Jake’s P.O.V
Tyler gave me a long, knowing look. I stared him down, but after a few minutes, I felt myself getting uncomfortable under his gaze.
“Alright! Alright! Alright!” I caved, unable to stand it anymore. “I think I like her.”
“I knew it!” Tyler cried, his face breaking into a victorious grin as he pumped his fist in the air.
I glared. “I said, ‘I think’ not ‘I am’."
“Good enough for me,” he shrugged indifferently as he put the chicken in the oven. “So…”
“So what?” I asked, suspicious.
“What are you going to do about it?” He asked, grabbing plates from the cupboard.
"Nothing."
“Oh come on! You are such a liar!” he said, turning around to glare at me.
“No, I’m not. I’m not going to do anything about it.” I crossed my arms stubbornly. “She’s your sister. Do you know how awkward that would be?”
“No, and who cares?” Tyler said, exiting the kitchen to place three plates on the dining room table. I followed behind him.
“I do!”
“Well, I don’t.” Tyler said. “You two would be good together. Plus, you’re probably a million times better than any of those other weirdos she’s dated.”
“Thanks,” I said sarcastically.
“Anytime,” he grinned, going back into the kitchen to get cutlery and cups. “I still think you should do something about it."
“Like what?” I asked.
“Er…I don’t know.” Tyler said, giving me an apologetic look. He ran his hand through his blonde hair, and then snapped his fingers.
“You could ask Kristen for advice,” he said, eyes glowing.
“Hell no!” I burst out. “I hate her, and so does Ivy. And Kristen hates Ivy too, so could you just imagine what a disaster that would be?”
“Okay, bad idea,” Tyler admitted. “Ask Jolene or Leena, they know loads about Ivy. They’d probably be able to help you out.”
“I don’t know,” I said, screwing up my face. “That’s just awkward. I’ve never really spoken to her friends that much, and besides they’d probably tell Ivy that I asked about her.”
“Jeez, you are so pessimistic. If you have a better plan, then please enlighten me,” Tyler said, sounding cross as he slammed cutlery down on the table.
“Sorry, Tyler,” I said, passing a hand across my face. “She’s just stressing me out.”
“I never thought I’d see the day when Jacob Lewis would have girl problems,” Tyler sniggered.
“Jake,” I corrected automatically. I hated it when people called me by my full name. It never sounded right.
“What ever, Jacob.” Tyler grinned mischieviously.
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Ivy POV
“Ivy! Dinner!” Tyler shouted, pounding on my door.
I turned off my stereo. “I’m not hungry!” I shouted back. Suddenly the door flew open and Tyler came running in.
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Bad Luck with Love
Teen FictionWho knew one person could have so much bad luck? Ivy sure didn't until now. Everything started so well; her older brother's best friend was a super hottie and crushing on her, she had some kick ass friends, Ewan McGregor in 'Moulin Rouge' and ice cr...
