I Hate Clichès

I Hate Scary movies

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"I am not!"

"Yes you are! Come on Natalia, live a little!"

I rolled my eyes and groaned with frustration, knowing Tyler was partially right. Crossing my arms over my chest, I pout."Whatever, but I am not a nun . I'm too unholy for that."

Tyler chuckled then wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into one of his hugs. I could still smell the extra-cheese deep dish pizza lingering on his collar, over powering the smell of his cologne."Come on, I was just teasing, Natty. But you really do need to get out more. No one skips one of  my parties for no reason."

I open my mouth in protest, but he interrupts me. "And no, studying is not a valid excuse."

Damn it, Tyler.

"I'll go, as long as you promise not to ditch me this time." I compromise.

He smiles brightly and kisses my cheek, making me scrunch my face up im mock disgust. "Deal! And sorry for calling you a nun."

"Your lucky your my best friend or else you would be in so much pain right now, Tyler." I say, still upset. "And please refrain from any PDA. I hate it when people think we're dating."

He starts to protest but one look from me shuts him up. Tyler hangs his head slightly and frowns with a emotion I can't quite read. "Fine."

Right now Tyler invited me to go to one of his infamous parties where in the end, I end up nursing his hangover and comforting the hopeful yet clingy girl he hooked up with (which involved telling her that Tyler wasn't a one girl guy). Even though that rarely happens. Okay, maybe once.... okay maybe twice.... you know what, let's just say it happens very often.

I never went to a party, at least one where I'm not babysitting Tyler and I am not starting now. I always read about the typical teenage girl who goes to a party and promises not to get drunk; but in the end does, then she sleeps with some player and regrets it. I also learned that from observing some of the venues I have been in. Anyway, from those stories I promised myself one thing; I would never be one of those girls, I would never be a Clichè.

Tyler is my best friend since the day we were born. Our mom's have been friends since high school, so naturally we were bound to be friends. We went to the same pre-school, kindergarten, elementary school, middle school and now, the same high school.

He is the typical teenage player, but with an amazingly sweet heart that he only keeps for his family. He's a softie even if he constantly fights the idea.

His bright blond hair and dark brown eyes that could melt a girl in a millisecond; but not me. He is basically my brother. Just from another mother, and father and bloodline, but you get the point.

The thing with Tyler and girls is this; he's really guarded. He doesn't trust easily, hell it took me ten years to finally get him to open up and to this day he still has trust issues.

I know and accept the fact that he sleeps with a lot of girls, but I still wish he wouldn't. For three reasons ; 1) he could get an STD, 2) he could get a girl pregnant and 3) I don't want people to look at him and his reputation and think, ' Wow, that guy is a terrible person.' Because despite everything, he's an incredible friend.

We walk back from the park and to my house, with Tyler's arm around my shoulder and my head on his. As usual I get all the glares from every girl we walk past, while Tyler gets whistles and hoots from guys telling him, and I quote; "Tylers Getting some!" But since I'm used to it, I block it out (even though I would much rather run over and kick them where the sun don't shine).