Tyler

Sydney Walker is going to be the death of me.

And somehow I might actually die smiling.

Because not only did I finally get to rearrange that smirk on Dean’s face for being stupid enough to touch her…I also got to settle a score that had been sitting under my skin for months.

The second the car rolled into the driveway, I shoved the door open and got out.

“Tyler!” Mom yelled, stepping out after me.

I ignored her.

“You stop right there, Tyler.” She said, her heels clicking swiftly across the pavement behind me. “You don’t get to walk away while I’m talking to you.”

Still, I ignored...