The jeans hung low over his hips as he walked over, his hair a perfect mess. He grinned as he sat down next to me. His two friends followed him. Who they were, I didn't know. "Princess, what are you doing here with the creeps of this town?" Jason's smile turned into a confident smirk. I opened my mouth to protest, feeling a protectiveness towards my new friend but Ty beat me to it.

"The creep has a name. The names Tyler Alvarez, not that we need to introduce ourselves."

I looked at the two boys, who both mirrored the same thunderous looks on their faces, "You boys know each other?"

"That princess. doesn't matter. Come sit with us instead of hanging around with losers." The tension was thick between the two boys. Both so different. Jason, with his messy blonde hair and Ty with his boyish, mused, brown hair. The silence between them could have been cut with a knife. Cliché. I know. But don't blame me, I am a sixteen year old girl with a weakness for being nerdy and reading cliché romance novels, no matter how many hours I worked out at the gym.

I snorted desperately wanting Jason to go away, I didn't want him around., "I think we all know that the loser on this table is you." Jason's face turned grim at my word, "I idled up closer and whispered in his ear, "If you have a problem with my friends, then you can surely be friends with my fist. He's lonely." His back stiffened, probably remembering my little, Miss congeniality move, he whispered back, "Don't come running back for me when your betrayed, I won't be there and neither will he. Made the wrong decision princess. Messed with the wrong guy." 

I scoffed at his reply, staring back at his friends, who had been standing a safe distance away. The tall one had russet brown hair while his partner was slightly shorter. Shorty had piercing grey eyes that I never wanted to be faced with.

"But this time," I looked over to Tyler apologetically, "You don't have a choice." I yelped as Jason lifted me over his shoulder. I punched and kicked but nothing would do. I wasn't complaining- wait- maybe I was.  I felt safe in his big arms but at the same time, I knew I had left Ty on his own. I calmed, getting lost in the deep orbs of Ty's cogan eyes and wanting to feel hos dark hair as I was carried away...