𝑊𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐿𝐸𝑅 , tyler owens

THREE

ARRIVING IN Oklahoma at noon, Javi stood right at the exit gate with a huge sign that says, 'KATE AND SHAWN'. The latter pointed to the sign and they both waved at him, hugging him quickly as they said their hellos. Javi would've offered to carry their bags, except both girls only brought one backpack. He quickly brought them to his truck and Shawn opted to sit at the back.

The drive was quiet, mostly Javi asking how the girls are holding up. But it was silent, generally due to the fact that the girls haven't been home in a while and Kate kept looking out for bridges as Shawn knew her best friend was hiding under one when the infamous EF-5 struck. To say Kate was traumatised was an understatement.

As Javi was showing off his gear, Kate asked, "How are you paying for all of this?"

   "I have investors," Javi answered.

   "Big time guy over here," Shawn chuckled, "Storm Par? What a shit name,"

Kate snapped her head towards the back seat and glared playfully at her best friend, "Shawn! Gosh!"

Javi laughed at the interaction, "Hey, hate the game not the player,"

The long swervy road came to a halt when Javi turned to the left. Upon arriving, Shawn saw multiple cars with a lot of people. Men climbing up trucks, women leaning on cars, it was a hustle. Once they parked, Javi was the first to hop off and mentioned, "We're here,"

Shawn looked at Kate from the rearview mirror, "There's a lot of people here,"

Her best friend nodded, "Who knew Javi was such a big deal," The hopped off the truck and hastily followed Javi. There guy was leading them towards a group of men with blue shirts and hats. Well, one except one guy in white—who Shawn thought was cute. Javi introduced them all to each other.

   "And you will never work with a more talented team than this one. Look, we got phD's from NASA, FEMA, NOAA, NWS,"

   "You got the whole alphabet," Kate nodded.

Shawn followed, "Cool,"

   "We're the best! Except for Scott-"

So, Scott's his name and he's from MIT. Shawn pursed her lips, not the typical guy she usually goes for, but maybe it could be fun.

   "And everybody with a ten dollar weather app could. We gotta stay ahead of this circus," Scott told them. Shawn shook her head. Great, another asshole. Just her type.

A few seconds later, the loudest boom of the speakers of a truck blasted from a mile away. Multiple honks alerting the arrival of them could be clearly heard. Shawn looked around, saw the colour red and took one look at the front logo of the truck and cried out, "You've got to be shittin' me!"

She held her head in her hands as she rubbed her forehead, a raging headache was coming to play. Shawn could not believe it. The asshole that she hated was here. What are the fucking odds. She quickly took a look around the group of men she just met and saw that none of them were happy that this new comer was here. At least it's good to know that there are people on her side of things.

But Kate was confused. Why was her best friend tweaking out? Just when the red truck went past them, Shawn turned around so that the camera that was clearly pointed at them wouldn't capture her face.

   "STORM PAR! We're live on Youtube, say somethin'" The dude holding the camera said. Shawn scoffed and Kate went to look to her left at the girl that was facing the other way.

   "What are you doing?" Kate nudged Shawn's arm. Before she could answer, the truck came to a stop. So, Kate asked again this time to Javi, "Who are they?"

Shawn tuned out the conversation as she turned back around to look forward this time. She glared at the truck when the driver's side door opened revealing a hunk of a man that Shawn swore she would never meet again. She couldn't give less of a shit of what the crowd around him was chanting. But, all she knew is that she was over it.

Shawn laughed condescendingly, "If you feel it, chase it!" She mocked. Yet Kate looked at her best friend funny.

Kate sighed, "Who's that?"

But before Javi could answer, Shawn did, "Tyler Owens,"

Kate's eyes widened as she knew all about Tyler Owens. Well, only from stories Shawn told her. She never knew what he looked like but Shawn's description of him saying that he's an ugly piece of shit was far from the truth.

   "He calls himself, 'The Tornado Wrangler'" Javi continued.

Shawn tutted her lips but held it at a scowl when Tyler turned left and made direct eye contact with her. He was shocked to say the least, but swiftly masked it and smirked. He tilted his glasses down, winked her and tipped his hat.

   "Asshole,"