Tayla

"Tyler!" I growl lowly. My eyes turn towards him and I glare at his hand which is raised in the air to throw another chunk of eraser at me.

His expression turns into one of a deer caught on headlights once when he sees me looking at him and he grins sheepishly, wearing a mask of innocence. My glare falters at his expression but I maintain my demeanor and keep throwing daggers at him with my eyes.

I ruffle my hair to get rid of all the chunks of rubber and from the ...