You Think You've Got It, Don'tcha?

Now that Ryden was mine again, I was happy. Despite my bloody nose and bruised up cheeks, I've never felt this way before. Everything was going as I had planned. I wish I didn't have to hit her like that, but that's what happens when she doesn't make up her mind quickly. It was all new to me. Slapping her made me feel.. New. I liked the dominance I had over her. Maybe I should hit on her more. I never thought I could be happy from someone else's pain. I picked up my phone and called Ryden.

"H-Hello?"

"Hey babe," I said. "I'm taking you out tonight. I'll be there in five minutes. If you're not ready before I get there you'll be punished, little kitten." I said.

"I.. Okay. Bye." She said, then hung up.

Did she really just hang up on me? She's going to get it.

*Ryden's POV*

Matt was at it again, threatening me. I got up from the coffee table quickly and ran upstairs. After looking through my closet, I grabbed my sleek black dress with long sleeves that had a see through lace back. I kept my hair in a messy bun, but I fixed my makeup and I slipped on my black flats. After that, I walked back downstairs.

"Where are you going, babe?" Zack asked from the couch. I looked over at him and frowned.

"Matt wants to take me out tonight..." I said. "He said that if I wasn't ready in a few minutes he'd be.. Upset."

"Okay.." He sighed. "If you don't have fun or anything, tell me. I'll take care of you when you get home later tonight. I'll have hot chocolate and cookies or something. Is that okay?" He asked.

I smiled widely and nodded as I heard a car horn honking outside. "Yeah baby. I gotta go now. Bye!" I said. I walked out the door and I made my way to Matt's car, then got in.

"I see you were ready on time." Matt said. I sighed quietly and nodded.

"Yeah. I was ready." I said. He rested his hand on my thigh and smirked, then started driving again. I would move his hand but I was too scared. If I was anything, I was scared out of my mind.

"You look gorgeous tonight, through. I like it." He said, giving my thigh a squeeze. I jumped a little.

"Thanks.. Where are we going?" I asked.

"It's a surprise. But we're just going to my house. Brian's with Michelle tonight so we've got it to ourselves." He said.

"Oh..." I said. I looked out the window and said nothing else the rest of the way there. After we had arrived, he got out and walked around, opening my door for me to help me out. He was being a gentleman, I'll give him that. After I got out, he wrapped my arm around his.

"I was trying to be nice, you know. I made you dinner and everything." He said, unlocking the door to his house. He led me inside and guided me to the dining room. There I had seen two candles on each side of the table that were lit, and the lights were dimmed low. On each end of the table, were two plates with steaks smothered in a sauce with mushroom and potatoes. My stomach growled silently and I smiled up at him.

"Thank you." I said. He smiled back and pulled out my chair.

"You're welcome sweetheart." He said. I sat down and watched him walk to the kitchen, then come back a few seconds later with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sat my glass in front of me and poured the red liquid into my glass. After that, he sat the bottle in the middle of the table, then sat in his seat.

"You didn't have to do this you know." I said, smiling as I took a sip of my wine.

"I wanted to. I wasn't sure what to make. It's steak with a mushroom and wine sauce that my mom used to make. Passed down from generation to generation." He said proudly, and nodded. I lifted my fork and knife, cutting off a piece of my steak and ate it. It was amazing and I had a good feeling I could live off of this.

"Well it's great." I said, stirring with the mushrooms. "Very.. Nice. I like it."

"That's why I made it. I felt like you would." He said, eating a few bites. I watched him and I couldn't help but smile. Maybe being in a relationship with Matt wouldn't be so bad.

If I had actually wanted to be with him, anyways.

As we kept eating, Matt kept telling me stories of his childhood and more jokes that I obviously haven't heard before. I already knew everything about Matt, but looks could be deceiving. You can tell from the slight bruise that I have by my chin.

"The mashed potatoes, i actually made myself, though. It took me forever to peel the potatoes..." He said. "I ended up slicing my hand open and everything." He said, holding up his hand. I seen the cut from across the table. He was terrible with knives.

"That was very sweet of you. I hope you got that cleaned up." I said, taking a bite of my mashed potatoes. These were great as well, and boy did he know how to cook.

"Yeah... I didn't make any dessert though. I thought we could make it together. It wouldn't be that hard." he offered. I thought about it for a moment, then nodded.

"Sure. I wouldn't have a problem with that." I said, finishing off the last of my food. I sipped on my wine a bit more, then stood up from my chair. He did the same, and walked over, guiding me into the kitchen.

"I already have everything set out and stuff." he said, squeezing my hand lightly. I nodded.

"Alright, then. Lets do this? You might want to change your clothes though. It's going to get messy."

"I don't have any clothes though.." I said, frowning.

"No problem. Go grab one of my shirts and a pair of basketball shorts." He said with a smile. "I'll go get those for you."

Since when had he been so nice to me? It had me so... Confused. At first he was so stern, but now he's acting like Zack usually does. This really bothered me. After he had came downstairs with his clothes, he handed them to me.

"Here you go. you can get changed now." He said. I looked at him, and I wasn't sure what he meant.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked, tucking the clothes under my arm.

"Bathroom's upstairs. But you can change in the dining room. You'll be changing right after anyways if you wanted, unless you're going home." He said.

"I'll just change upstairs." I said. He nodded in silence and got all of the ingredients from the fridge. While I ventured upstairs, I looked at the walls. They were covered with pictures upon pictures with him and his parents, and other friends that I had no idea of. When I reached the bathroom, I walked in and closed the door, making sure to lock it and I changed.

"What's taking so long?' I heard Matt yell. I quickly changed and hurried downstairs.

"I'm here, I'm here. My dress was acting up and wouldn't unzip properly." I lied. He cleared his throat.

"I would have helped if you would have just asked." He said, then winked. I already felt uncomfortable.

"Everything's under control. I've got it." I said. His expression turned into a frown, then he grabbed me by my chin.

"Next time you need help," He said, tightening his grip, "You ask me for it."

I was surprised. He had ruined a lovely night with acting like a dick. I pulled his hand away and frowned.

"I thought this was going to be a great night." I said. "I came here to have a good time and now you're fucking getting mad at me because I didn't ask you to unzip my dress."

"You know how I can get." he said. I sighed.

"Thanks for the somewhat nice night. I'm fucking going home." I said, then went back upstairs. When I turned to leave, I felt his hand around my wrist.

"You're not going anywhere." He whispered harshly. I pulled my hand back and continued walking.

"Watch me."

"You're going to challenge me right now?" He asked. He ran up to me and pulled me back by my shoulders, then pinned me against the wall. "You leave when I say you can. Got that?"

I shook my head and I spat in his face. He scrunched his nose and wiped his face on his shoulder, then reared his hand back to bring it across my face. I teared up quickly and I looked down and away, then he moved my head to face him again.

"Don't fucking turn away from me when I'm talking to you." He demanded. I whimpered quietly and took a deep breath, then nodded.

"O-Okay.." I whispered. I was getting tired of this really quickly. He ran his thumbs over my cheek and kissed my forehead. I really didn't get it.. How could he be so nice one minute and then a complete asshole the next? It wracked my head.

"Now let's go. We have dessert to make." He said. Then kissed my lips softly.

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