The First Rule

Chapter 1a: My Bestfriend

"So this—" you try so hard to suppress your laughter, pointing his sunglasses with your index finger, "is what made you go back to your bike?" Finally letting out your laughter, you giggle, "Where do you think you're going?! The beach?!"

He snorts and playfully drags you through the field, "Relaaax~ just a prop to mess with you—just a ritual. But sheesh—see that sunlight? That's why you need to watch those weather forecasts, bro. Anyways, everything I do always has to consist. of logical reasoning. You know I'm not that.." he pauses, racking his brains to justify whatever stunt he just pulled, but you race him through it as you laugh,

"Weird? Freaky? Bizzaro?"

You both finally enter the school hall, adorned with classic minimalist décor from corner to corner. He frowns in disapproval the same time he removes his RayBan from his face and scoffs, "Ha. Funny. Don't even try to fuse the bomb, Winters. You see—"

Releasing you, he adjust his unbuttoned shirt proudly, and sneers with the most smug face he's ever made, "You wouldn't dare—cross The King of River High, peasant," he boasts. Now that you're face to face, you visibly roll your eyes and cross your hands, challenging his boasting. "Everyone agrees.” he adds with an eyebrow raised.

Rolling your eyes in discreet amusement, you skid to a pink decorated locker. However, the moment you see the dangling red lock on the handle.. you pause. Seeing your hesitation, Tyler knitted his eyebrows in disbelief, jeering, "Are you seriously forgetting the combination—" but before he can even continue his protest, the lock opens with a satisfying click.

"Awwwh how cute~ you're mad I forgot about our anniversary?" you retort sarcastically before pulling out several things to your bag as he rolls his eyes in irritation. Finishing, you slam your locker shut, revealing Tyler with his arms folded upon his chest with an annoyed expression.

"Oooh King of River High. I can see that. Rode to school with your brand new Ducati~" you tease, making the most exaggerated worshiping hand movements, playfully flattering him until it looks like hearts pouring out of your eyes, "I mean—look at the looong awaited hair! Wow!" You see, glorifying him has been a sugar to your coffee, a Tom to your Jerry—okay that doesn't make sense. "Our heartthrob scheming to steal some hearts, huh?!" you mock.

Hearing a hint of sarcasm in your claim, he laughs heartily, saying, "Ha—Don't worry. Even when I'm at the top, I never forget about you, Winters," in a swift move, he sandwiches your cheeks with his palms, and squeezes with all he might. His friendship bracelet dangling, grazing your cheeks. Lowering his face to yours, he shouts in glee, "You know you'll always be my favorite peasant~"

Pouting, you mumble between his palms, "Awww, wanna know a secret?" He raises his left eyebrow in amusement, already expecting another one of your comebacks before you finally yell, "You'll always be not my favorite boy!"

Switching on his Oscar-worthy acting skills, he jumps away from you in exaggeration as you rub your cheeks with narrowed eyes. Acting fuming, he shouts, "Ooh, that sounds personal. That's harsh, even for you Em—!"

"INCOMING!"

However, before either of you could react, a blonde haired boy flung his arms around you and Tyler. The voice reminds you of sunshine, yellow, crackers.. Liam.

"Liam Wyatt! Can you tone down your arrivals a little bit?" you giggle in recognition. The boys are already busy with their so-called ‘handshake’ as you shake your head in amusement, "Sheesh—why you always gotta be so extra?!"

They finally turn to you, Liam grabbing Tyler's shoulder as he remarks, "Emily~ you know you're not the only best friend, rrighttt?" emphasizing the word mockingly as you roll your eyes.

Tyler makes a tired face for this old joke, but you can catch a glimpse of smirk as he sneers, "Language, child.”

"Sorry, dad,” Liam chuckles while shaking Tyler's shoulders, "just want to show my bro some excitement after the mini school break.” Bringing Tyler along, he closes his distance with you. Leaning his face towards you, he whispers, "You know how it is—“ but before he can continue, a big palm lands on his forehead, pulling him away from you.

"Hey! Five feet apart!" Tyler shouts in haste as Liam flinches, rubbing his forehead in a frown. You laugh in satisfaction at the scene, sending Liam into a rampage, "GOD! Why are you so boring, bro?! It was even just a—“

"EMILY!"

