The Good Girl's Bad Boy

Chapter 29

Tyler's POV:

Seeing her at the party was just luck. Or fate, or some dumb shit like that. I don't believe in fate but seeing her at the bonfire I swear I just might start.

Then I see her with that guy.

Of course.

World likes to just take a piss on me for the fun of it.

He makes her smile. Makes me mad. I want to make her smile. But at least she is smiling. She looks beautiful smiling and its not often that she does.

Suddenly some chick is at my side kissing me and shit. Some dumb fucker cheers like we are in middle school, and I push her off of me. Dammit, it was Monica. She is talking and I honestly try to listen, but my eyes are just scanning trying to find Spencer.

Fuck what is she a track star?

I see her walking away into the dark.

What the fuck?

I look for that guy and I see him with some sport team not even paying attention. Dumb fuck.

I watch to see where she is going, and she is just sitting on some random thing drinking water.

Monica finally got bored thank god and left so I head over to where Spencer is. Out of all the decisions I have ever made walking over to her was probably the best one. For the remainder of the time, we sat on this tiny cooler in between talking and sipping water in silence. She doesn't talk a lot and is in her head a lot. I can see her mind always moving and I want to ask her what she is thinking but its none of my business, and she probably won't tell me anyways.

Eventually she tells me she needs to go and my heart sinks, but I don't show it. Then she tells me she needs to find her friend and I want to punch something. But I don't because that would be extra as fuck.

So instead, I say okay, and we go to find her friend.

Walking up to that dude I see he is drunk as fuck, and I begin to worry since this is apparently her ride. I briefly think about dragging her to my car, locking the doors and driving her home myself but that didn't work so well the first time. And I didn't bring my car, fuck me.

Next thing I know this girl tryna say she'll just 'walk home'. Uh I think the fuck not.

The dude convinces her to go with me (like I would have given her much of a choice anyways.)

Her seeing my motorcycle for the first time was hilarious. She is less concerned about what to say and is saying what is on her mind at the moment. I like that, she is pretty funny.

I can tell she is warry of the bike but I give her the spare helmet (I never wear it anyways).

Having her pressed up against me made me feel like she belongs here. But that's a stupid thought. I purposefully go slower because god forbid, she gets hurt, and maybe because I don't want her to leave. Not right now anyways. I make the decision to take her back to my apartment. I don't know if she realizes where we are headed or doesn't mention it but all too soon, we are pulled up in the parking garage.

"Um, what is this?" she asks.

My first thought is to lash out at her because what the fuck else would it be? My garage duh.

"What, you got dementia or something? My place."

"Kyle said to take me home. This isn't home."

I pause at this statement. Home? That place? Filled with sadness, loss, and her abusive mother. How could she ever consider that place home?

Without fully thinking I go off, saying that is not a home. I see her face and she looks a bit sad. Dammit Tyler. Why can't I ever shut the fuck up?