Chapter Eight.
Tyler grabs my arm and spins me around to face him.
"Hang with me at lunch will you?" Tyler's offer flatters me.
"Umm. Yes. Of course." I manage to keep a tsunami of red not crawl up my cheeks.
Tyler smiles, his hand collides with mine. Our fingers do not entwine but he is holding my hand..
MY HAND!
We rush over to his friends who are eating at their table.
"Do you want me to get you food?" Tyler offers.
It would be cute, but I don't want to be left with these boys.
"I think I'll come with you." I giggle a bit under my breath.
Tyler and I get our food and talk all the way back.
He gestures me to a seat next to him, I smile and accept the offer.
The rest of the day is fun. I think Tyler changed all of his classes to be with me because he is in every single one with me.
"I should get going home." I say.
I don't want to leave. I really don't.
I offer him a friendly hug. Because obviously he doesn't like me. I'm not gorgeous and nothing he'd ever want.
I'm just some weirdo that maybe kinda is developing a crush.
Tyler raises his eyebrow. He confuses me greatly.
I go in to hug him, he lifts my chin up. My eyes staring into his, he leans closer to me.
I can feel his breath on my face, I can smell his beautiful cologne.
I take a deep breath and do the most riskiest I have ever done in my life.