This time, just by hearing that voice, you already know whose arms circled around you. Light as a feather, but that shrill every time she screams? Whooft—

"EEEK! Can't wait to steal some food from your lunch again!" she yells, both hands propped on your left shoulder. Eve hops up and down in evil excitement as you glare at her in annoyance.

"No way in hell!" you roll your eyes as you chuckle, then switch your attention to Tyler, "Ok remind me why the hyper duo is here again?!" Tyler shrugs his right shoulder and scoffs, still getting rants from on-edge Liam.

Eve curtsies in front of you, clarifying, "To escort you~ to class, Mi Lady.” but like a switch, in a swift move, she throws dagger eyes to Tyler and sneers, "and to separate you from him."

Noticing something he can relate to, Liam beams and pushes Tyler as he walks past him and agrees, "Oh wow, Eve! That's actually a brilliant idea! Know what he just did—"

Tyler gives him a side glance as he continues his vent to her. You chuckle at those two, already used to them feeding each other what they usually call ‘Vitamin C’. Well.. if they can relate to each other? Good for them.

Tyler ends his side glance by turning to you. And at the sight of you.. his eyes soften. Looking down to slightly shake his head, he chuckles.. then, raising his gaze at you between strands of his hair, he gives you the sweetest crooked grin you'll never.. ever get bored of.

You can't help but let out a giggle at the view. Like magnets, your feet automatically go near, leaving just enough amount of distance between the two of you.

Just how it's supposed to be.

He nudges your cheek playfully like he’s in a boxing match, and you comply—throwing your head back as if punched with great force. The two of you chuckle before he finally whispers,

"See you at recess?"

Grinning ear to ear, you reply,

"See you at recess.”

You attempt to grab Eve from Liam's kiss, but the two glued at each other like two fingers after you experimented on your dad's superglue when you were 5. "Alright, that's enough! The bell's ringing in like—3 more minutes!" you yell, and with help from Tyler, you succeed in separating the two, marking your first accomplishment of the year, but not with good reactions from both parties.

"Sheesh you two! Try be in love—!" Wyatt rants but stops in the middle of his sentence as a realization hits him.. before he raises an eyebrow to spill, "Or.. are you both in love?"

"Oh shut up, Liam."

Both of you shout at the same time as you struggle to drag each of them away from each other. "Well—try walking in our shoes then—!" Liam rants, again, but with Eve already in your hands, you have the upperhand—and drag her away.

"Bye weirdos!"

So, Eve and Liam?

Yes, they were kissing, and yes,

They're married.

Soon, though, lol. Liam hasn't popped the question yet. God, why do I still have to hear her rant like this when all I ever do, is for the sake of our lives? She knows how Mr. Bert is!

Still dragging Eve to the other direction as the boys, you turn around one last time.. to see Tyler, along with Liam, already surrounded by a pack of students as they head to Classroom V. Not just students though. Janitors, teachers, birds, even those mice that've been hiding behind these walls. You almost thought maybe he's Snow White all along.

Yeah, so.. it's always been like that. He's always been like that. The popular kid. The social butterfly. Everybody—I repeat, everybody loves him.

The King of River High? Yeah, he's not lying.

While me? It’s not that I'm a sociopath. I just really enjoy everything alone, pretty much everyday. Okay maybe I am, but—I have my reasons, I mean—I'm an INFJ ya'll! My kind is only 1.5% in this whole wide earth! I repeat. One. Point. Five. Percent.

And yes, I'm still proud about that.

But nah, kidding. Sometimes I’m an INFJ, sometimes I’m an ENFJ—I’m an ambi, but—see? Still, a complete opposite of him. He’s the real definition of an E.

I still go to parties though. In spite of the fact that.. yes, you guessed right. Still need so many dragging sessions from Tyty.

I know I've only shown his ‘normal’ side of him for the last 5 minutes. Do not. be fooled, everyone. There's nothing. nothing, more accurate than to describe him as an annoying, asshead. Ok let me elaborate, who the real Tyler Cavill is.

He pranks me all the time.

Oh, he could play sax, yes, so dreamy oh my God~

But in my case..