What I Reckoned

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Elena, Tyler, Caroline, Bonnie and I set up a bunch of mouse traps inside one of the classrooms for senior prank day. The door of the classroom opened and Matt walked in, setting off all of the mousetraps. I jumped onto a desk quickly so I wouldn't get snapped by one. "Oh, come on! Seriously?" Caroline yelled in annoyance at him. I sighed and looked at Matt who stood in front of us, drenched in sweat, probably from working out. "Do you know how long it took for us to set all this up?" She added as she gestured at the entire floor.

"You forgot about senior prank night, huh?" Tyler asked as he leant against the TV cart and Matt breathed heavily across from us.

"Clearly." Matt replied, looking over all of the now, messed up traps.

"How could you forget?" I asked, tilting my head at him curiously. "We've only been waiting for this since like Freshman year." I pointed out sarcastically as I looked at Caroline who rolled her eyes at me. "If I'm doing this, you're doing this." I added in amusement at Matt who chuckled.

"I'm kind of surprised any of you are doing this." Matt countered as he gestured around the classroom.

"Caroline's making us." Bonnie informed quickly and I smirked as Caroline rolled her eyes.

"We're about to be seniors. These are the memories that will stay with us forever. And if we don't—" Caroline started before Elena cut her off.

"And if we don't create these memories now then what's the point of it all?" Elena finished, quoting Caroline with a smirk and I chuckled.

"Go ahead, make fun. I don't care." Caroline replied with a sigh of defeat and I chuckled at her.

"You're all lame and I've got ten more classrooms to prank." Tyler stated as he grabbed his duffel bag full of props before he walked out of the room and I laughed, quickly following. "Grab the Saran Wrap and move to the teachers lounge." Ty ordered as he found a few football players huddling in the hallway. I chuckled as they did as told before he turned to me.

"You're hot when you're assertive." I said teasingly, tilting my head at him and he smirked, kissing me gently.

"You ready?" Tyler asked and I rose an eyebrow as he took my hand and I chuckled.

"For?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows as he led us down a different hall.

"We're going to put honey all over the doorknobs. Then, maybe other things." Tyler replied playfully and I rolled my eyes as I followed.
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I quietly put honey on one of the doorknobs in the hall Tyler and I were alone in as he rested his head on my shoulder, watching me. "Can I ask you something?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't see why not." Tyler replied and I slowly turned around to face him.

"Why didn't you say goodbye?" I asked, quietly and I watched him and how his face frowned a bit, taken aback by the question. "Months ago—You just left." I added, looking down at the honey container in my hand.

"You want to talk about this now?" Tyler asked, furrowing his eyebrows and I shrugged at the fact that I brought it up. I never got an answer. Never got the closure from it.

"Tyler, we jumped back into bed together without even talking out it." I pointed out and he slowly nodded and looked away. "So yes.. why did you leave me?" I asked and he closed his eyes before he ran his hands gently down my arms.

"I knew you hated me. I thought it was better for you to not have someone like me in your life." Tyler admitted and I sighed, tilting my head at him.

"I was hurt. You know, you turned your back on Caroline when she needed you. You turned your back on me." I countered and Tyler sighed, looking away from me before I grabbed his face with my hand gently. "I could never hate you, okay?" I whispered quietly and Tyler stared down at me for a few seconds. "I just want this school year to be great. We all need to be figuring out what we want and I think right now, we all just need each other. Especially with all the unhappy bits of life." I stated and Tyler chuckled, moving a piece of hair from my face gently.

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