Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to upload the new chapter! I have just been so overwhelmed with homework, and then I just got the lead in my school play, so that has been hard on me too. But you guys should be proud of me, I have made up my mind to post a new chapter at least two times a week and then also edit my old chapters, like the typos and then any grammar thats like.. "holy crap. are you serious.. I wrote that?" haha
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The second I walked in the school there was mayhem EVERYWHERE. Even though it was only the eighth boring day of January, someone had already vandalized every single locker in school. They were covered in cuss words and suggestive pictures, and none of the teachers knew exactly WHAT to do with all the mayhem. It only took two seconds for me to process who the culprits were and I noticed that Tyler was looking for them everywhere. As we made our way to my locker, I saw that it didn't have anything on it besides a little sticker that said 'Looser' in big bright font.
Tyler was so mad when he saw this. I'm not really sure why because everybody's locker had something on it, but I knew he was mad. He tried to hide it but his face scrunched up and his face turned a shade darker.
As I felt his body tense up next to mine, it hit me that he was probably about to find his 'friends' that he suspected were responsible. He patted me on the head without a word and started to walk away.
"Tyler. Please.. Don't worry about it! It's no big deal!" I grabbed onto his sleeve, and was panting I was so worried. He had tried to kill once, and I wasn't about to let him try it again.
"Let go." He didn't even try to pull away. He kept his face turned away from me and I knew he didn't want me to change his mind. I let go of his sleeve and took a step back.
"Tyler, wait. I'm not stopping you. But listen for just a second." I couldn't watch him walk away without a goodbye. Something was telling me to stop him.
As he turned around I saw a change in his emotions. He had a look in his eyes that I didn't know, but I knew that I had changed his mind.
"What is it?" He tried to say it really tough, but I could see right through him. I had him wrapped around my finger. I smirked.
"Don't hurt him too bad." And I smiled and turned around to open my locker. I heard him chuckle and turn around, probably to walk to his locker, but when I opened the door to my locker I felt a gush of cold all along my face and body as I let out a small scream. My locker had been rigged with a whipping cream can and it had just exploded all over me. I was just about to cry from shock when I felt warm arms wrap around me that made my body tingle and my heart race. Tyler led me to the nearest door that led to the girls bathroom. He helped me clean it off of my face and my hair.
He didn't even say anything. I don't think he could, he was so upset. He just stood there and comforted me while I tried to hide the fact that i was crying. I was such a baby, but one of my biggest fears was being splashed in the face with anything. One of the teachers who must've saw what happened brought a towel for my face and gave it to Tyler to help me clean off the whipped cream. I couldn't do anything besides stand in Tyler's arms. I was so embarrassed. I made a scene I guess, and within three minutes of opening my locker, lots of girls were coming in the bathroom. Staring. It took everyone in the bathroom a few miuntes to realize that I was crying, but once they did... I knew I could never live it down. I hate attention, and now I was the center of it...
My thoughts were interrupted by whispering in my ear.
"Allie. It's okay. I'm here, and don't worry about what anybody says. You don't have any more whipped cream on your face, and you weren't wearing make-up in the first place so you look beautiful." I sniffled and nodded, and then he dragged me out of the bathroom and out the front door.
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The Way He Loved Me
Teen FictionA story about a young girls fight for truth and love. This is a story for young and old alike with an open heart for the impossible.