I Hate Clichès

Troublesome Friendships and Study dates

"Tyler please don't make a scene! I know how much you hate Avery, but listen; its just a project!" I say.

After finding out that I was Avery's partner for the Multi-Cultural fair, I knew that if I didn't get Tyler out of there soon he would get kicked out of school for killing Avery. Even the way he looked at Avery....oh god, let's just say if looks could kill Avery would be six feet under in a heartbeat.

"I know it's just a project, but I don't want him anywhere near you." He snaps.

I look at him with confusion. "What did Avery ever do to you?"

"ITS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS! STAY OUT OF IT!" He yells. I jump back in surprise, but anger quickly takes over. I feel my muscles tense, my jaw tightens and I ball my hands into fists.

I didn't do anything to him, and I just want to help; And yet he's yelling at me for being a good friend?!

"You're not the boss of me Tyler! I was just trying to help you and here you are yelling at me! I tell you everything and yet you keep all your secrets from me! I swear, sometimes I think you don't even care that I'm your friend!" I yell back. I feel tears brim the corner of my eyes.

When I look into Tyler's Hazel eyes I see so many emotions in them; sadness, hurt, guilt and mostly Anger. His eyes are darker than they were before, a dark brown now, and to be honest I'm scared.

I turn around and walk back to the door. But as I grab the doorknob I feel an iron-like grip on my wrist. I turn around and see Tyler.

"What?" I snap. I pull my wrist free from his grip, but he only holds it tighter making me cry out in pain, but he doesn't seem to notice.

"Say that you want a new partner and stay away from him." He says looking straight at me, squeezing my wrist tighter.

I try not to scream.

I whimper. "You're hurting me, Tyler."

He looks down, and let's go of my wrist, with eyes filled with regret. "I...."

"Screw you Tyler." 

With that I walk back into the class where everyone is staring at me. I ignore the looks I get and walk back to my seat next to Avery. He looks at me with his signature smirk and mesmerizing blue eyes.

"Trouble in paradise, sweetheart? Oh, please don't tell me I caused that fight with your boyfriend!" He says fake pouting.

My eyes widen and I stare at him with disbelief. "Tyler isn't my boyfriend! He's like my brother."

He rolls his eyes and goes back to his phone. "Whatever, so when can we work on the project?"

"Right now, Idiot." I say obviously.

"Can't, sweetheart, too busy. How about afterschool?"

"Fine, idiot. Where?"

He looks up from his phone and smiles. My heart almost stops at his smile. All of his teeth flash, perfectly straight and white; his dimples show, the one on his left cheek more visible than the one on the right. "My house. At 6:00. And nice nickname by the way, it's very.... kindergarten."

"Whatever and what kind of nickname is sweetheart?  It's been used too much." I say, giving him an annoyed look.

"Its better than idiot." He retorts smirking. 

"Whatever Jerkface." I say huffing. I cross my arms and glare at him. I know my come back is lame, but I refuse to be too rude to him; it's just not in my nature to just be blatantly terrible.

He laughs, a laugh that makes my stomach erupt with butterflies, then says. "My house at 6:00, got it?"

"Alright." I say.

"Great, it's a date!" He says loud enough for the people in the hallway to hear. I look at him with shock, but he smirks at me.

Just as I'm about to say something, the bell rings and he walks out of the class, casually; but not before he winks at me. I can feel a blush burning crimson on my cheeks as I pack my bag. I can't help but smile a little at what he said. I'm sure he didn't mean it that way, but something about how he said it made my stomach flip in a good way.

"Its a date!"

Maybe Tyler was wrong, I mean so far Avery is a pain in the ass, but he seems okay. And it doesn't matter what Tyler thinks, he is not my dad and I can hang out with Avery if I want.

And in my heart, a part of me wants to, even if the rest of me doesn't. As I walk out the class I feel my wrist burn and I quickly examine it.

When I do I see that it's already turning purple. I feel all too shocked to even do anything, so I tug down my sleeve and cover it up.

It's not even the bruise I'm shocked about, it's the fact I'm starting realize how little I know about my best friend.

And that terrifies me the most.