A FAITH CRISIS

CHAPTER THREE

"I'm not going" Tyrell argued with his sister. There was no point in trying because whatever she wanted, she always got. She would never take 'no' for an answer. "Just come Ty, for me at least" She said batting her long eyelashes at him. Taylor was just the cutest thing ever in Tyrell's eyes. A petite stature and her big honey brown eyes made her all the more prettier in his sight. It was weird to see the woman his sister was turning out to be. She now had curves which were shocking and her raven hair was cut short slightly above her shoulders cupping her face perfectly. He was low key proud to call her his sister but of course he would never tell her that. "Tyrell please" She begged stretching up to meet him. She was on her tippy toes and just made their difference in height s little less than a foot. "I'll go when you're at least 5'5 shorty" He teased while patting her head. "Tyrell!" She cried out and he laughed at her frustrated and desperate state. "Okay what's in it for me" "I'll do your laundry for a week" She bargained.

"Make it three" "Ew I don't want to come in contact with those gym socks for a three weeks. Yikes! Take it easy on me" "And why should I?" Tyrell arched a brow. "Because....you love me" She pouted. "You have to try harder than that little sis" "Please" She begged more seriously now. "Alright I'll go but if I run into Abigail you're dead"

"Yay let's go!" Taylor squealed enthusiastically.

They pulled up at the house and stepped out of the vehicle. Abigail immediately spotted Tyrell and yelled his name from where she stood blowing him sir kisses. Ugh! The girl just doesn't know when to quit He thought gruesomely annoyed by her efforts. It was getting frustrating not to mention embarrassing for the both of them. She had set her eyes on him for a while now and the act was getting very old. She practically and literally threw herself on him claiming she had tripped on that unfortunate day it was his fault for helping her for she clung to hil both physically and after that, socially. She was wearing down on him and it was quite exhausting on his part but then it was just a few more day for him to bear with her attitude as he had just been voted in student body president son the responsibilities of the office will prove effective as perfect excuses to evade her advances.

"Well it looks like you got a whole lot of admirers" Taylor said with a smirk as more girls turned their attention to him. "Alright let's go" Tyrell said angrily. "It's a burden to be a Johnson the good looks are such a curse." Taylor said dramatically roaming her fingers on her facial features. Tyrell chuckled at her little act clearly not looking where he was going, he felt something bump into him while Taylor ran ahead after spotting a friend. He looked down and seeing it was a girl, he instinctively held her from tripping. She rubbed her head and he assumed she had hit it still in confusion from her near fall, she looked up at him and then his breath caught in his chest. A brunette stood before him with popping hazel eyes, and small but full lips that was all he could see considering the fact that she couldn't be clearly seen. He wanted to kiss them. Steadying her, he moved ahead and felt her stare at the back of his head. He moved into the house finally managing to get past Abigail and took a seat at the dining table. Taylor had run off to wherever she was and he was bored as usual. A bunch of girls tried pathetically to flirt with him.

Scanning the room as that was the only thing he could possibly do in his painful position, his eyes caught something way more fascinating than he expected to. It was her. The beautiful brunette he had helped outside.

He felt a small grin playing on his lips and now he was interested though the dim lighting once again didn't allow him see her face clearly and of course he had to remedy that.