It Started with a Party

Chapter 2

I finally decided on a face for Tyler- this is the closest to what I had in mind when I imagined him (sorry there's no color version of this picture, but trust me when I say he fits him very well! I wish I could find THE perfect picture, but unfortunately, I still haven't quite found it though I have found several that are almost there! Anyway yeah, this is Tyler :)

     When I was nearing the door, I groaned at the sight before me. I'd almost forgotten about the couple making out on the wall opposite. Well, now they were against my door, and it didn't seem like making out was the right word anymore for what they were doing. The girl's top was off, leaving her only in her bra and jeans, and the guy was shirtless as well as he was pretty much just groping her. Ugh!

     I felt like things were going to get much heavier if no one stopped them, so before they could start doing anything else absolutely disgusting, I quickly shoved them off my door, causing them to tumble onto the floor next to it.

     "Hey!" the girl screamed, and the guy called out, "What the fuck?"

     "Oops, didn't see you there," I said, before I quickly took the key from around my neck and unlocked the door. Shoving myself in as fast as I could, I shut the door behind me with a slam and turned the lock. Taking a deep breath, I started towards my bed before suddenly a knock sounded on my door.

     Oh no, was it the angry couple? Were they seriously that mad?

     "Look, if you're expecting an apology, just be glad I didn't kick you out of the house instead," I called through the door, my anger and annoyance seeping into my voice.

     "I wasn't expecting an apology," a now familiar male voice called out, causing my eyes to widen and my heartbeat to speed up, "And I'm definitely grateful that you haven't kicked me out of your house, except I have no idea what I've done for me to deserve that anyway."

     Quickly, I unlocked the door and pulled it open, revealing just who I'd expected. It was the guy from earlier—the one who'd gotten between me and Andrew. Tyler  Cox.

     Immediately, I locked eyes with his own light green ones, and it was like I was transfixed. They were such an interesting shade, a bright green with hues of yellow that I felt like I could just get pulled into. It was no surprise that Tyler was the most sought-after guy at school, especially considering how he had looks to rival that of a professional model's. That combined with his exceptional talent at swimming, singing, and academics, as well as his amazing social skills dubbed him as "golden boy" at Delaney High.

     So why was he at my door?

     "Hey," he finally said, and I had to stop myself from squealing at the fact that Tyler Cox just said hey to me. Instead, I blinked, getting out of my stupor, before I took a deep breath and replied nonchalantly, "What are you doing here?"

     His eyebrows rose. He probably wasn't used to that type of a response, especially from a girl, and I had to admit it made me a bit smug if I'd hurt his pride a little. People may treat him like a god at school, but despite how "perfect" he was, I refused to stoop to that level as well.

     "I just wanted to get a breath of fresh air, and it seems like your room is the only room in the house where I could do that."

     I looked at him disbelievingly. Even though my conscience was screaming YES, YES, YES, LET HIM IN! I just couldn't help but reply, "If you wanted a breath of fresh air, why didn't you just—"