The Boy Who Read Minds ✔️

8:\\ Dating Games

Tyler

I studied my phone, frustrated that Amy hadn't texted me. I had definitely thought our kiss had sealed the deal and she would officially agree to date me. Turns out she hadn't replied and I wondered if she went to the party that Jessica was at.

It was getting dark and staring at my phone was doing no good. I decided it wasn't worth the hassal. If she didn't like me then that was that, I can't change her feelings no matter how hard I tried.

I sat up in bed wondering what I had done wrong. It wasn't like she had any objection to kissing me, she even nodded when I asked for consent. I threw my mind into a million possibilities and couldn't figure out why she hadn't texted me an answer. Was she waiting to see me in person? Did she change her mind and decide I wasn't worthy of her attention.

I felt like a harsh critic as I began to think of Aaron Paul and the grasp he must've still had on her. Perhaps Aaron had made a booty call and she was all his again. I groaned, tossing my phone aside for a few minutes then turning the light on in my room to retrieve it.

I was growing weary and I felt like an insomniac as I took the phone and stared at it until a knock came at my door. I shut the light off in my room then automatically felt stupid. Whoever was outside must've seen that. I groaned silently waiting for whoever was knocking at my door at two in the morning to leave.

Knock. Knock.

It came again and I stifled a groan. My parents were fast asleep and snoring as I stood up. In the back of my mind, the thought did occur that it was Amy, but as soon as I unlocked the door, I knew that was too good to be true.

"Sorry to rain on your parade, I'm not Amy- but I do need a ride home." It was the asshole that I wouldn't have ever dreamed of seeing. Technically if he was anywhere, that would make it a nightmare.

Aaron Paul stood in front of my door with his arms crossed. He reeked of alcohol but seemed completely sober. How did he end up here?

"I walked, I got lost, I still need a ride home." It was like he knew what I was thinking before I said it. Creepy.

"Not really." He said.

"What?" I asked, completely shocked.

"I need a ride home or I'm crashing here tonight." He said, pushing past me. Before I could say another word, he was knocked out on my couch. I considered stuffing him into the trunk of my car and driving him home. Or perhaps off a tall cliff. But I didn't know where he lived and there was no cliff within a hundred mile radius.

I glared at him as his breathing grew uniform. There was no way I was getting rid of him at this late hour. Perhaps putting him in Jessica's room may freak him out a bit. I dragged him up the stairs, making sure not to wake him up and left him on the floor beside my sister's bed.

That ought to teach him.

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"Tyler!" An angry scream shook the entire house and I knew that Jessica was awake. Clearly she had walked in on him last night but may have been too tired- or too drunk- to notice. But now, in her more than sober state, her anger was an earthquake. And I wanted to be nowhere near it. Within minutes of her scream, the door bell rang.

For a minute, I wondered why my parents hadn't woken up yet. They couldn't possibly sleep through the tornado that was about to strike our home. I remained in my bed, pretending to be sound asleep as Jessica made her way to my room and pushed the door open with such force that a gust of wind made my blanket fly up a little.