Misunderstanding

Bella's pov.

It had been a month since I moved in with Ryder. He called me to get ready, as we were going to a house party.

"Oh no, Ryder, what am I going to do at that party?" I argued.

"I don't want to hear any excuses. I just want you to come with me. Be ready at 7. I'll be there early, and we'll go together to the party," he ordered. "Wear my favorite green dress."

As we arrived at the party, everyone started gathering around Ryder. He always had that charm that drew people in. They whisked him away, and I was left alone.

I sat there, feeling increasingly bored and regretting my decision to come. Just as my disappointment grew, Kate approached me.

"Bella! How are you? I heard you started living with Ryder?" she asked, her tone accusing.

"Y-yeah, actually, he wanted me to move in with him because..." I tried to explain.

"Oh, Bella, don't give me that crap. I know exactly what it means to live together," she spat with a hint of animosity.

"No, no. We're just friends. Nothing