Tyler:- Clothes

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The ceiling is blurry, but the fan is vaguely visible. The strong smell of painkiller sprays and creams filled the air around Tyler as he laid down on a single sized bed of the nurse's clinic. "Madam Merlin", he read the name out loud from the picture next to his bed.

"Yes child, do you need anything?", the nurse replied.

"Ouch...", Tyler groaned as he reached out for his spectacles.

"I'll get those for you.", she replied. "I suggest you buy a new pair of glasses, unless you want to become a pirate at Greendale darling, but all of that can wait, first tell me this; What on earth were you doing in the front row of the game?!", she asked and then poured him a glass of hot water.

"I wanted to be part of the game, that's it!", Tyler replied.

"By getting a black eye? You've got to be the first person to do that without reason. So, tell me this, what really was your reason to grab a seat in the front row?", the nurse walked up to Tyler with the glass of water and handed it over.

"I just told you...", a naive Tyler replied after sipping some hot water.

"Is that it and not Abigail Stone?", she smirked.

"Wha-", Tyler looked up.

"Never mind, it's just a gag that I like to participate, because Abigail gets whichever guy, she lays her eyes on. After all she is the daughter of the Principal!", the nurse chuckled and then handed over a piece of cotton and some cream to apply on the swollen patch.

"You should be alright in about a few days, until then keep applying this twice a day on the patch.", she continued.

What a Day.

"Did you know Abigail scored twice-", a crowd of girls murmured as Tyler walked up the stairs to his room.

"I heard she did it again! Hit someone on the fa-", one of the girls stopped when she noticed Tyler with a black eye walking towards them.

Tyler simply ignored them, thinking it's best to avoid any taunts from both boys and girls.

"Hey, how are you?", a voice stopped Tyler in his tracks. It was from one of the girls. "That must hurt, doesn't it? Why don't you come sit with us?"

Tyler was surprised, he didn't except this at all. "Umm...I'm fine, I just need to get to my room. Thanks."

"No, no, I insist. Let me come with you.", she said and locked their arms together. "Room?" she asked with a polite smile on her face.

"Uh...204.", Tyler looked back at her.

"Alright girls, I'll catch up with you later! Buh-Bye!", Tyler could feel the sarcasm in her voice.

She had short black hair up to her neck, an odd choice of ear rings, a piercing on her ear and green eyes, but a really nice fashion choice with her white palazzo and a floral top which complimented her choice of a light red lipstick. What did she want from him?

The two walked up the stairs and into the lobby of the second floor, they kept walking 201,202,203 and finally 204.

"That's my stop.", Tyler turned around and stood in front of his door.

"Perfect! Take care!", she exclaimed. Then there was an awkward silence between the two because she was still standing right in front of him.

"Uh...okay!", Tyler said and unlocked his room door.

"Okay, Okay. Let me explain myself! I'm sorry about all of this, it's just the girls were getting way too talkative and are gossiping about literally everything that breathes. I needed to escape from there, which is why I tagged along with you with the excuse of dropping you off, again I'm really sorry.", she replied.

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