Second Chances for Tyler Landry

Things You Shouldn't Forget

Tyler woke up on Monday morning with a grin on his face. He had met a girl. She was cute in a easy sort of way.

And was no doubt, not going to break his heart.

Her name was Chasity Denmark and was apparently in his English class. He got up and did his usual morning routine, smiling at his success.

Chasity Denmark wore tight multi-colored clothing, had platinum blonde hair with black roots peeking out at the top. She wore enough masacara and black eyeliner to pass as a raccoon and had a weirdly crackly voice. But, she was nice enough and had somewhat of a personallity.

He got in his car, making his way to Chasity's house. Chasity's house was 4 miles past Mackenzie's house.

*In School*

Tyler came into the school, seperating with Chasity to get to his locker. He walked straight down the hallway and saw Mackenzie.

Her hair was frazzled in a odd french braid and her movements were jittery and swift. That's when he realized with wide eyes that he had forgotten to pick her up.

He walked over to her, knowing she would forgive him with a hard smile and eventually get over it. He came up and tapped on her shoulder.

Her head whipped in every direction until she turned and faced him.

Her eyes blinked and flamed with rage. Her nostrils started to flare and her lips curled. She was more than pissed off.

"Macky, I'm sorry I forgot! It's just I was going to pick up Chasity and accidentally took Jolee's road and...." he trailed off, his mind running dry of anymore good excuses.

Her eyes burned hard into his. "You. Forgot. Me. Because. Of. Another. Slut?" she said, chopping the words with a sharp tongue.

Tyler's mouth fell into a hard line "She isn't a slut. She's just experienced." he said.

Mackenzie's eye started to twitch rapidly. It only did that whenever she was murderous.

"Don't talk to me Tyler Landry. Don't talk to me for a long time." she said cruelly and slammed her locker. Her fiery hazel eyes never leaving his.

Tyler immediately tried to follow her and apologize. But, it was no use. She just kept her face cold and ignored him. She nearly rounded a sharp corner as she stomped into her class. She had shut the door in his face gently and left him staring outside the threshold.

He stared hopelessly into the small glass window in the door as the late bell rang and the last retreating footsteps disappeared.