Loving Tyler

Chapter 3

Tyler
School was the same old shit like it was last year. I still saw the same fags, well more fags, I still saw the same bitches, but there are more, and I still saw Raquel everyday, but she had a new friend.
That was keeping her away from me. 
The friend was Laya.
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy Raquel has left me alone but I just don't want her around Laya.
Oh well. Fuck it.
I got home Friday and started writing songs and making beats.
I fell asleep while making this dope ass beat.
“Tyler, Laya is here.” My mom yelled up the stairs.
What the hell.
I ran down the stairs shirtless with basketball shorts on.
Laya was sitting on the couch.
“Wassup?” I was still stuck on why she was here.
“I needed help with Calculus and thought you could help.” Laya was staring at my abs.
“Yeah I can. Follow me.” I ran up the stairs and Laya followed.
We got into my room.
“Wheres the work at?” I was looking around at Laya trying to find where the Calculus work was.
“I don't have any. Just wanted to get to know my neighbor.”
What a faggot.

Laya
When I first told Tyler I wanted to get to know him, he looked at me like I was a faggot or something. But then I started to ask questions and he did too and we found out we had a lot in common.
But I had one question on my mind. “So Tyler I know you have to have a girlfriend with the type of personality you have.”
“I do but I don't. I want to end things with her but it's hard.” He sounded like having a girlfriend is a bad thing.
“Are you gay? Is that why u want to end it?”
Tyler laughed, “Hell no faggot. I just have eyes for someone else. Plus the bitch is crazy.”
I laughed, he laughed. Then we started to laugh at each other's laughs. Then we were laughing because we forgot what we were laughing at.
Everything was all fun and games until Tyler touched my hand. I stopped laughing and he stopped laughing. He looked at my hand and said, “Your hand is pretty.” Then we started laughing.
But then he looked at my wrist and saw my cuts. “Why?” He pointed at my cuts and kept asking why.
I yanked my arm away and stood up. I didn't have to explain my life to him. I ran out his room then went home.
Kinda thought we had a connection.

Tyler
She's beautiful. Her fingers, hands, arms, face, and body are beautiful but her wrist aren't.
The cute bitches always got something up.
I decided to text Sarah. She'll help me get this off my mind
Me: Wyd
Sarah: Watching Avatar.
Me: Im bored.
Sarah: Me too. Come over.

I grabbed a condom out my top drawer and left.
Laya.....
Laya......
Laya.....
Laya......
That's all I thought about as I walked to Sarah's house.
I was happy when I made it to Sarah's house cause I knew she was gonna help me.
“Come in.” Sarah said before I knocked. I walked in her house and saw her watching Avatar.
“Wheres Millie and Otis?” That's her parents.
“They wont be back until Monday night. I got two days alone.”
“I don't care bitch. You know what I came here for.” Sarah came over to my and unzipped my pants.
“Suck it bitch.”
“Ok.”

Laya
Tyler still hasn't came over to check on me yet and it's been five hours.
You know what, he's probably calling me stupid and emotional and a faggot.
Goodnight.