Chapter 28b: Rule #4

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Oh. My. God. I'm. A. Mess!

So, this morning I woke up late. Even though—Thank God I'm still like—15 minutes early. And I swear. If someone ask me why I'm not with him this morning—

"Hi Em! Oh—you're not with Dom?"

Oookay.. that one.. still acceptable.

Walking hand in hand, you spot the couple approaching. You greet them with a perfectly fake enthusiasm. "Liam—Eve, hi! No, I'm so late I don't want to bother him—"

"Oh you're not with Ty either?"

Jackpot. Fuck my life.

Suppressing a curse, you force a smile at Liam, trying your best to maintain your composure. However—Eve, being the observant bestfriend that she is, notices your strained expression as she squints her eyes in suspicion. In a desperate attempt to divert attention, you close your eyes tightly and open them wide, resembling the Joker in a moment of madness.

"Right! About that—"

"Ah, nevermind—there he is!"

At Wyatt's nonchalance, you snap your head back—to immediately.. spotting him walking down the park path. Still wearing a white T shirt.. a hand runs through his wet hair—shaking it lightly.. drying it.. His shirt tangling on his shoulders, accentuating his figure as he confidently strides—drawing the attention of girls who watch him in awe as if he's catwalking on a runway.

Fuck. Boys with wet hair would be—

...

Tyler. would be the death of me.

Nevertheless, at a quick moment, he looks straight at you—and his stride falters. He stops abruptly with a hand still on his hair—a look of surprise crossing his face as he awkwardly stands there. Liam quickly approaches him, throwing an arm around his shoulder in a casual gesture.

"Eyyy my man! Thought you weren't together—well, at least you're always together, right? It'll be fucking weird since—" realizing something, Liam shakes Tyler's shoulders enthusiastically before also turning to you. "Rightttt, how was the date bestfriends?!" he blurts out, completely blind to the awkward situation.

Meanwhile, completely the opposite, Eve starts to approach you, her suspicion proven since she observes Tyler's reaction once he sees you. Cringing in discomfort, you put a hand on your forehead—awkwardly, Tyler scratches the back of his head, mumbling, "Y—yeah, uh—"

"Hey—" you immediately interrupted, not wanting to be reminded more of what happened, "sorry I didn't text you I was leaving first.. I woke up late and I panicked—"

"Yeah! No—no worries! I.. I came straight here too. I woke up late—too—heh," Tyler stammers, mirroring your awkwardness. You exchange awkward glances as finally—Liam notices with squinted eyes, he immediately looks at Eve with his forehead creased, silently communicating with her,

'What the fuck is going on?'

'What the fuck is going on?'

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