Sydney
“Sydney.”
I froze.
My hand stayed pressed against the gym door as my heart leapt straight into my mouth, my eyes widening before I could stop them.
Because Tyler had just called my name.
‘Run away.’ Something mocked me in my head, and I swear I almost listened.
Just leave and pretend I hadn’t heard him.
Pretend I hadn’t walked into an empty gym looking for him like some obsessed i***t.
But then there was shuffling behind me, and I turned before my brain could catch up.
Tyler was on his feet now.
Six-foot-something of boy glory, standing in the middle of the basketball court.
The purple Lakeview hoodie hung low over black sweats, sleeves shoved up slightly past his wrists, and despite the bruises and the plaster against his forehead, he still looked unfairly beautiful.
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