feeling doubtful.
Chapter Six
Ryder
I was surrounded by thousands of screaming girls and Jake. I was sure there were a few other guys scattered throughout the arena, but I couldn’t see any of them. I felt very tall and very masculine and not a good way, knowing we both stood out like sore thumbs.
I was truthfully surprised that I was actually there. When the tickets for Sydney’s show had arrived a few days earlier, I’d stared at them in disbelief for close to an hour as I tried to process what they meant. She’d reached out. She’d sent me tickets. Or someone on her team had.
Shit, what if she’d told them months ago that they should send me tickets to the show in Orlando, and then she’d forgotten to tell them to take me off the list. Maybe I’d gotten them by accident.
Then I thought maybe I shouldn’t go. Initially I’d decided I was going. There was no way I was going to miss seeing her, especially if she wanted me there. But what if it was all a mistake? Was she going to look down into the front row and get annoyed when she saw me?
No, I didn’t think she’d be annoyed, but it would probably be awkward for both of us. I could only imagine the look of pity she’d give me as she stood on stage looking all hot and sexy. All I’d want to do was grab her and kiss her, and she’d be looking at me like ‘Who is this obnoxious stalker guy who won’t leave me alone? I used to be friends with him before he made out with me one night, and it was the worst kiss ever’.
Okay, so maybe I was being a touch melodramatic. I knew I wasn’t a bad kisser. I was just way out of Sydney’s league. I decided then that I wouldn’t go to the show.
“Hey man,” Jake had said when he’d gotten home from the gym.
I was sitting in the exact same spot still staring at the front row tickets. “Want to go to a concert?” I asked him, my brain having a mind of its own. I’d already decided I wasn’t going, but suddenly I was changing my mind.
“Sure,” he said, as he pulled his sweat-soaked t-shirt off over his head. “Which one?”
“ Sydney Chase.”
“Fuck no, man. Are you joking? I thought you won tickets to Linkin Park or something.”
I s hook my head. “Nope, sorry.” Then I held up the tickets.
“You actually bought tickets to her show,” he groaned. “That’s even worse! Damn, man, just give it up already.”
“She sent me the tickets,” I said, raising my eyebrows in emphasis.
Jake’s eyebrows rose to meet mine. “She did? Was there like a note or anything with them?”
Shit, I hadn’t even checked for a note. I rifled through the papers that were in the FedEx envelope , but there was only basic information about the concert.
I looked up at Jake. “No, no note.”
He shook his head. “I don’t know, man. This doesn’t sound like a good idea. Are you prepared for her to brush you off like she’s been doing for the past five months, because she might do that. I don’t want you to be all like ‘Yay, Sydney likes me. We’re going to make out and get married and have babies, and it’ll all be sooo perfect’, and then she’ll be like ‘No, I just want to be friends’. And you’ll be all like ‘I don’t know why Sydney doesn’t like me, Jake? Why aren’t I good enough for her?’ And I’ll be like, ‘Fuck her. Let’s go have a beer and get laid.’ But you’ll be all ‘I can’t. I’m too sad to drink. I’ll never be able to look at another girl again without thinking of her. Poor me’.”
I glared at him and his mocking dialogue, complete with hand gestures.
“Are you about done with your little play? Or did you want to give me the second act?” I asked sarcastically.
He laughed. “ Do you want to hear the second act?” he asked, sounding all too eager to share it with me.
“ Not particularly. I can only imagine what your twisted mind would come up with.”
He hoisted himself up onto the platform and let his legs dangle over
Chapter Six
Ryder
I was surrounded by thousands of screaming girls and Jake. I was sure there were a few other guys scattered throughout the arena, but I couldn’t see any of them. I felt very tall and very masculine and not a good way, knowing we both stood out like sore thumbs.
I was truthfully surprised that I was actually there. When the tickets for Sydney’s show had arrived a few days earlier, I’d stared at them in disbelief for close to an hour as I tried to process what they meant. She’d reached out. She’d sent me tickets. Or someone on her team had.
Shit, what if she’d told them months ago that they should send me tickets to the show in Orlando, and then she’d forgotten to tell them to take me off the list. Maybe I’d gotten them by accident.
Then I thought maybe I shouldn’t go. Initially I’d decided I was going. There was no way I was going to miss seeing her, especially if she wanted me there. But what if it was all a mistake? Was she going to look down into the front row and get annoyed when she saw me?
No, I didn’t think she’d be annoyed, but it would probably be awkward for both of us. I could only imagine the look of pity she’d give me as she stood on stage looking all hot and sexy. All I’d want to do was grab her and kiss her, and she’d be looking at me like ‘Who is this obnoxious stalker guy who won’t leave me alone? I used to be friends with him before he made out with me one night, and it was the worst kiss ever’.
Okay, so maybe I was being a touch melodramatic. I knew I wasn’t a bad kisser. I was just way out of Sydney’s league. I decided then that I wouldn’t go to the show.
“Hey man,” Jake had said when he’d gotten home from the gym.
I was sitting in the exact same spot still staring at the front row tickets. “Want to go to a concert?” I asked him, my brain having a mind of its own. I’d already decided I wasn’t going, but suddenly I was changing my mind.
“Sure,” he said, as he pulled his sweat-soaked t-shirt off over his head. “Which one?”
“ Sydney Chase.”
“Fuck no, man. Are you joking? I thought you won tickets to Linkin Park or something.”
I s hook my head. “Nope, sorry.” Then I held up the tickets.
“You actually bought tickets to her show,” he groaned. “That’s even worse! Damn, man, just give it up already.”
“She sent me the tickets,” I said, raising my eyebrows in emphasis.
Jake’s eyebrows rose to meet mine. “She did? Was there like a note or anything with them?”
Shit, I hadn’t even checked for a note. I rifled through the papers that were in the FedEx envelope , but there was only basic information about the concert.
I looked up at Jake. “No, no note.”
He shook his head. “I don’t know, man. This doesn’t sound like a good idea. Are you prepared for her to brush you off like she’s been doing for the past five months, because she might do that. I don’t want you to be all like ‘Yay, Sydney likes me. We’re going to make out and get married and have babies, and it’ll all be sooo perfect’, and then she’ll be like ‘No, I just want to be friends’. And you’ll be all like ‘I don’t know why Sydney doesn’t like me, Jake? Why aren’t I good enough for her?’ And I’ll be like, ‘Fuck her. Let’s go have a beer and get laid.’ But you’ll be all ‘I can’t. I’m too sad to drink. I’ll never be able to look at another girl again without thinking of her. Poor me’.”
I glared at him and his mocking dialogue, complete with hand gestures.
“Are you about done with your little play? Or did you want to give me the second act?” I asked sarcastically.
He laughed. “ Do you want to hear the second act?” he asked, sounding all too eager to share it with me.
“ Not particularly. I can only imagine what your twisted mind would come up with.”
He hoisted himself up onto the platform and let his legs dangle over
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