I cautiously approached Tyler; his back was still to me even though I announced I was coming over to sit with him. I could hear him sniffle, it seemed like he was trying to cover up that he was crying.
I wasn't a fan of my dad or Deek right now. Just a bunch of juvenile bullies.
"Tyler?" I spoke softly. As I got to the bench, I put my hand on his shoulder gently. I felt his entire body tense as though he had never been comforted before.
"What d-do you w-want?" his tone was guarded and cold. He shrugged his shoulders to remove my hand from it. I let it drop.
"Tyler, I wanted to come out and chat with you." I went around him and took a seat to his left.
"Why?" Again, his tone was guarded. I hated that my family got him here, in this state.
"Tyler, "
"Stop saying my name like that!" He
