Tyson Alexander Archer.
Archer. The worlds most feared word.
Tyson is a friendless asshole who breaks the rules and doesn't care about others feelings. He's also very dominant and demanding, yet sarcastic. Tyson is a ruthless, dangerous killer that...
A hear footsteps and Scar opens the door, smiling. "Hey"
"Hi!" I smile back.
"He's in his room" he lets me and I nod, walking past him.
I walk into Tysons room and see him lying here, on the verge of a breakdown.
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"Ty" I snap him out of his thoughts and he turns to me.
His eyes widen and he jolts up, running to pick me up. "ATHENA!" he cries.
I cry into his shoulder. "Hi baby"
"You're okay!" his tears soak my shirt.
"No, YOURE okay!! I heard everything! I'm SO sorry baby!! You didn't deserve that!" I pull back to see his face red from crying.
"You died... and I couldn't help you..." he avoids eye contact with me.
I shake my head and wipe my tears. "No baby! It was all a mid trick! I'm okay! Everyone's okay! We're okay!" I wrap my arms around him again.
He doesn't help me down.
And that's okay.
I love being in his arms. "It was so fucked up, A. So fucked up" he cries.
I put one hand behind his head. "I know. I'm so sorry. I love you so much, love. You didn't deserve to go through that. But you're so brave and amazing for getting through it alone!"
"A... I love you with everything I have. You were suppose to be dead. And God... that broke my heart. Once I found out it was all a hoax, I was so fucking happy. To see my dad... my friends... and to hear you and my mom are okay" he lets me down, but I wrap my arms around his neck and he puts his hands on my waist. "I love you, a"
"I love you too. Nothing like that will ever happen again" I kiss his cheek.
He looks down at me and passionately kisses me.
I kiss back and he deepens it.
I bite his lip and he picks me up, placing me on the bed without breaking the kiss.
Then he breaks it and I look at him. "I'm sorry..." he backs up. "I-I'm sorry"
"What?" I ask. "What's wrong?" I repeat, then he looks down. God he's so cute when he's guilty. "Hey... it's okay" I cuff his cheeks.
