and slows puts it down on my lap and leaves it "Nothing that can't be fixed." he grunts

We sit there for a while not saying a single word, with him sitting cross-legged in front of me his head resting on his propped-up hands watching me and me on the swing, my bare feet touching either side of his legs staring back at him.

I don't know why but it felt natural like we didn't need to speak, I felt at peace and somehow I could tell that he liked it as well. We couldn't hear the music from here, all that we could hear was the sounds of the night. I study his face, although it was bruised he was really painfully handsome, at the same time there was something in his eyes which screamed out pain and loss. I wonder if he can see the ghosts that haunt me in my eyes.

After what seems like eternity he reaches out and takes my heels from the ground and slows puts them onto each of my foot very tenderly

" I have no fucking clue how the fuck you wear these things, they look bloody painful, why you girls even do this to yourselves is beyond me''

He puts my feet back on the ground and stands up brushing his pants and holds his hands out to me. I put both my hands in his and slowly stand up "You know girls don't just wear these for vanity, these heels can be used as self-defense, they are so pointed that they can maim or even kill an opponent" I whisper the last bit out.

He looks at my lips again and leans forward still holding my hands "Yet I didn't see you using your super weapons on that guy who was pawing all over you, were you waiting for a bigger emergency than that to whip out these bad boys" He pulls back and grins at me knowing that he got me good.

My mouth drops open and I pull my hands off his and cross them over my chest "What the fuck, Ryder, no I mean yes ... I mean...aargh your an annoying boy"

He smiles at me and shrugs off his hoodie, when he pulls it off, it lifts his shirt a bit showing me his well-defined and toned abs which makes me drool. He walks closer to me and puts it over my head, lifting it so that I put each arm into the holes and he pulls it down and stands back looking satisfied

"Much better" he smiles, and then his face darkens "You know what, I'm super pissed at you princess for one, wearing this tight black dress which has every guy in there drooling , and two for being by yourself at some fucking party where everyone is drunk " He stops to admire me in his hoodie again and smiles softly"Looks better on you than it ever did on me" and then as if he remembered something he takes a step back, " Where is that fucking twat Dylan, I am assuming he brought you here"

I glare at him "Ok one I don't know where Dylan is, he is not my keeper and two I happen to look very pretty in this dress" I put my hands on my hips ''and I wasn't alone" he gives me a knowing glance "Amelie does not count princess, you saw how she couldn't save you from that sleaze "

"Whatever ever" I pouted. He groaned "Stop pouting, just stop pouting or I swear I'll do something which will really piss you off"

"Like what'' I blurted out.

His eyes darkened " Like grab you by your hair and kiss you so hard you'll stop talking back at me"

I stop pouting and I look at him again, he looks really tired his right eye was going more swollen and bluer by the minute, there was some bad bruising on his cheek along with the cut lip which I think was from today morning. I sigh and hold out my hand to him "Come on let's go find some ice for your face" He shakes his head at me "Na, I'm fine" he pulls his phone out "I'm going to call Bryan and ask him to bring Amelie out here and Bryan will drive you both home, he's just had one beer so he's fine to drive"

He turns to walk away and it annoys me "No" I shout, he turns back and looks at me his eyebrows raised "What did you say?" he put his phone back into his pocket and walk back to me so close that I could feel his minty breath on my face.

I lift my chin defiantly not ready to back up

" I said No, If you're not going to let me put ice on your stupid face I am not going home, I'm going back in without" I try pulling off his hoodie and somehow end up getting stuck in it "your hoodie and I will use my heels as weapons against anyone who stops me, you included thereby proving my point that these are weapons" I mumble from within the hoodie not ready to admit that I needed rescuing from within the hoodie.

I feel strong hands hold my waist and I get goosebumps all over my body as he gently pulls it down over my head and gently pulls my hands out of the armholes again. He stares intently at me and slowly reaches his hands under my neck and pulls out my blonde hair from within the hoodie and arranges it around my shoulders. He bites his lower lip and looks at me, I stare back at him wondering if he was going to kiss me but he just shakes his head "Princess you're drunk and not in your senses, just go home will you?"

I fold my arms again "Only if you let me dress your wounds" He sighs in frustration "Fine but it can't be here, it has to be somewhere else " I smile at him and clap my hands excitedly"Yes Yes, you can come to mine, I'll dress your wounds there, my mums only going to be back home by tomorrow morning so we should be fine"

Ryder quirks his eyebrow up "Princess I don't know if your really drunk, but that definitely sounds like an invitation for me to stay the night, I mean I don't blame you, I guess you really want to get a piece of this don't you? " he points to his chest with his fingers smirking all the while.

I blush bright red and cover my face with my palms "No... I don't want...that... I mean argh just take your mind out of the gutter and let's go, I'll fix you up and then you can then leave, no one is staying over"

I peek through my fingers at him and he pulls my hands off my face smiling at me "Whatever you say princess although I do know that your burning for some of this"

His phone beeps and he looks at it "Alright, Bryan has just responded, he's making his way out with Amelie and we can leave alright" I smile at him and follow him as he makes his way back to the front of the house.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into but I just was drawn to Ryder like never before. It's almost like I just saw another side of him and I was really liking this bad boy right now.