"Kennedy! Would you hurry up!" Ryder asked frustratedly.

"I don't know what to wear!" I complained and threw myself hopelessly on my bag.

"Clothes! That can't be so hard!" he replied.

I was currently trying to find an outfit for the party tonight. Somehow I had managed to convince Ryder to go. So now the whole team was going to go.

Coach was so happy with our win that he let us do anything we wanted tonight. As long as we were all back and packed by 10am tomorrow morning.

We had about an hour until the party started.

Ryder was sitting on our bed and yelling at me to hurry up while I was sitting in front of my bag, yelling at him not to rush me.

We weren't really getting anywhere.

"Why don't you just wear jeans and a shirt? It's what everyone else will be wearing," he said.

"Because that's what all the guys will be wearing. It's a high school party, meaning every girl is either wearing a dress or a skirt. And I didn't pack either of those things."

"Fine then! Just go naked," he said. "I'd like that more, anyway."

I turned around and looked at him with an 'are you kidding me' look. He was smirking at me so I grabbed one of my shirts and threw it at his face.

It landed perfectly over his face and he reached up a hand to pull it off of him.

"Pervert," I muttered, still loud enough for him to hear me and went back to digging through my bag.

Someone knocked on the door and Ryder got up to open it when he saw me still hopelessly rummaging through my bag.

"Whoa. What happened here?" I heard Blake ask.

I looked up and saw him walking into the room.

"What do you mean?"

That's when I noticed that I wasn't just searching through my bag but also had clothes strewn all around me. I didn't even remembering throwing them onto the floor.

I let myself fall onto the ground in exhaustion. Not did I only have to find an outfit, but I now had to clean up this mess too.

Blake looked at Ryder for an explanation.

"Kennedy is having a hard time finding a shirt and a pair of pants," he said.

I scoffed. "That's not true at all! I need an outfit that's not just a pair of pants and a plain shirt."

Ryder rolled his eyes and took the position on the bed that he had before.

"Well..." Blake said and started to look through my bag. "Why don't you just wear this?"

He held up some dark blue skinny jeans and a gray off the shoulder sweater.

I groaned. "No! I wear something like that everyday. It's not something special."

He dropped my clothes and put his hands up in defeat. "Well they than I can't help you. I don't really know that much about girl's fashion." He got up and sat down on the foot of the bed.

"Ugh. You guys are useless," I complained and pouted my lips.

"Last time I checked we weren't your personal team of stylists," Ryder voiced without looking up from his phone.

"You'd do a sucky job anyway," I mumbled.

I started to fold some of the clothes that were laying around me when there was another knock on the door. Blake got up and looked through the peephole in the door. He opened it and Connor and Justin came into the room.

Once they were fully inside our room Justin handed Connor five dollars. Justin plumped himself onto the chair by the desk with a scowl while Connor happily sat down on the foot of the bed where Blake had been sitting.

"What did you guys bet on?" I asked curiously.

"Nothing," Justin grumbled.

I ignored him and waited for Connor to answer.

"We bet on you and Ryder. He said you would be in your room making out but I said that they wouldn't be."

I saw Ryder tense up a little but but continue scrolling through his phone. I also kept quiet, not sure what to say.

"As you already know, I won!" Connor said and smiled widely.

Justin rolled his eyes and nodded at the clothes around me. "What are you doing?"

"She's trying to pick out an outfit for the party tonight," Blake answered for me and sat down next to Ryder.

"Why don't you just wear that," Connor said and pointed at the blue jeans and gray sweater that Blake had picked out.

"No!" I exclaimed. "I'm not wearing that! And besides, I'd pass out from heat exhaustion if I wear that."

Connor shrugged and I went back to folding and putting away more clothes.

Then, there was another knock on the door.

Was there some meeting or pre-party going on that I didn't know about?

I looked up to to saw all the guys on their phones. Why come here when you wouldn't talk anyway? I got up and walked to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw Mike standing in the hallway. I opened the door and stepped aside to let him in.

He said hello and walked into the room.

"Why does it look like you're unpacking?" he asked as he walked past the mess on the floor.

"I'm not!" I groaned.

"She's looking for an outfit for tonight," Connor informed him.

Mike bent down a little and studied my clothes. "I think you should wear that," he said and points to the gray sweater and jeans.

"Alright no!" I said and stuffed them into my bag.

Ryder was chuckling quietly to himself.

I grabbed another shirt and flung it at him. Once again it hit him in the face and I smiled in satisfaction.

He pulled it off and rolled his eyes. "What was that for?"

You could tell he already knew why I did it but wanted to ask anyway.

"I don't think it's funny," I said and narrowed my eyes at him.

He shrugged. "I think it is."

Everyone was either talking to someone else in the room or was on they phone. I didn't really get the point of them being here yet.

"Not that I mind, but why exactly are you all here?" I asked them.

"Well we just wanted to see our favourite little girl," Connor said and ruffled my hair.

I scowled at him and tried to flatten it back down. Ryder for once looked up from his phone, watching Connor closely.

"No but really. Why are you here?" I asked.

They all shrugged.

"I'm pretty sure we were all just bored and decided to come here," Mike answered.

I got an idea and stood up, brushing the imaginary dirt off my pants.

"Well, since you all have nothing to do, we're going to the mall," I decided.

"Uhh..." Justin scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Now that I think about it I have to pack for tomorrow because you know, wanna be ready in the morning," he said. He slowly took a few steps towards the door and jerked his thumb over his shoulder, pointing at it.

