Get Ready to Run

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Two

One of the many things my dad and I had in common was the ability to detect bullshit. It might be hereditary or maybe it's simply from years of hearing it coming out of people's mouths. Either way, I know right off the bat when someone is trying to feed me it to me, and I'm being fed right now.

It's been almost a month since I caught Tyler talking on the phone that one day and ever since then he has rarely been home, he's been sneaking phone calls, hiding his phone whenever someone was around and making up excuse after excuse as to why he was leaving the house at odd hours or for long periods of time.

His current excuse is the final straw because I'm up to my neck in excuses, pretty close to being drowned by them all.

I was laying on the couch with a massive headache when Ty walks through the front door on his phone.

Just as he saw me come into his line of vision, he froze. "Um, hey I'll call you later, okay?...Yeah me to, bye", he said, tucking his phone back into his back pocket.

"You don't have to get off the phone on my account you know." I said, ignoring the pounding in my head.

"It wasn't important." He said, walking past me on the couch, straight for the kitchen.

"Sure didn't sound like it." I murmured.

He poked his head out from the kitchen, obviously hearing me. "Hmm?" He frowned.

"It wasn't important." I mimicked.

He stepped lazily out from the kitchen, back into the living room. I kept my eyes closed with my arm slug over my eyes attempting to shield the scorching light from making this headache worse. As I left little room on the couch, Tyler had no choice but to pick up my legs and set them down on his lap to be seated next to me.

I could feel those sea green eyes staring at me but I refused to meet them and decided to stay as I was.

As if sensing that himself, Tyler asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I said with an irritated tone.

"Awe trouble in paradise Sawyer?" He asked mockingly.

That kind of annoyed me so in repercussion I took the pillow from under my head and threw it at him, or at least threw it in hopes of hitting him, which by the "mmph" sound he made I guess I had.

He didn't complain which was really unlike him so I removed my arm from my eyes to look at him only to have my face collide with the very pillow I had thrown at him.   

"Asshole." I said, leaving the pillow on my face as I sank back down onto the spongy cushion.

"You started it." He said, resting his arm on my leg.

For whatever reason, I always seemed to be affected when Tyler touched me. A while ago it was obviously because I had feelings for him but now I had Aiden and this affect surely couldn't be from those very feelings. Whatever this tingly sensation that ran from my leg to the rest of my body was, I decided to just ignore it. 

"So are you going to tell me what's wrong or do I have to throw the pillow at you again?" He said, after a few moments of silence.

I decided to ignore him and close my eyes again. Soon enough I felt the pillow hitting me again with Tyler's irritating voice along with it. "Hey." The pillow came down again. "Buttface." The pillow again. "Come on." Yup, again the pillow hit me. "I could do this all day." After one last pillow to the face, I had had enough.

"You're what's wrong, and this headache too, but it's mostly you!" I mumbled under the pillow.

"Me? What'd I do?" He said, rather dramatically I might add.