My Dad's Best Friend Is My Guardian.

Chapter 8

"I know. I lost myself. It won't happen again. -- No. I can do this. I won't let you down."

My eyes begin to blink open.

Who, Who is that talking?

Yawning and rolling over to my back, I realize this is NOT my room.

" Where am I?!" I jump out of the bed, I begin pacing the room.

"Stop. You are at Zach's. This is his older brothers room. "

I turn around to see Tyler walk into the room.

"Tyler?!" I screech out.

"yes. We have gone over this Amerie."

God... the way my name slipped off his tongue, it was so hot. A chill went down my back.

" I see you remember the happenings of last night." He smirks at me and begins to move slowly to me.

I begin to recall when I came into the room.

I look down and I'm still wearing all my clothes.

"We didn't-- you know...?" I question him shyly, putting a hand to my mouth.

"No. We didn't. You passed out the minute your head hit the pillow. So I tucked you in and slept on the floor." He knods over to where there was a big comforter and a pillow on the ground near the wall.

I chuckle at myself. Wow good one Drunkie.

"Well. I better get you home.Dad is worried sick."He grabs his jacket on the back of the chair and walks out of the bedroom.

Wow. Jackass much. Not even a good morning or anything. I grab my purse on the floor and take my phone out. I have so many texts and missed calls from the girls; and Ryan.

I instantly text back the girls in our group chat.

They text back saying Tyler called them letting them know to take an Uber home and that I was staying with him.
I seriously questioned how they thought I would be safe with him. Unless he told them how he knew me. Which I will then be getting a lot of crap for and having to explain myself.
I shake my head at the thought of it.
I make my way down stairs and walk out the door.
I see Tyler heading over to a motorcycle.

Oh hell to the no.

I march over to him with my heels in hand.

"No way am I getting on that."

"Come on. I'm safe." He trys to calm me down.

It is not working.
"Don't make me force you." He glares at me, He is a very impatient person.

"I am not getting on that bike with my heels." I throw my hand that's holding the heels up in the air, waving them in his face.

Before I could even blink an eye, Tyler wrapped his arms around me, picked me up and put me on his bike.
"If you think attitude is going to get you anywhere with me, it's not. So do what I say." He grips my thighs tightly while he stands in between them.
I gasp as he roughly grabs my heels from my hand and bends down on to his knee.

"I can put my own heels on thank you very much." I roll my eyes at the gesture and instantly regret it because he finished slipping my foot into the 2nd heel and jumped up.

He gripped my thighs again and inched his way closer to me. His right hand trailed up my waist, across the edge of my top, and his finger tips inched towards my neck. The emotionless stare he was giving me while his thumb rested on my lips, sent chills down my body and I tried leaning away.

"Let's go." I whisper, distrusting whatever thoughts he was having.

He nodded his head and got on his bike and started the bike up.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his back, breathing softly as the thoughts of what this boy could do to me were wandering my mind.

"AMERIE! You don't call, you don't text, and you don't even tell me you were gonna leave last night! I have been up pacing around the house all fucking night." Ryan comes shouting and yelling as he storms out the front door and headed our way.

"You! I knew you weren't capable of being responsible! You're suppose to watch out for her like a brother, not like some horny boy trying to get in her pants! I will have a word with you later!" Ryan throws his finger and is pointing it everywhere in Tyler's direction, his eyebrows were furrowed together and his face was dark red from all the shouting and yelling he was doing.

I ignore them and just head towards the house, I'm too hungover to be caring about their little immature arguments.

"Where do you think you're going Amerie?!" Ryan shouts after me. I hear his loud footsteps approaching me.

I angrily whip around and stop him in his tracks, "First of all, I am 18! I am allowed to do what I want and not have to tell you every little thing. Second, I yelled out to you where I was going before I fucking left. I didn't know you weren't home because YOU didn't tell me. Finally, don't be mad at Tyler for trying with me just because you can't! He actually took great care of me! So please. Just leave me alone and let me rest." I shout in his face and turn back around to go up to my room.

Ryan's and Tyler's mouths just hung open as I walked away, both unable to say anything back to what I said. They stood there for a few mins longer before they followed me inside the house. When I got to my bedroom door, they were walking down to Ryan's office.

The last thing I heard before I doze back to sleep was the loud shouts in Ryan's office.