Sydney
Well, good news, Tyler and Dean hadn’t been expelled.
Bad news, they were being paraded into the gym like criminals on a Monday morning.
Well, at least that was what it was supposed to look like.
“Oh my god, is that a plaster on his forehead? Hot.”
“I watched those fight videos more times than I blink. Tyler is so f*****g strong.”
“Gosh, looks like he rested up well. I wonder what else those arms can do.”
“Violent and attractive is actually insane.”
As crazy as the whispers floating around me sounded, they weren’t exactly wrong.
Tyler looked…fine.
Way better than I’d imagined.
From what I could see, a small plaster sat beneath the dark hair falling over his forehead, and there was a fading bruise near his jawline that somehow made him look even worse in the most annoying
