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Tyler's eyes bugged out, sweat soaking his shirt. Days later, a scruffy, hollow-eyed Tyler appeared in an apology video. "I'm sorry to everyone. I got drunk, logged into Stephanie's account, and accidentally retweeted offensive stuff. It hurt the company's image and affected Stephanie's life. I beg for her forgiveness." He bowed deeply, looking like a beaten dog. The internet turned on him. Netizens dug up his office address and swarmed it, hurling insults and threats. "How did you get that sleazeball to confess?" Grace asked, lounging on the couch.

It was uncommon for me to kiss someone other than Ashton in public, let alone a nerd. But looking at Tyler walking confidently next to me, he did not look like his usual nerd self. He was not wearing any vest or even that high-neck buttoned-up shirt that looked like it could strangle his neck. No, he was wearing something casual: a white shirt and black pants. To be really honest, he looked as hot as Adam Levine, which was funny, because he was a nerd—nerds were not supposed to look this hot. Tyler Vincent being hot was the same as Mey thinking Harry Potter was hot, which means it did not make sense to me.

paliwanag niya. "Gan'on ba?" Terry was already sounding preoccupied. Ibig sabihin, umaandar na ang utak nito. "I need some specs. Ano'ng size and coloring niya?" Propesyonal na ang tono nito. Terry was a photographic fashion model and part-time fashion designer. Kaya kabisado nito ang mga dapat gawin kapag tungkol sa mga kasuotan na ang pag-uusapan. Tyler had been reluctant to push through his idea of meddling with Arizona's wardrobe. Pero natutuwa na siya ngayon dahil nagawa niyang pukawin ang interes ng kapatid sa dating propesyon nito.

It read "Results for Tyler" Tyler miller or better known by his stage name meetme is an Award... I clicked on it and a whole page with his career history was displayed. He had won six Grammy's in two years, top the billboard charts a few dozen times, also performed at the BBMA's, EMA's, MMA's and others. He sold out stadiums on his last tour. And he was eighteen and single, they placed emphasis on the word "single". I rolled my eyes and scrolled down. There was an article which read

"We’ve been out here ringing the damn bell like idiots." Tyler blinked fast and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Uh, I was… in the bedroom. Yeah. Lifting weights. Got caught up in a set and didn’t hear it at first. Sorry, man. Heavy deadlifts, you know?" Bullshit. Deadlifts my ass. The guy didn’t even own weights. I almost called him out on his lie right then, but Tess suddenly appeared behind him before I could say a word. She looked incredibly shy and her cheeks were bright pink, making it obvious she was embarrassed. She was wearing one of Tyler’s old t-shirts that was so big it practically swallowed her whole. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, and several loose strands stuck to h

On the afternoon of my fifth day off, I lounged on the couch, digging into half a watermelon with a spoon in hand while cracking up at a show on TV. Just then, my phone rang. It was Hannah Slater from work. "Rose! Check your phone! Now!" Her voice was both urgent and high-pitched, as though something significant had occurred. "What happened? Is there a fire somewhere?" "Stop joking around! Go to Tyler's social media account! He posted a video!" My hand with the spoon stopped moving. "What did he post?" "Just see for yourself! You'll understand when you see it! Oh my gosh, I've literally watched it three times now. It's both infuriating and insanely satisfying!"

I stared at it for a solid ten seconds. **Me:** …doesn’t matter **Tyler:** nah nah spill. I won’t clown (lying) My thumb moved before my brain could veto. **Me:** stepmom sometimes The three dots appeared instantly. Then vanished. Then appeared again. **Tyler:** …bruh **Tyler:** like ur actual stepmom? The one u live with? **Me:** yeah **Tyler:** send pic **Me:** hell no **Tyler:** cmon I need context. Is she like mid or actually fine?

MASON The first thing I saw that morning wasn’t Tyler’s face. It was my phone. And the headline. “Hockey’s Golden Boy Tyler Reyes Caught in Heated Club Kiss.” Underneath, a grainy shot of Tyler in that stupid dim club lighting — some girl straddling him, her mouth mashed against his. Perfect. Just perfect. I stared at it so long I forgot to breathe. My chest went tight, stomach hollow, like someone had sucker-punched me.

He looked to the side, his fluffy and smiling face returned. “I heard that,” Tyler grinned, hoisting his phone in the air. “Now turn around, pup. Your social media followers are dying to see that chunky, chocolate-ish fat ass.” “Shut up, Stormbringer and bring your wife to the dining room. I will prepare the feast for us.” Tyler only made fun of Jose behind as we both strolled after him. Tyler showed me Jose’s shirtless photos as Pegasus coiled on top of his head and as he does a handsome young man in a canine style.

and ends the video. I think it’s supposed to feel real, like a small look into his life. I can almost hear his PR team saying, “This helps people connect with you, Tyler. It shows the real you.” But honestly, it’s just a huge thirst trap. I would never post something like that. What’s surprising is how much people love it. They really love it. He has twelve million followers on TikTok, and most of his videos get millions of views and thousands of comments. The comments are completely wild. I’d have five kids with this man, and I don’t even want kids. Call an ambulance. My ovaries just exploded. This guy stopped my menopause. Tyler, I love you.