I stared at Tyler, not believing my eyes, while he looked at the evidence I found under his bed. After a moment of silence, he looked up at me blankly.
I let out a frustrated groan.
"That's it? You're not even going to explain yourself? Or deny it?" I asked Tyler.
He looked at me, "What's there to explain? You see it all right here."
I threw the pictures at him before walking out of his house. Without even thinking, I found myself walking to my Luke's grave. I sat on the floor while angry tears rolled down my face.
"Luke..I shouldn't have chosen Tyler. I thought I knew him..Or at least well enough, but it turns out he isn't who I thought he was at all..With the others, Beckett, Alec, and Ian..I knew who they were before I got too close to them"
"Charlotte?"
I turned around and looked up at the bad boy. I didn't say anything; I already said all I had to say. If Tyler wanted to explain, he could, but nothing he said would change anything. He lied to me.
"You lied," I whispered softly.
Tyler looked at me blankly, "No I didn't. I told you the truth. It’s just that it was indirectly.."
I stared at him, "Really? Your plan was to let me know through a story? You can’t even just straight out tell me the truth?"
When he didn’t say anything, I got up and left without a word.
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I sat by my window as I thought back to what Tyler said.
FLASHBACK
"What’s the point of telling me a story?” I asked Tyler as we sat on his bed, preparing for story time.
“Just ‘cuz I want to” Tyler replied.
Tyler began, “So this is a story about a girl named Taylor.”
“Taylor! Come on! You have to wear a dress! It's your fifth grade graduation, what else would you wear?" Her dad tried convincing her, but Taylor refused.
"No! I won’t wear a dress. I’m wearing a tux, like the boys,” Taylor said firmly, which was shocking, considering she’s only in fifth grade.
“So you’re trying to tell me Taylor’s a stubborn girl who gets her way? That’s the point of the story?” I asked Tyler, interrupting story time.
Tyler let out a sigh, “No. Just listen to the rest of the story, Summers. This is important.”
"So Taylor had her way, wearing what the guys were wearing at her graduation. Now, she's graduated and is in sixth grade," Tyler told me.
"Taylor was made fun of because of how she acted like one of the guys. Hell, she even dressed as if she was a guy. After watching a TV show with her high-school neighbor, she found a solution to her dilemma.”
“A week before sixth grade started, she made a decision that changed her life,” Tyler said dramatically.
Intrigued, I lightly smacked Tyler’s arm, “What? What happened? How did she-“
“Summers, I’m getting there,” he said, making me roll my eyes.
“With the supervision of her neighbor, she went and had surgery,” Tyler explained, making me confused.
“Wait, surgery? Is she sick?” I asked, not understanding.
Tyler paused, “No. Taylor thought that since she acts like a guy, she should just have a surgery to become a guy.”
PRESENT
I thought the story was strange at first, and I didn’t understand why Tyler found it to be important for me to listen to the story, but after I saw his baby pictures leading up to fifth grade, everything made sense.
Tyler was referring to himself when he told me that story.
A/N: There’s the alternative ending, I know, it was lame ;3 *Dedicated to laughterandjynx btw!*
