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Haveyou ever wanted something so bad that it consumes you? It takes over your mind. It drives you crazy. And when you get a small taste of it, it only makes you want it more.
That's the way I feel about Tyeler. I'm like a dog with a bone. The second I get even an ounce of her attention, and I'm basically drooling at her feet.
It's pathetic.
I'mpathetic.
Tonight at the asylum, I got a glimpse of the girl she used to be. The carefree one who just wanted to have a good time and didn't give a shit about anything. For those few hours, she didn't look plagued by demons or destroyed by loss. I'd give up everything I own just to keep that smile on her face. And to keep her off the goddamn roof.
"You're playing like shit," Jace tells me, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Maybe I'm just going easy on you."
He snorts. "Have you met you? You don't go easy on anyone."
He's right. I don't. "Are you complaining?"
"Fuck yeah. It's not as much fun when you're not being your competitive ass self."
I toss the controller next to me on the couch and let my head fall back. "Ugh."
Jace chuckles and pauses the game. "I don't know what you're all worked up about. It looked like you two were getting along tonight."
"That's exactly what I'm all worked up about. Every time I feel like I'm making progress with her, she hits twice as hard," I tell him. "I guess I'm just waiting for the backlash from tonight."
"Maybe you should try talking to her."
A bark of laughter emits from my mouth. "Because that's worked every other time."
He snickers. "I don't mean bring up sensitive topics. I'm just saying the two of you used to be close, and at one point, it was like you could tell each other anything. Maybe try talking to her the way you used to, before everything went down."
There are a lot of times I think my best friend is out of his mind—this being one of them. But at the same time, what do I have to lose? And besides, if I know Tye like I think I do, she's beating herself up just for how we got along tonight. Maybe I can stop her from overthinking things for a bit.
"All right, fuck it," I say, getting up and grabbing my keys. "If I'm not back in a few hours though, make sure Kellan doesn't get my jersey collection."
"You don't have to tell me twice. That shit is all mine."
As I jog down the stairs, the anticipation of seeing Tye again even though I just spent the last few hours with her is insane. It's like my body craves being around her. Knowing she's so close but not with me, I can't fucking stand it.
I'm looking at my phone as I step outside when the sound of tires screeching catches my attention. Everyone outside stops to look as a car flies through the parking lot and straight into my Lamborghini. My jaw drops and my stomach churns, seeing the beautiful car I got last summer, crumpled like a fucking tin can.
"What the fuck!" I scream, running toward the accident, but my fears are multiplied when I see Tye stumble from the driver's seat of the other car.
She's holding her head and wincing in pain. When she pulls her hand away, there's no mistaking the sight of blood. It's oozing from a gash on her forehead. Yet when she turns around and looks at the damage she just caused, she laughs like the little psychopath she is.
I race over to her and spin her around, my hands on her arms to keep her from running. "Have you lost your ever-loving mind?"
A small laugh bubbles out of her. "Aw. I'm sorry," she mocks. "Is your perfect car ruined now?"
She's unbelievable. I'm honestly starting to think she doesn't understand me at all.
"You think the car is what I'm worried about? Tyeler, you could have fucking died!"
"Oops?" She giggles.
Ignoring her total disregard for her own life, I grab her face in my hands and look at the cut. It's not nearly as bad as it looked from a distance, but it still might need stitches.
"Come on," I tell her. "I have to clean that up."
