That Type of Guy (UNFINISHED)

Chapter one

Tyrone Sommer is the type of guy that any girl would be lucky to have.

Well in my case, I do have him. Just not in the way that every other drooling girl, with their eyes fixated on him would want to have him. He’s got the sweetest personality, the tan skin, the shaggy but sweet hair, the charming smile… I can go on.

“Clara!” shouted Tyrone, with his smile wide and gleaming. I looked up at him, the sun blazing and blinding my vision, then back down at my science work. When I looked back up at him his expression had changed from sensational, to confused. “Why the long face C?”

“I found another nasty note in my locker,” I breathed deeply.

Tyrone grunted and folded his arms over his chest. He’s my best friend and he has been since Year 4, when Geoff King tripped me over and Tyrone was the only one to care. He’s been the one that’s been there at every time I’ve needed it. I get a lot of cold, I-want-to-gauge-your-eyes-out glares from girls around the school, especially because we’re always together. Tyrone and I have never thought of our relationship becoming anything close to romantic. It’s just not that way with him. But the problem is, all the girls think quite the opposite.

 Tyrone let his arms drop to his sides and balled his fists. “Shit Clara, I’m going to find out who these little skanks are trying to bully you,” growled Tyrone. I often see him this angry when this sort of thing happens, but his frustration still surprises me every time. I slid the note underneath my thigh and hid it there. It’s the nastiest note I’ve gotten in a while.

“Let me see it,” Commanded Tyrone. I hesitated. 

“No.” I fumbled up the only word I had to say. The crease in his forehead deepened. He extended his arm towards me and I swiped it away.

The sweet-scented summer breeze picked up pace and blew my work around the grass.  I yelped and got up to get the work. Tyrone started helping me pick up the pages and I was grateful until he said “You know this doesn’t make sense right?” I shoved his shoulder with mine in return and he chuckled.

“You know I’m just stirring you up C, this work’s great.” He flashed a wide smile.

“Well if you think it’s so great, can you help me find these run-aways before I have to re-do everything?”

“I forgot how optimistic you are,” Tyrone said sarcastically. He laughed and I couldn’t help but giggle.

Suddenly, something caught Tyrone’s attention. “Who’s that?” he breathed. I looked over at what he was staring at. A slim, attractive, brown-haired girl was playing volleyball with a bunch of girls I knew. “I think that’s the new girl,” I stated. Her eyes looked over and rested on Tyrone… until a ball hit her in the face. I stifled a giggle.

Tyrone dropped all the papers he’d helped me pick up and dashed over to the new girl. I sighed and collected up the papers he’d released, and then placed them underneath the tree that I was sitting at, making sure there was a weight to hold them down. I then jogged over to where there was a bunch of people crowding around the new girl and found Tyrone. He was the one helping her up.

A pang of jealously struck me. Why am I jealous? I don’t like Tyrone like that. Maybe it was just because he’d carelessly left me to get all the papers and rushed over to someone he doesn’t even know. The girl tried to get up but her eyes were darting all over the place and she looked like she was about to collapse.

“Clara! You know this stuff, what should we do?” Asked John, a guy in my year level.

“Just set her down and get her some water,” I replied. It was only a hit to the head with a ball. If she were any less attractive than she was, people would probably just leave her lying on the ground from the knock but of course, all the guys were drooling over her. The girl looked up at me and then closed her eyes. Not much of a talker is she.

No one listened to me. So Tyrone told someone to run to the office and get someone to help and of per usual, the guys were fighting over whom should go. Their bickering lasted too long for my liking so I just ran to the school office myself.

When I reached the office, the receptionist asked “Yes Clara?”

“The new girl got hit by a ball when playing volleyball and now she’s lying barely conscious on the ground,” I replied, giving a brief explanation. The receptionist had her mouth wide open and hurried from behind the desk.

I led her to where the girl was lying on the ground and the receptionist put her hand on the girl’s forehead. “Are you awake? What’s your name sweetie?” she said. The new girl grunted and rolled onto her side. She nodded her head and sat up to look at the receptionist in the eyes. “Jodie! Oh! Are you alright? Do you feel dizzy or tired?” The receptionist blurted out. “Nod if you’re dizzy.” Jodie nodded and wiped her forehead. The receptionist helped Jodie up on one side and Tyrone helped her on the other. Jodie regained her balance and stood by herself. She hasn’t said a word. She signed a sentence. Then it struck me. She’s deaf.