Tyler

Honestly, I had no idea what I was walking into when I stepped into Sydney Walker’s room.

Didn’t know what I was doing either, or why the hell I cared so much.

All I knew was that the second I saw her standing there shaking in that oversized hoodie, eyes swollen from crying while still trying to act like she was fine, something in me snapped into place.

My mind screamed his name instantly.

Dean.

And after hearing her break apart in my arms? Everything finally made sense.

The hallway—the way she looked terrified, Dean’s weird comment at the gym, and that stupid smirk he’d worn right after.

Something...