Tyler Wells' Secret

Chapter Three: An Uncomplicated OMG and a not-so-simple Oh My God

Chapter Three: An Uncomplicated OMG and a Not-So-Simple Oh My God.

After an ear-piercing screech, the muffled sound of someone telling Rylee to shut up was very pleasing to my ears. I could barely make out her muttering profanities at someone before she continued with her overly dramatic rant.

“Anyway… OMG!!” Rylee squealed again.

“My eardrums,” I groaned. Literally, something shattered back there.

I heard her sigh, but she continued her babbling, “YOU HAVE TO TUTOR HIM! I mean how could you not? You have just been blessed with this amazing once in 357 life times’ chance of tutoring Tyler Wells, the mysterious hottie of all of my dreams!” She took a deep breath, “Can you introduce me to him? I mean you don’t have to… I just… well actually, you do have to, because in paragraph three of that contract I made you sign last month, it clearly states that any hot guy you start to spend time with has to be immediately introduced to me, Rylee Grayson.”

She rambled on for a long period of time. “Rylee.”

“Yes?” she replied, the excitement still clear in her voice.

 “Please, just take a moment to shut up and get yourself together. I have no idea what the actual shit you’re talking about, but he’s a bit of a douchebag, okay?”

Rylee gasped on the other end of the line, “No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No,” She fired back, and I realized this wasn't going to get anywhere.

“RYLEE, PLEASE.”

“Okay, fine,” She huffed.

“He really isn’t a nice person. He’s really judgmental and just seems angry at the world. He grabbed my wrist, hello, assault, and snapped at me, making false accusations before he even knew my name. And I got my head stuck into this thing thinking that I was actually going to try and get to know him but he just assumed that I thought badly about him. And I can’t work with people like that. I can already see that he’s going to be super stubborn about everything, and I just don’t know if I can deal with that right now. ”

“Omg. He touched you?” Rylee interrogated. She sounded like a love-struck teenage girl and it was really starting to piss me off. I mean, she was a teenage girl, and surely had convinced herself that she was love-struck, but I needed Rylee that I could depend on and trust. Not immature Rylee.

“I’m going to hang up.”

“Okay! I’m sorry. I’m sorry. So is he like, jock jerk, or what?”

“No. He isn’t a jock, obviously. And he isn’t the type of jerk that is still fun to be around. Because I’m pretty sure there is no funny or soft side to him. He just seemed to be plain mean. And rude.”