CHAPTER TWENTY SIX - PREPARATIONS

Jayla

"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 demeanour 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 corner of my eyes, I see Tyler pouting like a baby. I roll my eyes and concentrate on what my teacher is trying to say. I quickly draw a graph on my notebook when another chunk of rubber comes flying and hits me on the cheek.

A growl almost escapes my lips but I hold it back and continue to ignore him.

"Jay," he whispers, poking my waist which makes me to hiss at him.

I throw him a look that warns him to behave himself. He pouts again and I let out a snort.

"Are you ignoring me?" he whispers again, looking at me with