"Yeah, and I forgot I had to call my mom today. I'm just gonna go and do that..." Connor said.

"Nope!" I said, popping the 'p'. "You all came here cause you didn't know what to do and I said what we should do. So suck it up and let's go."

Mike pouted and turned to Ryder. "You're not gonna do anything?"

Ryder looked up from his phone. "From what I've learned, it's best to just listen and do what she says. The faster you do it the faster it's over," he said and went back to texting on his phone.

Mike turned to Blake.

"He's right," Blake said and started walking to the door.

When none of us followed him he turned back around.

"You all coming or not?"

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"This one or this one?" I asked, holding up two different dresses.

One was a maroon cocktail dress with a sweetheart neck line that went to my mid-thigh. The other one was a black strapless one. Both are gorgeous but I had no idea which one I should pick.

I cocked an eyebrow at Blake and Connor.

Justin and Mike had gone off to buy some new cleats or something. I wasn't sure where exactly they were. And Ryder was somewhere in the store but I had no idea where he was either.

"Well?" I asked.

"Honestly, I have no idea," Mike said in a bored tone.

"Yeah, me neither. I have, like I've said before, no clue about women's fashion," Blake added.

"You guys are no help," I whined.

"Ryder!" I exclaimed when I saw him standing with three girls who were giggling wildly and standing way too close if I was him.

"What?" he innocently asked and walked over to where we were standing.

The three girls shot me nasty looks.

What was with all of them? I'm not dating him. You can touch all you want to later. But right now, he's here cause of me and only for me.

God I sounded possessive...

"You're suppose to help me," I said. "Not string along some fifteen year olds."

"What are you talking about? We were just having a conversation," he replied and looked to where the girls were standing.

They immediately responded and waved at him while winking.

"I'm pretty sure a conversation doesn't include three girls being ready to jump on you when you give them the go."

Ryder rolled his eyes. "You're just jealous."

"Of what?"

"The fact that I'm talking to other girls that aren't you. I get it. It's hard to share me."

I looked at him as if he was crazy. "Are you serious?"

He nodded confidently.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I muttered and shook my head. I held up the two dresses again. "Which one?"

He studied them before answering. "Neither."

"Are you kidding me?!" I whined. "It took me 20 minutes to find these."

"Because..." he said. "They're not you. The real Kennedy would never wear those dresses to a high school party. She would choose some shorts and a nice shirt or maybe even a skirt. But definitely not those."

I stared at him, awestruck. How did he know so much about me? Because he was completely right. I only picked these out because I though that's what all the other girls would wear.

Why did I do that? Since when did I want to be like everyone else?

I sighed. "You're right."

I hung back the dresses and slumped into one of the seats where Blake and Connor had been sitting.

"Now what?" Blake asked.

"Why don't we get food?" Connor whined. "I'm starving!"

I nodded. "You know what? That's a good idea," I said and stood up.

"Yes!" Connor cheered and started to walk out the store.

"Where's Ryder?" Blake asked me.

I shrugged and look around. "You go ahead and go to the food court," I told him. "I'll find him."

Blake nodded and followed Connor out of the store. I started to walk around the store when something caught my eyes.

No it wasn't Ryder, but a really cute top.

"Oooh," I said and walked towards it.

No, Kennedy. Stop. You're suppose to be finding Ryder, my conscience said.

I hate you conscience.

I turned back around and started to walk through the store again. That's when something else caught my eye. And this time it was Ryder.

He was standing with those three girls from before again.

I rolled my eyes and started to walk towards them.

"I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to take him away. We need to go," I told the girls.

One of them scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I think he can decide for himself what he's gonna do. You're not the boss of him."

I gawked at her. Who in the world does she think she is, talking to me like that?

"Look here, little girl. I don't know if you understood me, so I'm going to say it again. We...are...leaving," I said as if I'm speaking to a child.

"Oh yeah? Well it looks like he doesn't even want to leave," the girl said and pointed at Ryder.

He was just standing there and watching us with an amused expression. Clearly showing how much he was enjoying this.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, making my voice high pitched, imitating her. "Well guess what?" I asked, going back to my normal voice. "That douche bag over there," I said and nodded my head at Ryder. "Doesn't not care about you. This is just for him to have a little fun. After this, you'll never hear from him again. If you gave him your number, he probably already lost it."

Another one of the girls spoke up. "What even are you? Like his girlfriend or something?"

"Yeah, like what even are you?" Ryder asked me. Secretly imitating the girl.

I glared at him. Once this was over I was going to personally kill him.

"Well?" the girl impatiently asked.

I turned back to her and smiled. She looked at me like I was crazy.

"Actually, I am his girlfriend," I said.

Ryder gave me a questioning look but didn't interrupt me. Probably wanting to see where this goes.

"And you know what I did to the last girl that flirted with him?" I asked the girls.

"What?" the one who hadn't spoken asked.

"I followed her home and snuck into her house. Then when she was alone, I came up behind her and strangled her with one of her scarves." I smiled at them.

"Is...is she dead?" one of them whispered.

"Oh! Of course not! I'm not a murderer," I said.

The three girls all let out a sigh of relief.

"She just got unconscious and when she was out like a light, I locked her into some abandoned house's basement. Now that I think about it, I wonder how she's doing," I finished.

The girls eyes all widened their eyes. "We're just gonna...uh...go," one of them said and they scurried out of the store.

I turned to Ryder who was smirking at me.

"Wow," he said. "Great performance.

I just smiled friendly at him.

He gave me a weird look. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"Because I wan't your last memory to be something pretty."