The Denial

20: Would you Rather..?

~Grace~

I entered the room and found Emma already awake.

"For a terrifying, stupid second, I thought you did something to yourself," she was as pale as a ghost.

I scoffed, "for a person? Never."

She sighed in relief, "That's the Grace I know."

I smiled, "breakfast's ready, I already ate. I was starving."

If only I could've eaten.

It was still early, so there no one in there other than Tyler and, now, Mark was in the room, but no sign of hallway guy.

I pulled Emma away before he catches any of our scents.

He kept ranting, in a voice heavy with sobs, about how I was there and how he can't go on without me and all that. He also said I seemed to be fine

Yeah, sure, of course, the heartless one doesn't have emotions. Sure, I was okay.

I was shaken by Emma.

"Daydreamer, stop daydreaming!" She hissed.

I snapped out of it

Now students were starting to fill the room, but Tyler was nowhere to be found.

I breathed, calming myself, picking  myself up before entering the room.

---

Touring was exhausting. I tried my best to avoid Tyler, and I successfully did; it was a whole lot easier since Tyler also tried his best to stay away from me.

Tyler, Tyler, Tyler.

That's all I could think of for the whole day.

It hurts. I don't know what exactly -rejecting him, seeing him broken, or him treating me like I don't exist.

Whatever it is, it hurts. Something tells me I'm responsible for all this. And another thing tells me I'm falling for him.

But I don't love him!

Yeah, you do.

Stop it, you stupid voice. I don't.

Yeah, right.

I hate Tyler. I don't care about him.

Denial. That's nice.

I do miss his voice..just a little. I miss the way he bugs me around.

I must be loosing my mind.
---

Now, in the hotel lobby, where everyone is seated, Mark called out.

"Wanna play would you rather?"

When we all agreed, we formed a big circle where most people were sitting. We used an empty water bottle and Mark explained that if the lid points to one of us, we get to ask the person who has the other side of the bottle facing them. (A/N hope you understood that. lol)

And so, we started. Yes, Tyler also joined. And he was sitting across me.

Fate must be playing with us.

So I got to answer one of Mark's stupid questions.

"Would you rather get tickled or get hiccups for a year?"

For those who don't know me, I am a very, very ticklish person.

"Hiccups for the rest of my life, definitely!"

And they all cracked up.

Turn after turn, person after person, joke after joke, Tyler seemed to be lost in his own head. His answers would be as short and brief as possible.

It was my turn to answer again, and the question was asked by Frank. A boy who has a dark backgroound. The aura around him is always mysterious.

"Would you rather die or live with someone you hate?"

I swallowed hard when I noticed Tyler's jaw clenched and Mark's eyes bore into me.

"I'd rather die."

And the room echoed with arguements.

Tyler excused himself, joking that his bladder was full.

But you and I both know your bladder is empty, Tyler.

After another session of dozing into dreamland and being grabbed to real life by my friends, I also left, saying I was tired. But I knew I'd have less sleep and more thoughts.

Tyler, Tyler, Tyler.

Get out of my head, boy!

Speaking of him, I found him in my room. Yes, forgot to lock it, how responsible.

Tears streamed down his cheeks.

Tyler. Crying. In my room.

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A/N

Heeeyyy. See -i stick to my promises! Just updated, sooner than most of the time.

What do u think Tyler was crying about? *stares at u evilly*

ha ha. i'm evil. ha.

Okay,,vote and comment.

So long, friends!

-Reema