Chapter 1

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I glanced at the eggs on the plate that were placed on the table in front of me. Tyler never really has been or was a good cook. Mom and dad had gone out for their typical date night, something that happened each and every month. Those poor eggs looked awful. They were filled with a runny grayish yellow liquid. They didn't have a noticeable yolk within them, but they did have an overpoweringly awful smell.

Rotten eggs. If you ever come across them and smell them, you'll never forget them. Everyone who had a good nose could smell it and sense that it was rotten. Everyone except Tyler Scott.

"I can't believe you tried to poison me with," I growled, making a pause to look at the rotten eggs. I could feel my skin shivering. "These," I pointed at the plate.

Tyler just sat on the couch, bringing to his mouth a handful of popcorn. His legs were all over the place. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of comfortable shorts and underwear, I think so. Some of his brown hair was falling into his eyes and he was watching Sponge Bob. It had always been like that.

Whenever he'd come here, he'd always feel at home. Because actually, he was at home. Nothing ever stood between us and I knew that I could tell him anything. I never really had many girlfriends, it was mostly Tyler. I guess I just always thought that a guy best friend prevented way more drama than a girlfriend. And I was right. Tyler was always sincere no matter what, and I guess that's what I loved about him.

"Well... you're the one who should know to do that. Girls are the one who like to cook and do and all of the kitchen crap." He joked, rolling his eyes at me.

"Just so you know, the kitchen is where they keep the knives." I smirked, throwing a stuffed pillow at his face.

We would often fool around, cracking acid jokes about each other, but I would never take it personally. Neither would he. It was already a self developed habit.

He let out a chuckle. "So, Steph. Are you excited for your first day as a sophomore?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows up and setting his attention on me.

Tyler was a sophomore also, like me. Even though he was a year older than me, we always stuck together no matter what. He had friends, but none of them was as close to him as I was.

"Not really. I just hope there aren't picky girls there. I wouldn't want to end up suspended on my first day," I groaned, plopping down on the couch next to him.

"Steph just being Steph." He chuckled. I remember wondering if there was any sound more familiar to me than Tyler's laugh.

"Tyler, you need to promise me something, okay?" I started, grabbing the remote control from the TV and turning it off.

"Yeah, sure." He smiled, flipping his hair away from his eyes.

"You have to promise me that you will never not have time for me, Ty. We always worked this out, but now we're gonna be sophomores and somehow, things are gonna change. Just promise me that nothing's gonna change between us. Never. I just need to hear you say it out loud." I said, half-closing my eyes.

I didn't want our friendship to end. Never. I was scared of losing Tyler. Of losing our lifelong friendship. He meant more to me than any person ever did. I knew that there was a bigger chance of me losing him than him losing me.

Tyler was always filled with friends. A lot of girls were crazy about him in school. He was popular, and to people, I was just a random girl who hung out with him.

I never really had many friends. I guess I was pretty selective when it came to choosing my friends. Unlike basically all of the girls in my class, I didn't like makeup. In fact, I kind of never wore it. Except for weddings and fancy stuff like that where mom would force me to wear a skin tight  dress full of sparkles, a underwear that always got stuck and a shiny lip gloss which looked like a dog had just licked my lips or something like that. I was what people would call a tomboy.

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