I glanced down at the floor. My body was motionless and so was my head. I couldn't think about anything else except the fact that Tyler had discovered.

"Tell me, Stephanie! Because that's something I don't understand!" He exclaimed.

"I-I'm sorry," I stammered.

He bent his face down and ran his hands through his hair. My hand started shaking because I didn't know what to do in a situation like that. It was all new to me.

"I-I'm sorry, Ty," I said, chewing my lower lip.

He stayed said nothing for a while. It was a different kind of silence. It was a silence that even though there were no words spoken, it said everything. At least to me, it did.

"No, S," Tyler stated after a few seconds in silence. "I'm the one who should apologize. I overreacted. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that." He said.

I just kept facing the floor as I pulled a loose strand of hair from my face and behind my ear.

"Can I give you a hug?" He quietly asked. I nodded in reply.

Tyler wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his strong scent, something like a rainforest. It was the best feeling on earth. There was nothing in the world that I would trade for that hug. He buried his face in my neck and I wrapped my arms around his neck. A comfortable silence surrounded us as my cheek was pressed against his chest as I felt his slow breathing and felt his heart beat at its pace. For a moment, everything was perfect.

He slowly pulled away and so did I. Not because I wanted to though. I could feel his strong gaze burning in me.

"But Steph," He started, running his hands through his hair. "Why did you do it?" He asked.

"I-I don't know..." I muttered.

But deep inside I knew why I had done it. I was jealous. The thought of Tyler with another girl that wasn't me made my blood boil at the slightest thought.

"There has to be a reason, S," He said.

"I guess I was just afraid..." I mumbled.

"Afraid of what?" He asked.

"That you'd forget me," I whispered.

"What?" He interjected. "That I'd forget you? S, that's like saying that monkeys don't like bananas. I would never forget you, S. And I never will. Never." He said.

Tyler always made me so emotional. I had never cried for anyone. Never. I just threw the "screw-everyone-and-everything" façade and stopped caring. That was until Ty.

"But what about her, Tyler? I've never seen you so hung up on someone before. I mean, she's just a girl..." I said.

"I don't even know how to explain it, S," Ty mumbled, running his hand through his hair. "I talked to her today and you know what I realized?"

That she's really nerve-wracking?

"What?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow up.

"I realized that she's different from the rest, S," He whispered more to himself then to me. "She's for keeping. She's just so beautiful and so... abnormal in a totally good way." He continued, sighing.

I could feel my blood boiling.

"Tyler, are you serious?" I frowned in disbelief. "You met her today for crying out loud!" I exclaimed.

"I know, and I've never felt this with anyone else. This connection, you know. It's something as unexplainable as the taste of water." He said, biting his lower lip.

I let out a sigh.

This was going to be hard.

***

I felt my skin shivering as little drops of water fell from my face directly to the floor. I was already creating a small puddle on mom's favorite carpet near my room, and no matter how much I tried to plead Tyler to open the door of my room, he just wouldn't.

"Tyler, open up!" I yelled, trying to twist the doorknob, but it wouldn't open up.

Jerk.

"My clothes are soaked!" He yelled as I hugged myself and tried to keep my body warm.

"Use Bella's clothes!" I shouted back. Bella, my sister had gone to live with my aunt Michelle in London, and she would be coming back in six months. Bella took all of her awesome clothes with her, except some ones that grandma Felicia gave her. They were my old grandpa's clothes and twice her size. So she left them. I have to say they were pretty comfy.

"No! They smell like... Women..." he muttered in a funny tone.

"Gosh, you are so picky! Just get out of there because I'm freezing out here!" I exclaimed in despair.

Can you believe it? Tyler was freezing cold also, like me, because we were in the park and it started raining out of thin air. But instead of being a gentleman and letting me in my room, he didn't. He just ran up to my room and locked himself in it. Plus, he was a jock and even though I tried to run after him, he was fast and would keep blocking my passage with his big hippo butt.

"I'm gonna use some of your clothes, S," He said.

"I'm coming in!" I shouted.

"If you wanna see me naked, you're invited to open the door whenever you want. " He said and even though I was on the other side of the wall, I could tell that he was smirking.

"Yuck," I growled.

"You know you want me," Tyler said and I could hear him opening the drawers of my closet.

