Chapter 11

I took another bite of my salad, shifting uncomfortably.

"So..." I started.

Tyler didn't acknowledge me, and Riley gave me an apologetic smile.

This was possibly the worst date ever.

I was so regretting telling Tyler about my date.

Yesterday, after Riley and all his friends had left, Tyler, Chris, and Jordan had come back in, and believe it or not, Tyler and Chris were laughing like childhood best friends.

Looks like my plan had worked.

I had texted Riley last night, and we had agreed to meet up at a pizza place for a dinner date.

After school, I had come home and gotten ready, and then Tyler had asked where I was going. When I told him, he had said he was coming too.

I had tried so hard for him to not come, I had gone as far as giving him all my red velvets, but he still came.

Now, after explaining that Tyler and I were forced into an arranged marriage to Riley, we sat here in an awkward silence, waiting for the pizza.

I glared over at Tyler who was sitting next to me in the booth, but he didn't seem to notice.

I threw down my fork suddenly, causing them both to snap their heads up to me, along with some other people nearby.

"Tyler, may I have a word with you?" I said, forcing politeness into my words.

He smirked and got up.

"One second." I smiled sweetly at the confused looking Riley.

I turned and went to the door of the restaurant.

"I think it's time for you to leave. Now." I said to Tyler.

"Ok, let's go." He said and turned to leave.

"No. I mean its time for you to go home, and let me enjoy my date with Riley.

He just chuckled.

"Riley's a pathetic loser. You can do so much better honestly."

I let out a frustrated scream and ignored all the looks I was getting.

"What is it with you? Are you like mentally challenged or something? I don't need your opinions, or advice. I don't want anything to do with you. I'm just putting up with all this crap out of sympathy, but when it's all over I never wanna see you again or have anything to do with you!" I cried at him.

I saw his eyes turn cold.

"Yeah? Well I don't need your charity, so you can go to hell." Tyler said darkly.

He turned and stormed out of the restaurant.

I let out a frustrated sigh.

He needed time to cool down.

I turned back around and went over to Riley, seeing our food had arrived.

***

The date with Riley had gone well, after Tyler had left.

We both had a great time, and agreed on seeing each other again soon.

I walked up the front steps to our door and rang the bell.

Chris opened the door, a bag of chips in his arm.

"Hey brotha." I said as I stepped inside.

"Hello sista." He said back and followed me into the living room.

"Where's Tyler?" Chris asks.

I drop my purse onto the floor and throw my coat on the couch.

"He's not here?" I asked confused.

"No, I thought he was gone for pizza with you and that other kid."

"Well, I kinda told him to leave, since he was acting like... You." I said back.

"Really? I'll have to thank him later." Chris smirked.

I glared at him.

"So he didn't come back here?" I asked.

"No... How long ago did he leave the pizza place?"

I looked down at my watch and gasped.

It had been four hours since he had left the place.

"Four hours..." I trailed of.

Chris cursed under his breath.

"Does he have his cell phone on him?" He asked.

"I think so." I said pulling out my phone and already dialing his number.

It went straight to answering.

I cursed.

"What do we do? Where could he be?" I panicked.

I had huge knots in my stomach.

This was all my fault. I had been such a b*tch to him and now he must hate me.

I had made him leave.

Even though what I had said before wasn't even true.

"Come on. Lets just search the roads. He didn't have a ride, he might be out walking somewhere." Chris said as he grabbed the car keys.

"Where's Jordan?" I asked.

"Upstairs sleeping." Chris said.

I quickly ran upstairs, wrapped him in his blanket and carried him to the backseat of our car.

He didn't even stir.

We left and searched a few shops and the main parts of town.

After what seemed like an hour, we decided to go back home.

We were stopped at a red light when two police cars, an ambulance, and a fire truck came whizzing by.

I felt my heart stop. What if it was Tyler...

As if Chris could read my mind, he quickly pulled into the other lane and followed them.

It wasn't hard, since the roads were all empty.

The cars stopped in the middle of the road and I saw paramedics rush over to a ditch on the side.

Chris parked the car on the side of the road and we both got out, Chris picking up Jordan in his arms.

I rushed over there but a police officer grabbed my arm.

"I'm sorry miss, but you'll have to wait here." He said.

"Who-who is it?" I stammered nervously.

"A teenage boy, about your age. He got attacked by someone and the poor kid passed out into a ditch after all the beating and bruising." The police officer said.

My heart fell into my stomach.

No... This can't be happening.

Tyler had been attacked. By who though?

His dad? Some old enemy looking for revenge? A stranger?

