Disclaimer: I do now own Tyler, Reid, The Covenant or the song, which is "She's a Lady" by Forever The Sickest Kids
I'm in love with the boy I hate, he enjoys pointing out every bad thing about me
"Oh my god, Tyler. If you could dress yourself, that would be lovely."
I roll my eyes and tug at the hem of my brown t-shirt.
"What is wrong with what I am wearing today?"
And, of course, he fucking smirks at me.
"You just have horrible taste, that is all."And he is gone.