Saved by The Bad Boy

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

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Cadence's P.O.V.

"Honey?" Jane calls, closing the door.

"Hmm?" I hum, changing the channel.

"We have a guest."

I look down at my baggy sweat pants and a tank top that shows my bra and shrug. Whatever. I guess there going to have to deal with it. It's not like I'm going to be talking to them anyway.

"And sit up to the table. We are eating dinner together."

I groan. Not out loud of course.

"Okay." I mumble.

I walk to the table, my messy bun bouncing in the process.

Jane walks in, and behind her stands the one and only. Tyler Umar.

I try not to choke on my own spit as Jane introduces us.

"This is Tyler. He lives a few houses down and his parents invited us to have some dinner, which I said I would gladly make. So they're coming a little later." She smiles before continuing. "Cadence, honey, can you take this dear on a tour?"

I nod slightly, getting up.

"Okay! Have fun. I need to focus on cooking."

I clear my throat uncomfortably.

"Umm, well here's the bathroom." I say, turning around and pointing to it.

I move forward and once I make sure he is following, I keep going. "Janes room...My room...Bathroom..."

I reach the kitchen and living room and turn around. "And that's it." I say, with the best smile I can pull off at this minute.

He literally hasn't said a word.

"Hi Cadence."

I smile awkwardly. "Hi." I say with a slight wave.

"Does Jane know or..."

"No, she has no clue. But I will eventually tell her." I say sitting on the couch, which Tyler also does.

"Awww! I knew you guys would get along great!" A tall brown haired lady says with a sickening happy smile. She looks some what like Tyler and I know instantly that it's his mother.

She stands in front of me, holding out her hand. "Hi!"

I give her my hand and shake. "Hi, you must be Tyler's mother?"

She nods. "That I am. But you can call me Cecilia." She suddenly looks at the hand in hers and smiles. "Wow, that's a big scar!"

I feel the rooms air get tense. Tyler and I know exactly where that scar is from. My hands healed but there is constant memories.

I quickly pull myself together. "Oh yeah, long story." I say, just like I say to anyone else who notices.

She smiles and turns around, engulfing her son. "And Tyler here decided not to leave me!"

Tyler groans. "Ma, I said I'm going to move out, I just haven't found the money or the place yet."

Wow. I would have never guessed that they weren't rich.

"You know I would pay for you, darling."

Never mind. Most normal non-rich people don't usually get there fricking house paid for by their parents, so I'll guess that they are rich.

I scold myself for thinking that Tyler might have actually been a cool kid that didn't have all the money in the world.

"What are you guys doing down here anyways? Did you move or something?" I blurt, but then quickly slap a hand over my mouth.