Things I Could Never Tell You

Chapter 4

Light entered on the narrowest corners of my eyes as I opened them and saw that weak rays of sunlight crept through the window.

"Stephanie?" Someone called. I slowly opened my eyes completely and saw no one around my room. My eyes widened and an instantaneous panic took over me.

"God?" I asked, looking up. I was sure I was going mad. Why would God talk to me? Was I going mad?

"You don't have to call me god, S. Tyler The Hot one is alright," Tyler said, walking out of my bathroom. I widened my eyes as soon as I saw him.

He was shirtless, his hair was messy and he wore only a pair of shorts. I felt my cheeks burning up the moment I saw him.

"Very funny," I snapped. "But what the heck are you doing here?" I asked. "I could be naked or something," I said, placing a hand on my hip.

"You should know that entering your room anytime I want was the perks of having the irresistible Tyler Scott as a best friend," He smirked. "And, S?" He asked, walking up to me.

"Yeah?" I asked, gulping for a moment.

"Your hair looks like Mount Kilimanjaro erupted on it." He smirked and I swatted him in his arm.

"Oh, shut up," I said, noticing that he still hadn't done his hair. Tyler loved something with all his heart and his mind, and that was his hair. He would spend the same amount of time fixing it that I would spend dressing for a fancy ball. He was obsessed about it.

But revenge would come. Oh, it would come.

"Put some clothes on, Scott. This is not a nudist beach." I growled.

He smirked and walked closer to me.

"Why, Stephanie? Do I make you nervous?" He whispered in my ear. I gulped at his words.

"N-No, of course not." I stammered.

"You look horrible, S." Tyler mocked, putting back his shirt on.

"Shut up. Now how did my mom let you in here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow up.

"Oh, you're still asking me this? It's your mom we're talking about! She loves me!" He exclaimed, rolling his eyes and taking his shirt off once more.

I tried my best not to fixate my gaze on his naked torso. I averted my sight to his face instead.

"Now come on, piggy. Take a shower and we'll go since now is the only day we can hang out for the rest of the week." He said, crossing both his feet together.

I nodded in reply. We were going to catch up that day since Tyler got in the football team and his coach didn't let him skip practice to hang out with me and Tyler was doing extra practice so he could get to be a quarterback. His main goal was to be quarterback until the end of the year.

I walked to my bathroom and locked the door. Lazily, I washed my face, brushed my teeth and stripped off my clothes. I went over to the shower and turned it on. Cold water cascaded down my back, making my skin shiver at the instant and shocking cold. After I was done, I wrapped myself up in a towel. I dried my body and put on a pair of high-waisted studded shorts, a black Pink Floyd blouse, and some beige flat sandals.

I walked out of the bathroom and Tyler was sprawled all over my bed. Once more. I was already used to that type of scene.

"I'm ready," I announced, getting the hairbrush from the top of my drawer and with it, brushing my hair.

"And I'm not. I'm tired." He simply said.

"But you're going with me, you douche," I growled, swatting him in the face.