The Cold Hard Truth

Chapter 2

Here it is. First day of Grade 11. Once again still single, and Tyler is still my best friend.

"You nervous?" He says, pushing me into one of the lockers

"Nah, I've got you to keep me safe" I tell him, playfully punching his arm "Good thing we have all our classes together"

"Who says it's a good thing?" He says to me laughing "Maybe I'll beat you up"

"Yeah, that's not happening" I warned."I could probably knock you out cold"

"Probably" he admitted, shrugging. Then cried dramatically, so people started staring "You have defeated me Oh Great One. I now have no choice but to live in fear and hatred of you"

"That's definitely not true" I said to him, grabbing his arm so he would walk faster "you totally still love me"

"True" he said, as we continued down the hall
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    "Hey, Mia" Tyler whispered, none to quietly "wanna help me answer this question?"

He showed me one of the questions  on the quiz testing us on what we know. In English class. Just so you know. He had added a question on the bottom of the page that read:
Bonus Question: 2+2=?

"Oh gosh I don't know" I sighed "I'm pretty sure that it's 6 though"

"Thanks" he said, turning bright red from holding back laughter, tears actually forming in his eyes "What would I do without you?"

"Probably die" I told him, turning back to my own quiz.

We do things like this a lot. Some of the things we've done during class have caused some trouble with teachers in the past, but our English teacher seems younger, and pretty nice, so I think that we'll be able to get away with a little more than we did last year.

Mia! Stop thinking about other things! Stop thinking about Tyler. Focus!
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    The bus is probably the worst place I could be. And I know you're probably thinking,

"How can a bus even be that bad?"

But believe me, it is. It's like I went on a trip to the zoo, let the tigers and gorillas in the same exhibit, and then accidentally fell in. Yes, i'm serious. It might even be worse than that.

I can't wait until Tyler gets his G2, which will only be in a few months. His birthday is in January, and I'm really glad that it's that early in the year.

My birthday is pretty early into the year as well, in February, but I can't drive. I don't even have my G1 yet. Tyler on the other hand, is an excellent driver, he'll pass his test with flying colours, I'm sure of it.

So I'm not worried that I'll have to stay on this bus for the rest of my high school career.

With Tyler driving the two of us, we'll get to spend more time together with just the two of us, without people screaming in my ears every morning and-

"Hey! Mia!" I hear an annoying male voice shout "How about you pay attention to me instead of thinking about other things! Or are you thinking about me?"

That's Peter. He's annoying, rude, obsessed with himself, and guess what? He likes me. He's been trying to get me to date him since the first day of high school, and all I can say is I've tried to reject him in every way possible.

Nothing has worked. So I spin around to face him, sitting at the back of the bus and making sure he hears me,

"Yeah Peter I am thinking about you!" I shout back "and wondering how such an immature, unattractive male such as yourself could be so obsessed with himself!"

The chorus of oooohs goes around the bus, as well as the couple people who tease him, but I don't even bother to listen.

Instead, I take my earphones and turn up my music until it helps drown out most of the noise from the bus, and looking down at my phone, I decide to text Tyler.
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"Dad! I'm home!" I yell through my house, dropping my bag at the door, and heading into the kitchen to grab myself something to eat.

I get myself some celery and dip, (how healthy am I?) and hear my dad walk into the kitchen. I turn around to see him as he smiles at me, kissing the top of my head in greeting

"Hey Mia" he says warmly "how was school sweetheart?"

"It was pretty good" I tell him, "teachers are nice, classes are good, bus still sucks"

"Don't worry" he says to me, laughing "Tyler will be getting his G2 in a few months, then you won't have to go on that bus"

I love my dad. My mom died when I was really little, and since then it's just been me and my dad. He had a really hard time raising a little girl by himself, especially since he was grieving for his wife, but I think he did a pretty good job. I turned out okay.

I can't remember much about my mom. It's not really that bad though. My dad is awesome. I've never felt he didn't have time for me, even though he's working almost all the time. He works at home so I guess that's a part of it, but I'm really lucky when it comes to my dad. He's one of the best people I know.

I finish my snack and go to the front door to get my bag, and go up the stairs to my room.
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Once I get into my room I take out my phone, ready to play my music through my room, when I see a person sitting on my bed. I think I actually screamed.

"Mia!" He said laughing "calm down it's just me"

"Tyler you could've been a serial killer or something!" I yelled at him, mostly jokingly "a little warning next time would be nice!"

"But where's the fun in that?" He complains, pulling his bottom lip down into a pout

Dang, how does he look hot doing that? No one looks hot acting like a three year old!

"Okay fine whatever" I sigh "how did you get in though?"

"The window" he tells me, rolling his eyes as if it's obvious "you left the screen of from last time so I just climbed in"

"Well that makes me kind of uneasy" I say to him, laughing

"Can we stop talking about me being a possible stalker now and go do something?" He whined, like a three year old I might add

"Well what do you want to do buddy" I coo to him, patting him on the head like a child.

But of course the physical contact sends butterflies through my stomach.

I ignore it.

"How about the pool?" He asks "Pleaseeee"

"You don't have a bathing suit here"

"Well I obviously brought one. I knew you would want to go swimming too"

Well he has my mind all figured out, why can't I know his?
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Hey lovelies!
This chapter is a little longer, still kinda short, I'm trying to make them longer but you know, it's not always easy. But look at me, two chapters in less than 24 hours? That's hard to do. Especially for a sleep deprived Netflix addicted writer such as myself. Also, I don't know if I like the title of the book, let me know if I should change it, and if I do what I should change it to. Hope you liked this chapter, recommend me to your friends and don't forget to FOLLOW VOTE and COMMENT
Love you all,
~Emma❤️