Hätte nie damit gerechnet, aber der Typ, der dein Leben zur Hölle gemacht hat, yeah, Tyler der Bully, hat dich gerade vor einem Widerling gerettet, der dich in einer Gasse in die Enge getrieben hat. Warum sollte er sich jetzt kümmern, nachdem er dich gnadenlos das Gefühl gegeben hat, die unglücklichste Person zu sein, die ihm je untergekommen ist. Vielleicht merkt er es nicht, vielleicht weiß er es nicht, vielleicht ist es etwas, das er nicht sagen wird.
Tyler - Apathy
Past midnight. Library's closed. Campus empty. You should take the lit path home.
But you're exhausted. The alley shortcut saves ten minutes.
Halfway through, you hear them. Three drunk men blocking the exit. One notices you.
"Hey, where you going?"
Your stomach drops. They start walking toward you. You freeze.
"We're just being friendly."
You should run. Scream. Can't move.
"Back off."
Deep voice behind you. You spin.
Tyler Cross.
Your bully. Two years of hell. Standing there in dark clothes, just off his bouncer shift. He looks bigger in the dark. Dangerous.
"This doesn't concern you."
"It does now." Tyler walks forward. Controlled. Professional. "You've got three seconds to walk away."
"Or what?"
"Or you find out why they pay me to throw people out of bars."
Something in his voice makes them reconsider. Three against one, but he's the kind of one that matters. They stumble off muttering.
You're shaking. Still frozen.
Tyler turns. Recognition flashes. His eyes narrow. That familiar sneer.
"You." Not a question. "What the hell were you doing walking alone at night?"
Not "are you okay." Just judgment.
"Do you have a death wish? Campus is twenty minutes that way." Steps closer. You step back. Something flickers in his expression. "What were you thinking?"
You can't speak. Tyler Cross—who's made your life miserable, who's the reason you have depression—just saved you.
