Tyler Locke Novels & Stories

Fight club the next. Tyler Lockwood's life? A damn rollercoaster.

It's like Ty has a death wish. "Great, I just have to put my books away first." He said and I nodded. "We'll show you to the lockers," I told him before walking ahead of him. "Number?" I asked curiously. "B23." Storm said blankly. "Here you go," I said when I found his locker. "Here comes Cole," Tyler said tiredly and we all looked to our left. "Ignore him," I told Storm who was busy placing his books into his locker. He's wearing a pair of black jeans and a matching black hoodie. His black hair fell into his eyes, he had very blue eyes. Storm is kind of hot.

Grace leaves. "Why should I be fired?" I crossed my arms. Tyler's black hair was tousled, his forehead was sweaty causing a few strands of hair to stick to it. He wore black jeans, a black T-shirt and had a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large tattoo in the shape of a lightning bolt stood out on his neck. Tyler was quite a bad boy. "Well, you're right. Do you like the song? It was especially for you."

If there was something the Campbells valued, it was the commitment. I was in the locker room, finishing changing my clothes at the end of the day and laughing at Zachary's last text message, completely forgetting why I was angry the night before. I remembered that Kendall was impatiently waiting for me to leave, and I hurried to respond with a sequence of emoticons, when a door closed in the extensive row of blue cabinets. I tied the laces of my short boots and turned to look. Tyler was leaning against one of the small doors with padlocks, arms and ankles crossed, looking at me as if I were an animal in experience.

Lives counted on this. Dalton watched with wide eyes as Drew popped the lock on the locker and then opened it, revealing a cache of guns that would make any redneck jealous. "Holy shit." "Yeah." He smiled grimly at his friend. "Get what you want, but make sure it can be concealed. Then we're headin' out to Tyler's. Dad and the boys are gonna try to meet us, but if we get there first, we need to figure out what we're up against. I have a feelin' this chick didn't plan to do this on her own."

said Paul touching Tyler’ face who was expressionless. “Come on Tyler, come out of whatever they did to you, please come out for us for our baby, Please come out Tyler I, I love you,” she finally said what she wanted to say for years. Tyler was about to pull the trigger loaded gun with wolfs bane. Unknown to them the locket in Eden’s neck started glowing. He was standing next to Althea. Tyler’s expressions were stone but just than his expressions change. He looked around and then to Althea. He ran towards her much to Paul and Elena’s dismay. He hugs her. She touches his face and places her lips over his.

And for a while, it works. I’m holding it together. He’s behaving. If we keep this up, maybe just maybe this storm passes us by. Then Oh. No. I’m not fine. Tyler drops to the ice on all fours. Right in front of me. Stretching. Why why is he stretching now? He braces himself with his stick, knees wide, skates nearly touching. He rolls his hips slowly, deliberately. Once. Twice. Big, lazy circles carved into the ice. Clockwise. Counterclockwise.

A couple of low whistles floated from the circle. Tyler stepped forward next, holding a plain black bandana he’d pulled from his locker. “Eyes too,” he said, almost apologetic, but his grin gave him away. He folded it once, then tied it snug over my eyes. The fabric smelled faintly of laundry detergent and sweat. Darkness swallowed everything….he locker room lights vanished, leaving only the sounds, their breathing, the creak of benches and someone’s cleats scuffing the floor. I turned my head instinctively, trying to track where they were. My ponytail brushed against Jake’s arm as he moved away.

When I made it to my locker, I neatly put the things I don't need for first period away. "Wow, it's the Don't-Mess-With-Me-Or-I'll-Kill-You girl." I looked beside me to see Tyler leaning on the locker next to mine with one shoulder, and his arms crossed over his chest. And there's that smirk of his. Who can miss it? I scanned him quickly to see that he had a button up back top with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It really did fit him nicely. I looked up to meet his beautiful eyes...

Tyler coaxed me as he handed me a flask. Tyler was the school’s bad boy. He rode a motorcycle, dressed in a leather jacket, biker boots, and had tattoos. Someone started a rumor that he had both his nipples pierced, but I couldn’t vouch for that because I had never seen him without a shirt on. It didn’t stop me from looking at his chest now that I was standing so close to him.