The Nerd Introduced to the Jocks Parents (In Editing)

Chapter 36- Sitting on his Lap

VERY IMPORTANT A/N:  Dedication goes to my wonderful Sister, whom Ella's puffy eyes that come when she is crying, is modeled after my sister. Not to mention, her unwavering support, makes it all the more fun. And her input helps build this story. And a hint, that only she will understand. And you all will fell very confused and curious about,  is...

Scarlett's brother seems to take after her WAY to much. It's as if the whole bloodlines lives to crush people and there lives.  

 What I love most is, none of you know who her brother is! ... Or... Do you? 

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Chapter 36

*******Tyler's POV*******

I knocked on the door, and my fist began to hit harder and faster, as she didn't answer. Finally the fear settling in, I opened the door and went straight in. However, what I didn't expect was to find the strongest girl I know, crashed out in hysterical tears.

"Fella?" I asked hesitantly. Her eyes turned wide and she looked up at me, obviously trying to contain herself. I knew I was looking at her in sympathy and confusion, and that seemed to only make it harder for her. She burst into tears again, and I rushed to where she was, pulling her small frame into my arms. I wasn't sure what shocked me the most, that she continued to cry in front of me, or that she crawled further into my embrace and on my lap, and continued to sob into my chest.

"Tyler." She sobbed out.

"Shh, Just let it out." She didn't say anything, and I knew a few hours passed, until the most shocking thing happened. Fella cried herself to sleep, and she continued to grip my shirt. I moved around to get my phone out, checking to make sure she was asleep, I sent a text to Bud telling him I wouldn't be there. I knew I wouldn't live it down, but no way could I leave her like this.

I just continued to rock her back in fourth while she hiccuped in her sleep. I wasn't sure how long until she began to stir. She blinked sleepily, and looked at me. Her bright brown eyes, that never looked right on her face, filled with tears. Her eyes looked large, before she laid her head on my chest and rested it there.

"Sorry about bawling on you." She said, her voice hoarse and shaky.

"Fella, What has you so upset?" I asked, she tensed not moving at all, I felt annoyed. I had opened up to her about my problems, why the bet was on in the first place.

"I opened up to you, can't you do that for me?" I asked, she shook.

"Your just going to leave. When this deal is over, your leaving, why should I open up." She sobbed.

"I'm not going anywhere!" I exclaimed, then thinking she might think I liked her, I made it clear. "Your the closest thing I have to a friend." Well, aside from Ethan, I added in my head. She gave me a searching look, I felt like she was trying to look into me through my eyes, and just like that, she relaxed and went back to sobbing. As if I confirmed she could trust me.

**Ella*

"I just saw a video, my dad made for my around the year he died. I didn't know he made it until now. He told me that if I'm watching it, he is dead, and that it's not my fault. But if he was here, I know that he wouldn't feel that way. Because he would still be here and...." I voice stopped not working anymore.

"Do you ever...." I felt my eyes water. "Do you ever wish you could go back, and change a decision? I just miss him, and its not a day goes by that it doesn't hurt, and I know I have done so much that would disappoint him, and...." My words were cut off, but this time, it wasn't because of my voice. Tyler planted a small so very gentle kiss on my lips.

"Your rambling again, and going really fast, just take a deep breath, Okay?" I nodded my head, not trusting my voice. Tyler's eyes held tension, wariness, and concern. I realized, that aside from the day with the Ruby drama, he had never scene me cry. How long had we known each other? Two or three months. It seemed no matter how hard I tried the days didn't fit together enough for me to recall how long it had been.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Tyler asked. I sighed, I did want it off my chest, I had never explained the whole thing to anyone. But, could I really trust him? I chewed my lip. Unsure if I wanted to say anything. Would he try and press the information out of me? Would he....

Tyler grabbed my chin, making my teeth release the lip. "Hey, I'm just saying that I'm here. You can tell me at any time." He said the words softly. I found it so contrasted to the dick he was when I first met him. I nodded my head, unsure what I was nodding it about.

"My dad died when I was 8. My mom and doctors found it crazy how well I remember him and everything we did." I started, taking a deep breath, trying not to think about the fact I was sitting on his lap. My throat burned, and my eyes ached. But I still told him. "He was taking me on a ride on a motorcycle. It had taken me awhile to convince him, we were driving down the road, and I was holding onto him really tight. When a car came burrowing down the road. My dad instantly kicked into gear, pulling me around to the front of the motorcycle, instead of the back," I felt the tears leave scalding tracks on my cheeks, remembering his fervent words.

