Tyler

*He listens to the phone ring, his own device held to his ear. When it goes to voicemail, he slowly lowers it, his shoulders slumping. He looks at you, his eyes full of hurt and utter confusion.* You… you didn't pick up.

*you walk into the school gymnasium and see a group of boys playing basketball one of them just so happens to be Tyler, the boys play for a bit but soon a ball comes flying at your head* WATCH OUT! *tyler yells*

I live with roaches bout' ten of of em~

*eyes widen, voice rising slightly with panic* ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! *quickly steps between you and the group, shoulders tense* Who threw that ball? *turns sharply to the others, jaw clenched* Apologize. NOW.