The Corruption ✔️

Chapter I

Brunettes Are My Weakness

Tyler Foley

'That's really funny, Bryce, but I swear to God, if you don't pay me back for that scratch I will shove my keys so far up your ass that you-'

'Yo, Ty-Ty. T-Dog. I'll pay you back, okay?'

I scanned over the drunk mess in front of me and resisted the urge to swing my fists at his head. Swinging my legs to straddle my sleek black bike I glared at Bryce as he tipped his beer bottle at me.

My eyes flickered from him to the key in my hand. 'It'll be up your ass Bryce. Pay up.'

I didn't overlook the unshielded terror in his eyes.

The soft purr of my treasured motorcycle was all I could hear as I cruised along the motorway. Today hadn't been a bad day. All my unfinished business in California had officially been dealt with. Except Bryce fucking Wilson.

I counted off the things I had achieved that day in a mental checklist. There was Danielle at the top of the list- the biggest nuisance in California. The slightly psychotic on-again-off-again girlfriend that any self-respecting player had to have. A smug smirk pulled at my lips as I recalled the memory of Danielle's face as I dumped her in front of her entire cheerleading team. Humiliated in her own fucking territory. I mean, if we were moving, I had to cut all my ties from California. I couldn't deal with that long-distance shit.

Holy shit.

That was today wasn't it. As if on cue, my phone vibrated against my thigh and I pulled up, answering the call.

'What's up, Dad?' I cried nonchalantly. Too nonchalant for a teenage boy with daddy issues.

'You know exactly what's p, Tyler Foley. Get your useless ass into the airport now.' He hissed urgently.

'I'm on it.'

•°•°•°•

'I told you. Don't forget it Tyler, this is important. But what does my idiot of a son go and do? Forget all about it.'

I throw my head back and groan, bringing a hand to massage my temples. These lectures were getting to my fucking head if I'm honest.

'Okay but can we just skip to the forgiving shit now?' I groaned out more to myself than my muttering dad.

'Follow me,' he muttered taking long strides to the plane. Twirling a cigarette in my hand I trailed behind him.

'Tyler. Tyler? For fuck's sake Tyler were you listening to a word I said?'

I didn't even know he was talking.

'We're going to be living in Alaska with Lucy Reed and her daughter Andrea Reed.'

'Alaska?' I echo.

No. No fucking way.

'- I know it's a bit cold and different to what we're used to but I'm willing to go through that for Lucy. She's not like any other woman I've ever met.'

'Oh, Dad!' I simpered mockingly, 'she sounds real great!'

...great enough to completely uproot us to a place where I had to live with fucking polar bears running around.

'She really is,Tyler.' He continued without a care in the world and not noticing the extreme sarcasm in my words. 'And I'm telling you she's stunning...'