Tyler’s pov

What the hell?

Why does my chest hurt so much?

Why does my heart feel like it’s breaking into pieces?

Why the hell is my head hurting so badly?

Why can’t I stop thinking about her?

I groan, tugging at my hair relentlessly. My scalp cries and begs for mercy. I show none.

What the hell am I feeling?

It’s not like I was in love with Layla and it’s not like we were in a relationship in the first place. This wasn’t a breakup.

So why the fuck does it hurt so badly?

I want to just reach in my chest and pull out my stupid heart that had been different the moment I walked up those bleachers and talked to Layla for the first time.

That stupid heart that had me confused about my feel

ings.

I snorted.

What damn feelings am I talking about?

Tyler Wood doesn’t have feelings. Especially when a girl is concerned.

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only gave me pussy and sure it was the best I ever had. Tasted fucking great too. But I was certain

of fishes in the sea, with legs wide and pussy ready for me. There are many girls who would kill to have a chance with

fine with me. But then why the hell was

thinking about her and about that damn arrangement that should never

at

painfully throbbing heart and a raging mind that couldn’t stop taunting you with images of her you

Damn it all.

Fuck.

I fling the books off my desk in a rage. They fall to the floor with a

snarled, slamming my fist on

affect me this much? It’s just pussy. You can get any pussy

What had this

to pull at every strand of my hair

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anything

Not since mom…..

at the door and I

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fluttered through

and wait a few

not sure if to go to the door and open it to talk to him or stay here and try to calm my rage. I didn’t want him to see me like this, he’d ask too many questions I couldn’t

sounds.” He asked with concern

forgot he couldn’t see me. Brushing a hand down my face in frustration I uttered a lie. “Yeah, I’m fine. I ac cidentally

know I’ve not been for

knew

|| said while running my hand through my hair. “But I’m fine. Nothing to be worried about. Is Daff asleep?” | asked to get the subject off

bed when

known he’d not let go of

said and walked over to

back first, and sighed in relief when I heard his fading footfalls after he told me goodnight

at the ceiling, my arms spreading on the mattress. I want to curse out loud but I knew that by

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