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The day goes by quickly and I'm thankful that I had no other lessons with Tyler. My stress levels are always way too high whenever he's around.

When the bell finally rings, signalling the end of the day, I'm eager to find my twin brother and have him take me home. I head straight for the parking lot - knowing that he'd already be there, waiting for me impatiently, so I practically sprint down the halls and pass by slow walkers with an agitated roll of my eyes.

"Jeez, take your time, why don't you. We've been waiting ages." Caleb sarcastically greets me, with a tired look on his face - one of the many reasons that explains his bad mood.

I huff, "The bell only went off like a minute ago so chill out, no need to be such a dick about it."

I push past him, fling open up the passenger side door, and then practically jump back in shock. "What are you doing!?"

"Sorry midge, this seat is taken, however, if you want to sit on my lap, then it's all yours."

Tyler.

Speechless, I send a sour glare over to my brother who smiles, looking extremely guilty. "We've got practice over at the park later on and since we live close, I thought I could take the boys."

Sure enough, two heads pop out through the middle and greet me with charming smiles. "Hey, Carter!"

I feel my anger simmer down a little at the sight of Fitz and George squished next to each other in the back, their gorgeous faces full of friendly grins.

"Hey, guys." I sigh. I then turn my gaze to Tyler, where I feel my anger begin to bubble over again. I give him the fakest smile ever as I slam the car door on him, just as he opens his mouth to speak.

"Zippy, play nice." My brother warns as he studies the grimace on my face. I scowl further at his stupid nickname for me  - one that is just as bad as the one that Tyler calls me.

Zippy. A nickname that my idiotic brother gave me due to my "bouncy" energy whenever I was given caffeine. Ever since that one time when we were both young and I was given a whole bottle of fizzy pop and practically bounced off the walls,  Caleb hasn't stopped calling me zippy.

"Fine."

With that, I climb into the back and squash myself against Fitz who only chuckles at our close proximity. Our arms and legs are virtually glued together since he has such long legs and bulky arms.

Groaning in discomfort, I catch eyes with Tyler in the wing mirror and he smirks at me, "Bet you wish you'd taken my offer of sitting on my lap."

"If it was between having a bullet in the brain or sitting on your lap, I'd always choose the bullet." I quip icily, smiling when Fitz chuckles beside me, giving me a sly fist bump.

"Midge, your words wound me. However, I wouldn't say always, one of these days my charm will blow your knickers off."

"Hey man, that's my sister," Caleb growls at Tyler, instantly slapping off the flirtatious smile that he has directed at me.

Thank you, Caleb, seems you are good for one thing after all.

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Back at home, I practically flee to my room, desperate to put some space between me and the devil. Caleb calls for me but I just slam my door shut and hope that he gets the message and leaves me alone for a while.

It actually sucks that my twin brother is friends with my enemy. They've been friends for years, always hanging out with each other like best buds. It's so annoying! He's constantly in my life causing havoc - and my brother plays the main part in that.

Most of the time I plan to stay at Veronica's whenever Tyler is around, but there are moments like this, where I can't just escape him. I just can't escape his obnoxious laugh that travels up to my room whenever something amuses him. I can't escape him at school, and it seems as if my house isn't safe either.

With a tired sigh, I grab my headphones and plug them into my phone and begin to blast my music into my ears. I then change into my big baggy t-shirt and some shorts and fling my bra across my room, relief deflating out of me like a burst balloon.

As I do this, I stupidly knock over my glass of water, causing it to smash and spill all over the carpet. "Shit!" I cry and grab a discarded towel to mop up most of the spillage. "Shit," I repeat when I somehow manage to slice my hand on some glass that I was carefully picking up.

Blood pours from my hand and panic rises up inside of me at the sight of it all. "Caleb!" I scream, rushing out of the room, clutching my hand, trying not to get my blood all over the floor as I race down the stairs. "CALEB!"

