The Outlaw's Fairy Tale

Chapter 3 : That little cocky phlegm

I parked the bike near Ty's property and strolled over to the entrance, passing the two guards the high iron gates. The walk on the stone pavement, that lead to the door of the house, was long. Tyler's place had a beautiful lawn spread over acres of land with a pool and tennis lawn at the back, don't forget his well polished patio that I loved sunbathing on.

I was greeted by his doorman Mr. Henley, a thin, tall man in his 70s who loved telling stories about the war times.

"Good morning Mr. Henley. How are the grandkids?"

"They're wonderful, Ms. Spark."

"Give my regards to your son, Mr. Henley."

I called out over my shoulder as I walked into the living room of the three storey mansion. Did I mention Ty's family is loaded? And when I say loaded, I mean around seven cars, three helicopters, two yachts and just a few islands. I mean come on, his surname was Banks for crying out loud! They wipe their butts with 5 dollar bills, okay not really but, you get my point.

Now how I ended up being friends with him? Oh that day brings back memories...

It wasn't much, to be honest. Just that he was lonely and I needed someone who'd bail me out of trouble. Let's just say rich kid with daddy issues and hell a lot of connections with the underworld, can come in handy.
I headed for his room. I still remember the first time I came here, I got lost and ended up in the laundry room. Thankfully Roma, their housekeeper found me and helped me to his room. This palace is like a scavenger hunt, a big, beautiful, expensive scavenger hunt. And the prince, a spoilt brat.

I walked into his 'den' - as he calls it - and made myself comfortable on the foot of his king sized bed. He was seated on his beanbag, his headphones on, bobbing his head to the beat of the music.

I always loved his room, besides the fact that the walls were plastered with posters of half-naked women, he had a flat screen TV probably the size of my bed, everything colour coordinated in hues of blue. His room was every teenage boy's dreamland, Xbox, PlayStation, latest editions of Music Amplifiers, video games of every kind, the works. He even had a separate wall filled just with his art. Corny RichGuy definitely got some talent.

I pulled off his headphones, in the process, startling him. "Hey loser."
He looked up with eyebrow raised followed by a mischievous smirk forming on his face.

"Lexi! What a surprise!" He retorted cheekily which I completely ignored being the nice person I am.

"Okay, since you're here already, I need a date to Ryan's party tomorrow."

"Great, I stole a car today, I may need a lawyer."

"Great, I won't even ask..."

Tyler is used to my constant itch to mess with others. He himself is quite the pranker in school. Sometimes, we'd team up and trick teachers or trouble the student body, either way we would stay back almost everyday thanks to detention.

"But for that you're gonna have to make out with me now." His smirk still playing strong. He maybe rich, he maybe talented but nothing compared to the big jerk he is.

"Do I have tooooo?" I whined, pouting at him.

"Ah, come on. I know you want some of this." He said gesturing to himself. That little, cocky phlegm.

"I don't."

"You do."

"Nuh-uh."

"Uh-uh."

"If I kiss you, you're sending me a supply of lawyers for the rest of the year." That should teach him, with the trouble I cause, a nation's supply of lawyers won't be enough. I crossed my arms, raising my eyebrows at him. He mimicked my gesture.

"Six months."

"Eight."

"Seven."

"Deal."

We spat in our hands and shook on it.

This is what I loved about our friendship, just carefree flings without having to worry about jealousy and feelings getting in the way. I was his arm candy while he was my ATM. No drama, no problems, that was the best part.

Sighing, I got up and sat next to him. He wrapped his arms round my waist, our faces, centimeters apart. Just as our lips brushed apart, there was a knock on the door. "Dammit." Ty muttered under his breath. I chuckled at him.

"Tyler honey, would you like to come down for some dinner." A voice spoke behind the door.

"No mom, no thanks." He crossed his arms, pouting like a five year old.
I rolled my eyes at him. The nerve of this boy sometimes.

"Ty be nice to your mom, sheesh."
What? I may be a criminal but I do have manners. Tessy taught me right.
He just shrugged and concentrated on something outside the window. I got up from the beanbag and opened the door for mother dearest.

"Hey Mrs. B!"

"Oh Alexis sweetheart, I didn't know you were here, this stupid child of mine never tells me anything, you know." I glanced at Tyler only to find him rolling his eyes. Sure he loved his mom, she was amazing, but he took her for granted sometimes. But he also hated when his privacy was compromised.

"Would you like to stay for some dinner?"

"Sure thing."

Dinner, now this shall be entertaining to watch...

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I'm back! Been hella busy. I shall try to update sooner. I have a lot on my plate right now.

Picture of Ty in the media and he is hot hot hot. Enjoy!

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