Banana Bus Squad 'X' Reader

I AM WILDCAT-- Memories in the Water

Tyler.

He means many things to me, just hearing his name triggers multiple memories from my childhood. Hell, everything makes me think of him. I could be minding my own business when I overhear someone's conversation, they could be talking about what color they plan to paint their walls in their house and just that would trigger a flashback. I can't stop thinking about him. I miss him.

Tyler.

We used to be the best of friends when we were kids, introduced as babies. We used to play each and every day. On the days we were busy and couldn't play we would make sure to call each other from our home phones just so we could hear each other's voice. The keywords here are 'used to'.

Tyler.

I still see him. I see him every day in the halls of this giant high school. I watch him laugh and have a great time with his guy friends. I watch the said "popular" girls fawn over him and wish I could join in but know he'd come up with some rude, snarky comment just for me. Perfectly crafted to hit me where it hurt, stab a hole into my heart each and every time. He doesn't know. He doesn't remember me. Remember us.

Tyler.

I was putting my books away into my locker when the second bell, signaling the beginning of class, rung. I rushed to grab the correct textbooks and slammed my locker shut, locking it quickly. I rushed off towards my class with my head down. I was ashamed of myself, I was daydreaming about him. I thought of him remembering me, giving me a bone-crushing hug like he used to, and laughing his perfect laugh, and... apologizing for his previous treatment of me. That's when I bumped into someone, I fell to the ground and looked up to see him.

Tyler.

His face showed he was beyond pissed, his shirt was covered in a large, fresh, brown stain and a crumpled coffee cup sat on the ground. His shirt was white, crisp and clean. Well, not clean anymore. I stumbled to get up, picking my books up at a brisk pace. As soon as I had gotten all my books off the floor he slammed his fist down on them and sent them tumbling to the tiles again, triggering a flash of a memory. I looked up, scared out of my mind. He took no notice of my fear and pushed me into the nearest lockers, clenching one of his fists and his jaw was tense.

Tyler.

I remember the rumors about him. How he was so strong that he could kill a man and how he supposedly did once. People always cowered in fear away from him when he walked by. They all said he was mean and cruel to everyone except the ones closest to him. I never believed what they said. I saw his true personality, how sweet and caring he truly is. He only acts this way because that's how people tell him to act, what people expect from him.

Tyler.

His voice came out in a low growl, it sent shivers down my spine. His face was inches from mine as he spoke, causing me to blush and look down. "Who the fuck do you think you are that you can just run around the school?" I wasn't prepared for him to swear, I'd never heard him say such a thing and it left me flabbergasted. I looked up into his bright, enraged, blue eyes and felt tears prick the back of my eyes.

Tyler.

I remember the last time he looked at me like that. We were thirteen and were in the woods behind his house, on a bridge that was falling apart and rotted. Now that I think about it, I can't believe we were brave enough to even venture near that old thing. The river underneath us was slightly flooded from the new rain that summer and it was running swiftly along the banks below us. He was having troubles at home, his father was having an affair. I knew about it but I never told him for fear of how it would make him feel. He had called me over because he had just found out himself. He was venting about it and I pretended like this was new information but he caught on. He had asked me if I knew and I nodded, ashamed. He grew mad, his eyes looked just like they do now. He slammed his fist down onto the bridge out of anger and just that subtle blow tore the bridge apart, sending us into the river below.