The First Rule

Chapter 4a: Pray Tell

"—PLAIN!"

Now you're in a different room. Hands on your waist, demanding an explanation to the biggest heartthrob in River High. Tyler runs a hand through his hair, frustrated is an understatement right now.

"You did not. just pulled that s**t with my mom and demanded an explanation! You know how she is!" he protests, a frown forming on his face as he points his index finger to you. He throws his head to the side in distress—before he continues glaring at you.

Ok, yes, Tyler's mom is a liiiiittle bit strict with him about it—with the 'we should respect women' and the 'do not ever—easily hop on from one to another' speech, and.. yes, sometimes he gets a liiiiittle bit too much speeches whenever she gets any confidential information from me (both voluntarily and forcefully). But—hello? He brought this to himself by telling mine to dad?! And oh my gosh—don't remind me about poor Nate—

After winning a war in your head you knit your eyebrows in annoyed confusion, barking, "And you did not just carry me on your back without you explaining s**t!" holding your temper, you throw your hands to the air then points at him, "and how dare you—cutting me off from candidates while here you are—" knowing where the conversation going, he stares at you in a serious expression—maybe the first time he's using his head in these several hours—before you continue in fervent, and give him the final blow, "having a f*****g girlfriend!"

You pant after the intense exchange. He stares at you in a little bit of resignation—maybe also with a little bit of guilt. "Ok when you point that out.. it does sound pretty unfair, I know," he admits, doing an up and down movement with his hands in front of his waist.

'No s**t, Sherlock', you curse in your head. Following his white flag, your glare starts to dim. You lower your hands from your waist to cross it in front of your belly. "So explain you doofus, when and how the hell did you find this new girlfriend of yours," you pout.

He sighs, but then he leads you by the hand.. to his bed.

Both of you sit across from each other on the soft linen, both crossing your hands on your stomachs, staring at each other with a weariness painted on your faces.

"You first." he says with a stern low voice.

"Why not you?" you answer stubbornly.

"All this happened cause you have a date for this weekend in the first place, am I correct, Winters?" he nags, lifting an eyebrow, questioning you.

You give him a narrowed ‘what the f**k’ eyes and complain, "Technically, you're the first one to keep a secret from me on how you have a date—" you smirk and corrected your words, "supposed to have a date—" Tyler rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh, "for today. Out of all the days we have in this life, you already have a date today. Not this weekend—like me. Not this Friday. Today. This Monday."

"That's because I just agreed on the date today, Emily. She asked me this morning. Just when I stepped into class." he explains while hanging his hands in the air, striving to clear up the air. "You. on the other hand." he accuses, leaning his body nearer to you, still crossing his hands, "must've planned it even before we came back from our Spring break. Correct, Winters?"

You stare at his accusations in a frown. Well.. it's more like a conclusion though, cause he's right. Again. He's just right all the time. That's what really happened. Your frown turns into a pout as he shakes his head in disbelief, "Ok at least tell me how?"

Shifting in your seat in discomfort, you hesitantly tell your story,

"As you already know.. he's in my class.. he's been messaging me since like—three weeks ago—"

"Since three weeks ago?! Three weeks and you didn't tell me—wow bravo Em—"

"Well I have my reasons—but wait—you still haven't explained how she's your girlfriend already!"

"Well.. she said I'm hot and everything—and I said you too."

Cavill shrugs with a smug face, but not until you keep glaring at him with a revolt look on your face. Until you jeer at him in disbelief—

"Uh.. excuse me—what?"

Looking offended, he glares back at you in defense, "What?! She likes me and I—" watching his attempt to justify his actions, you roll your eyes as you witness his expression go from super defensive to duper confusion—just to further state his ignorance that's almost inaudible to the ear, "kinda.. like her too—"

"Kinda?! You're a walking red flag, you i***t! I'm so embarrassed I know you!" you yell irritatedly, going berserk as you keep pointing your finger to his chest.

"Red flag?! Which part—"

"Ugh maybe this situation could happen to hot people only—"

"Hey, you're hot too you know, cut the humble bullshit."

Eyebrows raised, he smiles reassuringly. Smiling sweetly with glinting doe eyes, you lean closer to him.. making him watch you with a smile—which quickly turns to a confused suspicion. He moves away from you as you move, slowly closing the gap between you two—inch.. by inch.. until you say,

"So that makes you want me too?"

"Of course not—"

"EXACT.FUCKINGLY!"

Your shout roars around the room like a thunderbolt, making your statement as clear as his surprised round eyes when he jolts in his seat.

Ok but that's kiiiinda hurt though, lol.

He runs his hand through his hair as you mince your eyes and continues, "Now you ask me which part made you a red flag?! Ok. Now allow me, to elaborate!"

You picture a guy and a woman riding a horse through the sunset. As they boosted through the forest, flower petals slowly rained down on them. Violet wildflowers bloomed across the lively plantation. The grand black horse ran regally in slow motion. Pinkish white petals grazing their joyful faces, laughter surrounded the dimly lit forest as fireflies dance among aerial roots of the majestic trees. As they reached a wisteria tunnel, the guy masterfully put the horse into a halt and guided his woman down to an altar very close to one in the Barbie: 12 Dancing Princesses'.

Yeah, feeling the vibe already? This is how a confession should be! In a romantic place.. pouring your heart out to each other.. pinkish violet-y aesthetic.. sparkles raining down the picturesque with Taylor Swift's Enchanted playing in the background.. Eek! So perfect!

He took her hands gently and held them in front of him as he sang..

To anyone, your eyes were blue, but to me—yours are two sapphire gemstones which spoke with animation and muse!

He then dropped on one knee, followed by the woman's eye of shock.

I don't know the anatomy of eyes but you have galaxies in yours—

He went to kiss her hands gently, sending shivers all over her, before whispering..

Will you be my girlfriend, babygirl?

NOT ‘YOU'RE HOT AND I KINDA LIKE YOU!’

Crunch, crunch—