Author's Note: Here's chapter eight! Enjoy!
Chapter Eight: The Fright Of Ryan's Night
It was Tuesday night at six-fifty-nine p.m., and Ryan wondered how Haylie's date was going. Haylie told him that she and Connor were going to go a resturant, a fancy one, he might add. And Ryan told her twice that if anything went wrong, she could call him.
Like she'll ever do that! Probably fall in love with him on the spot!
Ryan's cellphone rang, and Ryan picked it up.
"Hello?" he asked.
"How are you holding up, Ryan?" Troy asked jokely, and Ryan rolled his eyes.
"Just fine, Troy. She hasn't called yet." Ryan replied.
Troy noticed the worry in the blonde boy's voice, and he smiled.
"It'll be fine, Ryan. You told her twice, and I think that shows how protective you are."
"I know, I hope nothing bad happens..."
"Nothing bad is going to happen. If there was, then she would call." Troy told him.
"Your right. I should just.." Ryan started, but then he trailed off.
His mind wandered to different situations involving Haylie and Connor:
What if he didn't show up and he left Haylie standing here?
What if Connor told her that he still liked her, and she still had feelings for him?
"Ryan!" Troy explained, and Ryan was shook out of his daydream.
"What?" Ryan asked, and he heard Troy sigh.
"Haylie's fine, okay? She can--"
But, Ryan heard a beep, and he knew he had another call waiting for him.
"Troy, can you hang on for a second? I have another call."
"Okay."
Ryan pressed the incoming call button, and stated, "Hello?"
He heard a few sobs on the line, and he instantly knew it was Haylie.
Ryan grew alarmed.
"Haylie?" he asked.
"Ryan!" Haylie cried.
His concern grew into anger.
"Haylie, what did that jerk do to you?" Ryan asked.
"He...he..." Haylie's sobs grew louder with every word she said.
"He what?" Ryan asked.
"He told me I couldn't see you anymore after this date...I.."
"Haylie, don't move. We'll be right over." Ryan told her, and clicked back to Troy.
"Troy, call the others. I think Haylie needs some help."