When Matt turned to her and asked if the party would be secure, Ryleigh had no idea what he meant and her expression showed it for a moment before she clicked on to what she thought he meant. "Of course it's secure. It's college campus. We have no school shootings, no crimes, no drugs..." Okay, that last one Ryleigh was completely oblivious too because she had never dared dabble near drugs. But in her eyes it meant that the place was secure. "And no one is trying to kill me, or have they tried. I don't know why my father is suddenly being like this. Not that he's ever noticed me before now, anyway." 

When he called Lainy her by their formal names once again, Ryleigh shook her head. "Ryleigh and Lainy. That is our names. Please call us by our first names." She told him, with a sigh. "And I'm not trying or wanting to dress like a slut. I'll leave that to the professionals. I like how I dress. I don't see anything wrong with how I dress, do you?" She had a feeling he would, most guys did. Not that she managed to get that much from conversing with them. In fact, this was the first conversation with someone of the opposite sex apart from her father.

Matt soon moved on to what was to be done in between the party and Ryleigh frowned. She didn't want to be given him orders. That made her feel like she was supposed to be his boss, someone superior to him, and she wasn't. She didn't want to be that person. "Do what you want. I need to get in a lot of studying. By going to this party I'm going to lose so much time. You can read one of my books or find party clothes or something. I don't need watching all the time." She told him. 

It was obvious that Ryleigh was stressing herself out with the change of plans to everything. She hated it. She scribbled away on her lists and schedules until she deemed herself happy with them before looking at Matt and waiting to see what he did. She knew that he probably wasn't going to leave. But maybe she could make him at least stop looming over her.