Tyler Wells' Secret

Chapter One: Fake Boobs, Back Conditions, and Fictional Characters' Mangoes

Chapter One: Fake boobs, back conditions, and fictional characters' mangoes.

"Oh my gosh! Did you hear about the new City of Bones trailer? Did you watch it?" Rylee babbled at me. I was too focused on a certain mysterious boy sitting across the lunchroom, picking at his lunch. A black tattoo was visible from under the collar of his no doubt expensive leather jacket, as he turned his head to greet his friend, Jonathan. The black of the jacket outlined his sharp jaw, which was set, sending off a vibe for people not to bother him. His brown hair set messily on his head though I couldn't tell if it was styled that way or if he just didn't care. Either way made him look extremely gorgeous.

Yeah, so I thought Tyler Wells was hot. Everyone did. You'd have had to been blind not to. But I didn't obsess over him, like a good portion of the girls at this school. You know the, the ones with fake boobs and too much make-up? Yeah, the ones who arch their back on a regular basis to try and make their breasts look even bigger? I mean, how have they not gotten some kind of back condition by now? They have to be absolutely exhausted by the end of the day.

I found it weird though, that he had so many girls just throwing themselves at him and he lucidly pushed them away. I watched as Jonathan sat down beside him with a tray. It was weird how the two of them came to be best friends. They were so different. Jonathan was everything a girls' parents could ask for; polite, studious, dressed nicely. But he was shy, not in the way Tyler was, but shy in his own way. Tyler though, he was different. He definitely had the bad boy vibe. He drove a bike, he wore leather, he had a freaking tattoo for goodness sakes, and he wasn't kind in any way, to anyone. Well, we all know he wouldn't be in Amity. I didn't doubt that he was smart; I just don't think he cared enough to try for good grades.

My thoughts were interrupted by my aggravating best friend, Rylee.

"Cassidy! Would you stop staring at Tyler oh-so-sexy Wells? It ain't gonna happen." She rolled her eyes, flipped her strawberry hair out of her face, and continued her rambling, "I can't believe you're making me talk about the sarcastic and exceptionally attractive Jace Herondale by myself. Clary is so lucky. I mean, clearly, I should be the one to get Jace. What did Clary ever do to deserve him?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure she's the only one who didn't ask to touch his mangoes." I snorted.

"Oh please, I'm quite positive she did on more than one occasion. Maybe Cassandra Clare just thought it was too straightforward."

"You guys have the weirdest conversations in the world." Jake said as he and Kyla slid into seats across from me and Rylee.

"We do not! You just wouldn't understand because you aren't a fangirl. If you were, you would definitely want to touch his mangoes." Rylee said, rolling the word fangirl of her tongue as if it was the most delicate thing in the world. When really if you think about it, it kinda is. Kyla held her hand up to high-five Rylee.

"Yeah, because I would want to touch a fictional characters mangoes." Jake replied with an eye roll. Jake was a brawny senior with curly blonde hair and brown eyes. He played football and was also on the track team, as far as I knew. I think Kyla and Jake's one year anniversary was coming up in a few weeks.

"So what you're implying is, if Jace Wayland-Herondale-Lightwood-Morgenstern weren't a fictional character, you would gladly accept the invitation?" I said and couldn't help smirking at the expression on Jake's face.

He held his hand up to surrender, "Ok, ok, I will never touch any mans' mangoes. Clearly I'm not gay..." He smirked at Kyla and bent down to kiss her lightly on the cheek.

Rylee huffed a sigh, yes huffed, and used her fantastic (not) acting skills to dramatically and sarcastically say, "Aww. Now enough, you're going to make me regurgitate this unidentified meat all over you." She pushed her food around with a fork and scrunched up here face in disgust. I laughed at Rylee's displeasure.

"Oh, I see how it is; you're perfectly fine with fictional couples but not your own friends?" Jake raised his eyebrows.

Rylee glanced up from her plate of doom. "Correct. Well except for Peeniss. I totally think she should have gone with Gale. I mean seriously, she knew him for like, ever, and all Peeta did was throw some bread at her head."

Kyla's eyes lit with excitement, "I totally agree, Rylee. Peeta is just so unmanly with his baking and painting skills while Gale's over here putting his life in danger to keep her family alive."

"Woah, woah, woah! NO. Peeniss is perfectly lovely the way it is!" I fired back.

What? I felt the need to defend my ship.

"No, it's not! Katniss and Gale would have been perfectly fine if Peeta hadn't come aboard and charged the boat straight into the Bermuda triangle!" Rylee said, narrowing her eyes at me.

"Your point is invalid, Rylee! Peeniss is perf."

I thought that I had won the argument because Rylee narrowed her eyes to the tiniest slits and stretched her lips into a thin line. But then she opened her mouth.

My heart was practically racing. What was she gonna say?

With the most spite you can possibly put into a whisper, she said,

"Pansycake."

I gasped.

Kyla gasped.

Jake looked fairly confused.

This meant war.

Hello, so I greatly appreciate it if you read this. I had written about 5 or 6 chapters of this book a while ago but am just now going back through it and making some changes. I hope you liked it and will stick around for more. This chapter was mostly just to introduce some of the characters, thus, why it's so incredibly short. Wells... (See what I did there? HAHA... I need a life) thanks for reading!