Chapter 126
Lick it And Slip it in
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âYou cannot be serious.â He said to Brett and eyed him with a look of disbelief.
Brett sighed, scratching the back of his head as he winces. âI donât know man. Girls are pretty difficult
which is why I tend to hump and dump them. They bring too much unnecessary drama.â
Tyler turned around and looked at his friend with a worried pinch of his brows. âYou better not be
playing games with Laylaâs best friend man. If you know youâre going to hump and dump her forget it.
Donât hurt that girl.â
Brett snorted. âNah. I figured Iâd just give her a little date since sheâs been grasping for my attention for
years. I might as well give the girl one date before we never see each other again.â
âDonât try anything funny with her Brett,â Tyler warned. Brett was like him, well, how he once was. He
couldnât get his dick up for other girls so obviously that lifestyle of fucking girls other than Layla has
since died.
Brett chuckled, pushing Tylerâs shoulder a little in a playful manner. âNah. I wonât try to go to second
base or first. Just a harmless dateâ¦..and speaking about dates. I kind of invited her to the pregame
party. She might bring Layla.â
Tyler stopped. Pregame parties were when many of the guys on the football team choose their next
victim. They could choose anyone to throw into a chilling cold pool. Apparently,
it has gone on for generations and was to serve as some kind of good luck before the game.
They never lost a game so he suppose it worked.
But right now, he kind of hated this generational game especially now that Brett invited Tiffany, and
Tiffany might have invited Layla.
What if one of those guys chose her?
What if she canât swim?
What if she gets a major chill?
Shit. Tyler could only think of the bad things that could potentially happen if she goes to the party.
âBrett why the fuck would you invite her to the pregame party? You know what happens when the clock
strikes nine fifty-five. What if they choose Layla or Tiffany?â Tyler grum bled, fighting the urge to smack
Brett behind his head. He clearly deserved it.
Brett winced and scratched his head. âWell to tell you the truth I wasnât quite thinking clearly when I
asked her. I might sound crazy but I just wanted her there. I donât know,â He shrugged and then cleared
his throat.
âBut I canât go back and uninvite her, that will look bad. No
worries though, Iâll look after her and Layla and tell the guys theyâre off limits.â Brett said and then
smacked Tylerâs shoulder.
âBut hey, maybe this is a good thing that I invited her. If she brings Layla along this would be the best
opportunity to beg her for forgiveness. Youâll ask her to dance or be her bodyguard. Girlâs like being
protected and shit.â Brett shrugged.
Tylerâs eyes narrowed on Brettâs face. âJust moments ago you had no clue as to how to make her
forgive me and now suddenly you know girls like to be protected?â
Brett chuckled. âName one girl that doesnât like to be pro tected?â
Tyler raked his brain for any girl he knew that didnât like a
guy to protect them and came up with none.
Mostly all the girls he knew seemed like the type to want a guy to protect them, but Laylaâ¦..he wasnât
sure about her yet. They hadnât gone this far into the relationship for him to know.
Why did he mention relationships when they were not even together?
âI donât know man, this sounds corny, and knowing her, sheâd not even want to be seen with me
Brett suddenly busted into a fit of laughter and wheezed. âWait hold up!â
His eyes met Tylerâs and he laughed louder. âMan. You Tyler Wood, a guy every girl actually wants to
be seen withâ¦. now this is just hilarious!â
Brett snorted. âNow the girl youâre actually in love with doesnât want to be seen with you.â
Tylerâs eyes narrowed and he grumble. âSometimes I think youâre not actually on my side.â
Brett snorted and slapped his shoulder playfully. âNow mister Wood no need to get upset. Itâs just
hilarious thatâs all.â
âShut up,â Tyler grumbled under his breath. It was bad enough he thought Layla must be embarrassed
to be seen with him.
Brett shook his head. âAnyway it doesnât matter if she doesnât want to be seen with you or not, I think
this will work out for the best.â
Tylerâs brows knot. âWhat will work out for the best?â
Brett sighed as if exhausted.â You being her bodyguard. If you follow her around at the party and
protect her from drunk guys maybe sheâll forgive you or something.â Brett shrugged and then winced.
âYou know what? When I really think about it that idea sucks. Maybe just drag her into an empty room
and kiss the living shit out of her. Sheâll surely forget about why sheâs mad at you.â He snorted.
Tyler shook his head. âI donât think I can wait until the par ty to make her forgive me.â He admitted.
He doesnât think heâd last a day of not being able to speak to her or hear her voice.
He was just giving her some time to cool off. As soon as heâs sure sheâs calmer heâd go to her and
apologize. Hopefully this time around heâd not act like an ass and make a fool out of himself.
He screwed up enough today.
Brettâs hrugged. âI donât know man. Itâs your choice. Iâm not a professional at making girls forgive me.
Remember the last girl I was with?â
Tyler snorted. Yes he remembered alright. Whilst Tyler al ways made those girls crawl back to him with
positivity, Brett on the other hand had the girls coming back to him with glares/so brutal that he
shouldâve been dead by now.
His best friend was known to make them a bit angry when he told them they couldnât be exclusive.
Tyler could hear the sound of the bell ringing. It was fade but his eats picked up on it.
âYou going to class?â Brett asked.
Tylerâs eyes swept over to the school and shook his head. âNo. Iâll skip the first period and go for the
second.â
Brett nodded.
Tyler would make Layla cool off. Hopefully, sheâd be calm after the first class she had.
When the second period come, even though they were not in the same class, heâd go to her and
apologize again. Hope fully this time, sheâd listen to what he had to say.
Even though he wasnât sure what heâd say to herâ¦..