A/N: So the readers of 'This is My Issue' wanted me to write this and so here it is. This is Ryder's P.O.V to 'This is My Issue', I'm first going to catch this one up then update them at the same time, and I hope you all enjoy the story, I would highly recommend reading the other one if you aren't already :D
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"You know you're a bitch right?" I couldn't believe I'd just said that, to a girl, what the hell is wrong me, I'm never mean to girls. I saw the brief flash of hurt in her eyes and what looked like tears, but she quickly regained her composure.
"Well I'm single" she half smiled then walked off. I watched her walk into the bathroom, she was probably going to cry, I'm a jerk, at this moment I kind of hate myself.
"Do you think she'll be alright?" I ask Marley who is standing there in shock.
"Well I wouldn't be alright if someone that I didn't know just called me a bitch" she turned to me "That was kinda mean; you didn't have to call her that."
I just stood there with my mouth open, I'd been defending her and she didn't even care, so I walked away from her. She was cute but she wasn't worth it.
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I walked past the girl's bathroom that the blonde cheerio had entered, I'd called her a bitch and I didn't even know her name.
Sugar was standing at the door; it looked like she was listening to something, but what? I went to ask her.
"Bugger off, this doesn't concern you!" Well then, I walked away wordlessly as she re-entered the bathroom.
I'll never understand why Sugar does things the way she does, I don't even want to begin to try.
Not to mention she has some weird sense of style.
Good thing no one knew she was my sister.
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It was my idea to make us not related, we're twins, but we look nothing alike. The only thing that even looks remotely similar is our hair, and tonnes of people have the same colour hair, so it doesn't seem weird at all.
Now this bit is a little confusing, so you need to pay attention, anyone who knows us, knows us as the Lynn family. But Sugar uses our dad's company name, Motta. Motta's Pianos, our dad also uses the last name Motta, when on business, because it apparently sounds better than Lynn's pianos. Whatever.
So our family makes no sense, our dad doesn't understand why we did this, or why we would want to, but it's all good because me and Sugar do. But mostly me.
Sugar is a stuck up spoiled brat, even she knows that, everyone does. And that's why I don't want to be related to her, I don't want people to know that my family is insanely rich. I want real friends, not ones who are my friend because of the money; Sugar doesn't seem to care, but whatever.
Not to mention I can't play piano, my dad owns a fricken piano company, how embarrassing! Sugar can play, really good, and so can my mum and dad, but I suck, I think there may be something wrong with me. But who cares, cause I'm an athlete, and they all suck at that, so shame.
Speaking of athletes, I have football practice.
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A/N: So how was that, did you all like it, if you did please let me know, if you have any ideas or questions for either story, then let me know :D