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8 / Jealousy

Chapter 8: Jealousy

For the rest of the evening, Tyler and I spent it catching up with each other.

We spoke about everything that went on in the last six years, but happened to not mention the first year after the crash.

I could tell he wasn't ready to relive those moments, so I chose to stay silent instead of asking the dozens of questions that came to mind.

My dad came home late that night, so I offered that instead of him having to sneak out of the house, he could stay over, and he happily accepted.

When Tuesday morning rolled by, we were woken up by my seven o'clock alarm, and I grudgingly woke up, only to look over to see Tyler sprawled out on the floor.

I bit back a smile as I lifted my head off of the pillow behind me, just before grabbing it in my hold and violently throwing it in his direction.

It landed directly on his head, and Tyler's eyes flew open, staring at me with an expression filled with shock.

"Hi," I smiled, and he playfully glared at me as he began to stand up.

Tyler threw himself onto me, landing straight on my stomach which caused me to gasp out in pain.

"You ass!" I shouted as I rolled him off of me while he silently laughed.

A yawn left me before I sat up, followed with Tyler copying my actions. "So," I began as I looked at the time quickly on my phone. "You should probably go now before my dad wakes up," I smiled softly as I tilted my head to the side.

He nodded and got off of the bed as he began to look for his sweat shirt. "Where's my..."

"I may have thrown it in my bathtub after you tried to throw that wet tissue on me last night," I laughed as I watched him begin to glare at me.

"You started it," I reminded him, and he rolled his eyes.

Before he was about to enter the bathroom, I cringed when I remembered what I did before I placed his sweater inside.

"Are you fucking kidding me Amanda?" Tyler hissed quietly when he noticed that his sweater was mildly wet from the water.

"Sorry," I said before biting my bottom lip.

Tyler left the bathroom with the sweater in his hold, but he held it far from his chest before he threw it on me.

"I fucking hate you," I gasped out, and he quietly laughed to avoid waking my dad.

"How is it still so wet?" I asked, and he smirked mischievously.

"I turned on the tap and ran it through the water," Tyler confessed as I stood up from my bed to throw his sweater back into my tub.

When I got back inside my bedroom, Tyler was no where to be found when suddenly, large arms wrapped themselves next to me, pressing me against their chest.

"Tyler," I laughed quietly as he began to tickle my sides.

He didn't stop, so I shimmed out of his hold until there was a few feet between us. "You need to go," I reminded him, and he sighed before grabbing his belongings and leaving through the window.

"Climb safe," I whispered, and he narrowed his eyes on me as he continued to climb down the pipeline.

When Tyler reached the bottom, I waved at him one last time before turning back to my room and doing my bed.

Once that was finished, I headed to the bathroom and brushed my teeth before entering my room once again to change into something comfortable.

After deciding to wear black leggings with a black tee-shirt, followed by wearing a long, grey knit cardigan, I went downstairs.