'I'm going to pull on your arm, and I need you to slide up in front of me." He said quickly.

"But daddy...." I couldn't finish before he had me moved.

"Seconds later the car hit us. Me and my dad went flying of of the bike. In the air I felt him move, and when we landed I was wrapped in his arms, on his stomach." A sob wracked my chest. "He... He had moved so his back would land on the ground, and I would be safe. He would of made it, had he not done it, and..." I took  a deep breath, as Tyler rubbed circles on my shoulder.

"He fell into a comma, they say he would of survived, but his head had hit so forcefully, that a concussion was made. His brain had swelled to much. All because I was immature and begged him to take me on a ride."  I remembered my moms dark words that she had begun to repeat over and over until she met her Husband number 2. 'If you would of just behaved and took no as an answer. You spoiled little brat, its all your fault.' That was the day my mom stopped allowance, and deemed she would never pay for my college, she said I needed to learn how to not be spoiled.

I explained my moms response to Tyler, and when I was done. He didn't say anything. He didn't comment, but he didn't need to. He had listened, and for me, that was enough. I continued to cry, and for the first time, I wasn't ashamed of it. But I felt a huge weight lift from my shoulders, as I finally let out the story and the emotions that the death and the Aftermath of my fathers accident left on me.

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"Thanks for listening." I said once I was done crying, and the silence began to be to much. Tyler smiled.

"I know there is more in your life than that. But you can't blame yourself for this though. Your father would be very proud, and I don't think your mom is all there. Especially to put that weight and hatred on your shoulders." Understanding filled his eyes deeply, I grabbed his hand.

"Looks like we both have sucky parents."  I said giving his hand a squeeze. My body still shook, my throat still dry. Tyler shocked me by standing up, me still in his arms, and he started carrying me somewhere.

"Where are we going? And I can walk!" I huffed. All though my stomach fluttered. I was sad, and hurt, but part of me felt lighter, giddy even. Tyler grinned down at me.

"You opened up, I opened up. Now its time for us to cheer up. You said your dad told you not to lock yourself up. I think its about time you had what Bud, Ethan and I do for fun, that gave us the tittle of bad-boy jocks." Dread filled me, but for some unknown reason I smiled anyway. "But first, we will get you some water, to calm down your throat, and something to eat for both of us." I smiled, wanting to tease him about being sweet. But I knew that it was a topic/joke that irritated him, so I settled with smirking.

Tyler sat me on my own feet in the kitchen, and I realized how unsteady I was.

"Wash up your face, its red. Cold water will help your eyes." He explained. I knew my eyes got bright red and puffy when I cried. I rarely do it, maybe that was why. When I finished washing my face, Tyler handed me a glass of water. Over the time he had been at my house, my kitchen was his favorite place, so he began moving around. I laughed when I realized what he was making for us to eat.

"Cereal, really?" I laughed. Tyler fake pouted. But none the less, that is what we ate. The silence was awkward  but I know my break down had a tension building, Tyler unsure of how to act around me.

"Go back to normal." I said grinning at Tyler. As much as it aggravated me, his teasing nature always made me laugh.

"Do you know what the biggest bone in your body?"

"Well, Yea...." He interrupted me.

"Mine." He answered. I waited and then it settled in, and I flicked some of my milk at him.

"Really? The pick-up lines." He just laughed, and I was to happy and feeling like part of the world decided to take a vacation from my chest, and I couldn't find it in me to be annoyed with the pick up lines. But as we all know. Tyler has a way of making anything annoying.

"Whatever, but I think there is sugar on your chair." He said pointing to my chair. I looked down but there wasn't any.

"Nope, all clear."

"I could of sworn you set in a pile of sugar, because that ass is pretty sweet." I rolled my eyes and laughed. "GULLIBLE!" He yelled, and threw some of his Fruit loops at me. I glared at him heavily.

"You Douche-icicle" I groaned

"What the hell is a douche-cicle?" He wrinkled his nose.

"A Douche" And then with my best Jose Jalapeno from Jeff Dunham impersonation I added. "On a stick." Tyler rolled his eyes.

"Nerd!" I just laughed at him.

"Jock!"

"Please, You know you love me." He joked, and he continued to eat the cereal.

And that's when the smile dropped from my face. The moment I looked at the friendship we had, and the bet is started on. All the things that had happened since I yelled at him for the stupid note, and elbowed him in the face while I was scared.

That was the moment I realized, the fake loving act I put on everyday, had become a deep, terrifying reality.


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