Tyler's POV
Why.
Why?
Why.
Just, why?
Why am I doing this?
I don't have an answer.
Our lips touch and I feel no spark. I feel her start to have her hands travel up and down my body.
Then, I don't know what comes over me.
I shove her off.
"Tyler, why?!" My secret on and off girlfriend, Kim, asks me. "You asked me to meet you!"
"I don't- I don't- I have to get to class." I say, striding off.
I swear Noelle better not have seen us. This plan is not going to work.
Well, she can be as jealous as she'd like.
Because I got blackmailed.
Just like her. Funny how things turn out, huh?
I was blackmailed into not being her boyfriend. And I'm not sure how to tell her I'm breaking things off. Maybe I won't. Maybe I will. Tell her the truth, I mean.
Walking into English, I spot Noelle sitting in the seat that is supposed to be mine with one of her friends, Janelle, next to her. Janelle and I were always close.
In a way no one knew about.
I sit in Jenny's (Janelle's) seat and take out my work.
I watch Noelle vent to Jenny about, probably, me.
It will all get back to me. I'll find a way to find out what she said. I'll just have to wait until we go home.
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The bell rings and it's finally time to go home.
I get in the car, and Janelle slips in shotgun.
"So what was Noelle saying?"
"Oh you know, lots of things you didn't tell me." She looks at me sternly, and takes out her phone to text back someone.
"Like?"
"She was blackmailed, Tyler. She was blackmailed."

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BLACKMAILED.
Teen FictionNoelle Marshall never asked for help. But when Tyler Hollande takes it upon himself, she'd never guess what'll happen next.