"What?" He demands as he meets me in the kitchen, an annoyed look crossing his face. That is until he sees my hand, and then he too is freaking out - just what I need! "Jesus zippy! What the fuck did you do?"

"I don't know! I smashed the glass and I guess I - How do I stop it bleeding?" I cry out, holding my hand over the sink, looking at my brother in equal panic.

"What are you babies freaking out about?"

Tyler. Great. Just another problem to take care of.

"My sister being so stupid!" My brother stresses. Tyler steps further into the room, realising that our panic is legit and his hazel eyes zone in on my hand that is just oozing out blood.

"Carter. What the hell?" His tone is serious, his body goes stiff and I notice the instant concern that slaps onto his face. He crosses the room in two long strides and is by my side, examining my hand.

If I wasn't freaking out or trying not to pass out, I would've told him to get out of my personal space, but instead, I watch him silently with a quivering bottom lip. Tyler then turns on the tap and gently, ever so gently, grabs hold of my wrist with his warm big hands and holds it under the water.

"Ow!" I hiss, immediately trying to pull my hand back. The look he gives me stops my actions.

"I need to see how deep it is. See if you need stitches."

"It hurts," I whine like a little child.

"What did you expect, when you cut your hand, midge."

Great, back to midge.

"It's not like I purposefully did it!" I defend, not liking the disapproving tone he just gave me.

He rolls his eyes and sighs. "It's not that deep," he turns to Caleb, who just watches us with a blank expression, "Do you have any bandages?"

He nods and quickly heads up the stairs to get them.

Tyler then switches the water off and turns to face me. "Are you ok? You look pale."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just feel a little sick." I then go to take a step back and stumble. It seems as if Tyler has fast reaction reflexes as he catches me with a sound of impatience. "You're fucking useless." He whispers under his breath, almost as if he didn't want me to hear.

With his hands around my waist, he manoeuvres us so that he's able to lift me effortlessly onto the tabletop, with him slotting himself in between my legs so that they're either side of his hips.

I can barely make a sound of disapproval before he steps back and acts as if he didn't just get way too close for comfort. "Here," Caleb calls and throws the bandages in Tyler's direction, where he catches them easily.

"Cheers. Now give me your hand." He demands and steps forward.

I obey. I'm instantly fascinated by how quick and expertly he wraps up my hand. He also manages to handle me with such delicacy that I've never expected him to have. He's so gentle, so intense, that I almost forget who he is and the history we have.

"There. When your mum gets home, make sure that she looks at it and puts disinfectant on it."

I pull my hand into my chest and nod, "Thanks."

He chuckles, his trademark smirk making its way back onto his face, "Now you owe me, midge."

"What? No, I don't."

He crosses his arms across his chest and raises a challenging eyebrow. "Do you honestly think that I would go through all of that out of the kindness of my heart?"

I give him an incredulous look, "No, because that would imply that you actually have a heart, to begin with, you dick. I don't owe you shit. I never asked you to help me."

He narrows his eyes at me, and scoffs,  "Oh please, you were practically begging for my help! You were just stood there as helpless as a baby and you basically pleaded me to help you with your face. So yes, I do believe that you now owe me back."

"You're delirious if you think that I will ever be in your debt. I said thank you and that's as much as you're getting out of me. So I suggest that you come out of whatever cuckoo land that you're in and realise that."

"Midge. That's not how this works. You owe me. And I will come back to collect my debt soon, so be ready."

With that, he flicks my forehead and escapes back into the living room where the boys are waiting for him.

What a dick. To think that maybe I was beginning to take back what I was saying about him being heartless. He always goes and ruins an alright moment that happens between us. I stay sitting on the counter and try to imagine all of the possibilities for his favour. He could make me do anything.

Dear God, please do not allow him to make me do something completely insane. I would rather die than owe that boy a favour, but with the way his stupid brain works, it seems I'm going to have to suffer the consequences of letting him help me out.

Oh Tyler, if only murder was legal. You'd be dead a hundred times over.

He's one lucky guy.

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