You're Mine

Chapter Ten- Allies

Shortish, but just like all my short chapters, very important. I wanted to get this one out this week so I can give you guys a longer one next week full of Chase-Ashlynn-Devon drama :D Thanks for all your support guys, I love you for it. I’ll probably be updating I’ll Make You Love Me on Sunday.

The picture is of Tyler :D

 

                Lys sped back to school, going at least thirty miles over the speed limit.

                She really wished she was a better witch. One that could maybe cast transportation spells. Or one that could bring back the dead.

                But she really kind of sucked. She couldn’t even attempt to fight the murderer of Ashlynn’s sister.

                Yes, she knew he had killed Abby as soon as she heard his speak. She had heard it in his voice. Yet, she hadn’t even caught onto the fact that he was supernatural until he called her a witch. Talk about missing the obvious.

                Lys heard a car honk furiously at her as she ran a red light.

                “Please no cops, please no cops,” she sang under her breath. She wasn’t sure she could handle a cop that moment. She was far too panicked.

                Finally, she pulled into Hawthorne High. She did the worst parking job in history and jumped out of her car. She ran all the way to the gym where she hoped Tyler was practicing.

                She entered the huge room abruptly, causing all the basketball players to look at her.

                She suddenly felt a little nervous. Lys really cared about her appearance and she could only imagine what she looked like now. Winded, hyperventilating, and mascara smudged on her cheeks from all her previous crying.

                She spotted Tyler in the back of the gym. He stared at her, eyebrows raised.

                She focused all her attention on him, zoning her mind in on his.

                I need to talk to you. It’s urgent.

                She could see his eyes narrow in annoyance. Reluctantly, he approached her, causing all eyes to move to him.

                He grabbed Lys’s wrist and pulled her out of the gym, his grip too firm for Lys’s taste.

                “There’s this thing called a cell phone,” he snarled as he led her into the boy’s changing room. “You use it to avoid running into gym’s like a lunatic and prodding around other people’s minds-.”

                Lys yanked her arm our of Tyler’s hand, stopping before he moved her any further into the room. The smell of Old Spice hit her and she grimaced at how strong it was.  The realization that she was alone in a room with Tyler hit her and she became slightly nervous. She looked at Tyler and saw him staring at her with a mocking look.

                “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on raping you.”

                Her jaw clenched. “There’s no time for this. Ash is in serious trouble.”

                His brow wrinkled. “Why the hell would I care?”

                Lys wanted to punch him for that, but she had to resist the urge.  She needed his help.