"I want you out of my room, that's what I want." I hissed.

"Okay, count to ten and you can open the door," He said.

"Argh, okay." I let out a growl.

"1."

"2."

"3."

"4."

"5."

"6."

"7."

"8."

"9."

"10."

I took a few steps further and opened the door of my room. My eyes widened almost automatically.

'Oh, no. He didn't do this.' I thought.

My face went slack and my jaw dropped. Tyler Jake Scott was in the middle of the room, dancing the Macarena. That wasn't the worst part. He had my underwear in his head, my dress on his body and a mischievous smirk on his lips.

My eyes traveled throughout the whole room. Sanitary pads were glued to the wall and my clothes were thrown everywhere.

"TYLER!" I yelled, furious. His eyes widened as soon as he saw the look on my face and he started running around. He jumped up on my bed and took my underwear from his head and lifted it up. I, being the fool I was still tried to grab it. But he was tall, he kept lifting it up with his hand.

"Give me it back, Tyler!" I yelled angrily.

"Come and get it, Stephy." He provoked.

I raised an eyebrow up. Stephy. He knew I hated that nickname and he only used it to provoke me. But what he didn't know is that I was determined to castrate him. No one messed with my underwear and got away with it. No one.

"You will pay for this, Tyler. You will pay for this!" I yelled in frustration and unsticking the sanitary pads from the wall.

He just chuckled. Yes, he just chuckled. That son of a biscuit.

But I, I saw the chance and I took it. The moment he was distracted by saying that I had granny panties, I threw myself on top of him. Immediately, he fell from the bed and onto the floor, caught totally off guard. I smirked triumphantly the moment he fell to the floor and I fell on top of him. I'd finally get my underwear back. But for a moment, he didn't have any type of reaction. He just laid there, with his eyes half closed.

'Shit,' I thought. 'He must have hit his head on the floor.'

Despair started talking over me. I tapped him on the cheek to wait for some sort of reaction from him. But it didn't come. Tyler was unconscious.

"Tyler," I called, tapping him on the cheek.

"Tyler," I called once more, but he didn't respond.

I could remember the tears forming in my eyes. I didn't know what do do.

"Ty, please wake up," I whined.

I looked at the face of the boy who held my entire world with him. Some of his hair had fallen in his eyes, making him have an angelical aura. My eyes traveled down to his lips. Damn, his lips looked so soft. So welcoming. I quickly turned my gaze away from them, knowing that if I looked at them for some few seconds, I wouldn't be able to stop.

"Boo!" Tyler exclaimed, opening his eyes and rolling over to so his body would be pressed against mine. He trapped me. His arms were on top of mine and we were some inches apart. I could feel his ragged breathing fanning my face.

He leaned in closer and I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. His eyes were gorgeous, the kind of where you could look and them and find yourself completely lost. And I guess that happened to me.

I had never been close to him like that before. He leaned even closer until his mouth reached my ear.

"S?" He whispered.

"Y-Yeah?" I stammered.

He bit his lower lip.

"You smell like a pig," He whispered once more.

My eyes widened suddenly. I blinked back to reality.

"And you smell like...! Just get out of here!" I exclaimed, shoving him away from me.

He chuckled and got off from me.

"You look handsome in a dress, by the way, Tylerina." I laughed and he just shoved his tongue out like a 5-year-old.

"I need to wear them, since now I'm on the football team--" He said, but then suddenly stopped speaking.

Football team?

"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow up.

"Nothing..." He muttered.

"Tyler Jake Scott! Tell me what the hell is going on!"I yelled.

"I-I..." He muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

"You what?"

"I-I got in the football team," he finally said.

"You what?" I asked in disbelief.

"Sorry, S. I meant to tell you, but--" He was about to finish speaking when I cut him off.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" I questioned.

"Because I'm an idiot," He answered.

"I won't discuss on that," I said.

He ran his hands through his hair.

"Sorry, S," He muttered.

"Tyler, if we're best friends, you should tell me what goes on with you," I interjected.

"I know, I'm sorry, love," He whispered.

Love?

Slowly, and pouting, he walked up to me and buried his head on my neck.

I guess it wasn't every girl who was lucky enough to have a Tyler Scott.

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Boring, I know. But whatever. I'll try to fix it later. Luv u guys,

Jas, xx.