But the biggest question that was swirling in my head was: Was he going to be okay?

I felt tears in my eyes and I waited impatiently for the paramedics to lift him out of the ditch.

I saw a stretcher being pulled out of the ditch finally, with a limp body on it.

I gasped.

When I saw the police officer's attention was elsewhere, I ran out of his grasp towards the stretcher.

I felt my name being called out but I didn't stop.

I was almost there, when I felt a pair of arms grab me by the waist.

"No! Let me go! I need to see him!" I cried as I struggled helplessly.

"Hilary, it's alright."

I suddenly froze as I heard that voice.

I turned around and gasped.

"Tyler? Y-you're okay? B-but you g-got attacked?" I stammered confused.

Was I seeing a ghost?

"No, I was walking down this road when I heard a car following me. I hid in that ditch and waited. I saw another guy, about my age, walking on the other side of the road and he got attacked by those people in the car." Tyler said, looking confused.

"Who attacked him?" I asked.

"I-I don't know. But I'm pretty sure that I was the attacker's target." Tyler replied.

I gasped.

"Thank god it wasn't you." I said quietly.

"I'm so glad your okay! I thought you had run off, when I got home, I'm so sorry! I was so scared when I saw those police cars! I'm so sorry Tyler!" I cried helplessly.

"Um, well it's not you're fault so don't worry bout it." Tyler said awkwardly.

"No, you don't understand. It is my fault! If I hadn't said those things to you, then you-" I started.

"Hilary." He said warningly.

"Then you wouldn't have taken off and-" I continued.

"Hilary!" He said, shaking my shoulders, causing me to become dizzy.

"It's not your fault! Stop blaming yourself." Tyler said slowly.

That just made me cry harder.

He let out a frustrated sound, and pulled me into a hug.

That was very much needed.

"You're such a baby, you know that?" Tyler said.

I stopped crying and looked up at him.

Suddenly I burst out laughing, so now I sounded like a retarded horse.

He gave me a confused and concerned look, along with some of the police officers near by.

"Honestly, this isn't really the appropriate time to be laughing, I mean a guy just about died from an attack, and your laughing like everything's fine." Tyler sighed.

"N-no! I'm l-laughing at your at-t-temts to c-comfort me!" I gasped out.

As I looked around at the situation and realized everyone was staring at me, I quickly shut up, biting my tongue, to keep from laughing.

"Ouch!" I cried. I tasted blood in my mouth.

Tyler ran a hand over his face.

"Come on, time to go home." Tyler said, dragging me back to my car, where Chris and Jordan had fallen asleep in the backseat.

The officers nodded to Tyler, and gave me weird looks, as we stepped into the car.

We drove back home in silence, except for me occasionally moaning about my tongue and Tyler telling me to shut up.

We pulled into my driveway and got out. I woke up Chris and he stumbled out, carrying a sleeping Jordan.

Chris and Jordan went straight to bed.

I went and rinsed out my bloody mouth, and changed into my pjs.

I walked up the stairs and stopped by Tyler's room.

I knocked, before opening the door.

Tyler was lying on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Hey." He said without looking at me.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" I asked as I sat at the edge of his bed.

"Okay, I guess. I'm still trying to figure out who the attacker was." He replied.

"Maybe your dad?" I suggested.

"No, he's staying on the other side of town with a friend, and plus, he doesn't have a fancy car like the one that was following me." Tyler said.

"Oh. Can I ask you something?" I said.

"No."

I rolled my eyes but asked anyways.

"After I yelled at you, were you planning on running away?" I asked.

He was silent for a moment.

"Would you want me to leave?" Tyler asked.

"I don't know... Umm. No." I said.

I knew pretty well that I wouldn't want him to leave, but I was too scared to admit it to anyone.

"In that case, no. I wouldn't have." Tyler said, getting up now.

I nodded.

I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off.

"Goodnight Hilary." He said, opening the door.

I walked over to the door.

"Night Tyler." I said and walked out the door.

As I walked back to my room, I couldn't help the butterflies to explode in my stomach when I thought of his answer.

He wasn't planning on leaving me, and the scary part was, neither was I.

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Hello! Sorry for updating so late, I got my iPad taken away from me(that's the only way I can work on my story since I don't have a laptop) and also, now I have limited timings to use it now. Bleh.

Sorry if this chappie wasn't as long :(

But I will still keep writing as much as I can !

So what did u guys think?

Who's the attacker??? :0

Also, I haven't found any good actors for the cast... >:(

I rlly wanna make a cast, so if you have any suggestions, please tell me :)

COTEAN

~Mwah