Tyler
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
“He can’t be nice to girls like…”
Thud.
“Girls like me can’t be happy, right?”
Thud.
“I also don’t like the way I am…but there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Thud.
“Why do you hate me so much?”
THUD.
Smash!
And there went my reading lamp and my Xbox.
Still, I didn’t get off my ass to check the damage because whatever I’d just broken probably didn’t come close to what I felt sitting in my chest.
I should have let it go. I knew I should have let it go.
But somehow I’d chosen to shove down every common sense I still had and walked up to her in the hallway.
And that…that had happened.
“f**k, Tyler,” I sighed, running my hand through my hair.
Because this was different. This wasn’t Sydney Walker yelling at me in her kitchen or challenging me in cla
