The Betrothed (BoyxBoy)

XVIII.

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Changes have been made in the character profiles. Please refer to the changes for future reference. The previous chapters have already been change to conform with the new profiles.

Hunter Young: 28 years old; Steel gray eyes; Medium, wavy hair; 6'2" tall

Tyler Lewis: 17 years (and 11 months) old; Chocolate brown eyes; Black, spiky hair; 5'10" tall

Nathan Young: 23 yeats old; Hazel eyes; Short hair; 6'0" tall

Scott Owens: 19 years old; Green eyes; Brown, wavy hair; 5'11" tall

Francine: 26 years old; Chocolate brown eyes (very similar to Tyler's); long blonde hair; 5'10" tall

Hopefully these changes are clear and won't cause confusion. :)

* This chapter may or may not contain grammatical errors and typos. *

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Hunter's POV

I became anxious while waiting for an answer from Tyler. He has to say yes. I want him to say yes. I don't know what I'll do if he doesn't want to go on a date with me. All I can see is his widened eyes, but I couldn't see through them. I didn't know what his answer would be.

The way he was straddling me definitely put me on the spot. He was messing with my feelings and I didn't like it one bit. What gave him the courage to straddle me like this?

His face turned sour as if he'd just realized something. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?" he hissed.That hit me straight in the heart.

How can he think of such a thing? Tyler to me was the most precious thing at the moment and I would do anything just to keep him from getting hurt. I wouldn't be asking him out on a whim. I'm asking him out because I truly, genuinely like him.

I put on a broken expression. "What are you talking about, Tyler?"

He looked lost in thought. I didn't know what was going through in his head but it didn't look good. Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes. I chanted in my head. It turned into a prayer that put complete hope that he would say yes.

"Last night... What I said... You're making fun of me, aren't you?" he said firmly.

My thoughts went back to what happened last night, how I told Tyler that I liked him and how he liked me back. I was being serious when I said that and I didn't want him to think otherwise.

I only hoped that he meant it the same way I did when he said it.

I was brought back to my senses when Tyler slapped me hard right across the face. What the hell was that for?! I saw a frown on his face and knew that he was pissed. He glared a murderous look straight for me and knew that I was in trouble.

He brought his hand back up to strike me again, but I took hold of it before it made contact with my cheek.

"Let go you jerk!" he yelled as he tried to force his arm away from my grip. I wasn't budging though, he was misunderstanding everything! He thrashed about in my grip.

"Wait, Tyler. You've got it all wrong!"

"Okay, okay. Maybe I am," he said as his body released a little bit of tension. This is all just an act right? For the elders?"

I immediately felt bad for everything that took place between us in the past couple of days. I knew we haven't been the best of friends, nor were we even friends for that matter, so it does come as a shock that I'm asking him out.