A/N: I like this chapter, I don't know why... but I do. I liked the last one better, but I like this one... maybe because it's got a lot of Tyler, and I'm on a Tyler kick today... maybe it's because I've been staring at pictures of him from Loaded... who knows. (shrugs)

Chapter 13: Stupid
Spenser Dormitory

Penelope threw her things on the floor of her dorm. How could she have been so stupid? To think that she could possibly make him see that he didn't have to go through with this stupid plan.

Yeah, stupid plan… that's exactly what this was, she determined.

She bit her bottom lip, using the back of her palms to wipe away the tears that had shed from her eyes. She couldn't cry over this, she just couldn't. Did he really have to get his revenge on their stupid little Covenant?

He couldn't just completely forget about them, and take off with her. Why couldn't they just leave, the two of them, and not worry about the other four teenagers.

She slammed her hands down on her desk and stared at the screen of her laptop. He wasn't telling her something, and she could tell. She could always tell when he was keeping something from her; it was a neat trick she picked up on.

Her fingers rested over the home keys as she was pulling up her google search. Just as she was about to begin typing her cell phone started to go off. She felt a hopeful jolt in her stomach. Maybe it was Chase.

Maybe he was calling to apologize. To tell her to pack her things, screw the plan and they were going to California… or Texas… or wherever. She reached for her phone and sighed.

Maybe not.

"Hello?" She answered trying to sound sick.

"Nel, hey… It's Tyler…"

"Tyler, hey…" She forced a smile in to her voice.

"Are you ok?" He questioned. "You missed classes today… you feelin' alright?"

"No, actually I was feeling really ill this morning…" She licked her lips and shut her lap top for now. She placed herself on her bed, trying to fight the feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Chase didn't want her. He didn't need her, except to go through with his stupid plan. She sighed and listened to Tyler as he asked if she needed to copy his notes from the classes they shared. She smiled and agreed.

"That'd be great, can you come over now?" She asked.

"Sure, I just got out of swim practice; I'll grab my notes and swing by…"

"Ok,"

Penelope laid on her stomach and sighed staring at her cell phone, she felt like there was something missing inside of her. A void and she wanted to fill it up. She hated that feeling; Chase used her for getting what he wanted so it was her turn to use someone else for that exact reason.

She knew it was probably wrong for using Tyler since she could tell he genuinely liked her. She sighed, he was so innocent, and at the same time he wasn't… and she really liked that about him.

She tried hard to think of nothing but the brunette, blue eyed boy that was coming over to let her 'copy' his notes, but her mind kept drifting off to Chase. Angrily she grabbed her cell phone and flung it across the room.

She heard a knock seconds later, rolled off of the bed and answered the door. She pulled the door open and grinned seeing Tyler on the other side. She let him in to the room and the brunette boy gave her a small smile.

"I heard something, you alright?" He asked concerned, he let his book bag slip off of his shoulder.

And what nice shoulders they are, she noted. He had come over only wearing a muscle shirt and a pair of track pants. He looked really sexy, his hair was wet and hanging in those impossibly blue eyes.

"Yeah, just lost reception during a call… threw my phone at the wall…" She lifted her chin to the piece of technology that was now lying on the rug by her bathroom.

"Got to love technology," He grinned.

She nodded her head and took a seat on her bed; she grabbed her backpack and patted the area on the bed next to her. Tyler grabbed his bag and plopped down next to her. She moved closer to him and rubbed her shoulder against his briefly.

"I like your hair like this," She used the end of her pencil to play with the strands that were dancing in his eyes.

"Fresh out of the shower?" He laughed, a small blush on his cheeks.

"It's sexy," She grinned at him, pulling open her notebook to an empty page.

Tyler's cheeks flushed an amazing shade of pink, he glanced down and pulled out his notebook and handed it over to her with the notes. She let her fingers brush over his as she took them, that playful grin on her face.

"You ok, Tyler?" She asked, her fingers brushed over his bare arms.

"Yeah, I'm fine… I should be asking you that…" He pointed out, he gave her a concerned look.

"I'm doing better," She replied, "But," She turned to him slightly, "I could think of something that could make me feel a lot better," She gave him a naughty little smirk.

Tyler licked his lips; he dropped his folder and pulled her in to his arms, his lips meeting hers for a brief second. He pulled away and she looked at him, his eyes showed that he was concerned she wasn't up for this, but she pushed forward pressing her lips to his this time.

Skillfully she moved herself in to his lap, forcing him to lie back on the bed, straddling his hips, her lips still pressed firmly against his. Tyler leaned forward in to a sitting position, his hands grabbing her hips as she slowly began to rock them back and forth.

His mouth fell open as a warm sensation hit his stomach; she playfully bit his bottom lip, urging him to continue kissing her. Once the younger boy gained his composure he felt her finger tips dancing around the edge of his shirt. Her fingernails scratched at his tanned skin and pushed the shirt up, and they departed so she could yank his shirt off.

Tossing the garment to the floor she inspected his body and grinned, "You should wear less clothes more often," She informed him before letting her lips rest on the nape of his neck, slowly sucking and biting her way down his chest.

She wanted to persuade him to put his guard down, to feel good about himself. She wanted Tyler Simms to fall out of his innocent stage, his quiet, shy boy stage and embrace himself. She grinned, it was a sure-fire way to get him to butt heads with his best friend.

Tyler grinned his lips trailing over her exposed collar, his hands traveling up her shirt. She was impressed when he skillfully got her shirt off, without much of a hassle, and without asking her permission, verbally or otherwise.

She let out a low giggle of excitement when he flipped her over on her back; she lifted her eyebrow in amusement.

"Why Mr. Simms… I didn't know you had it in you,"

Tyler grinned, "You'd be surprised,"

Penelope grinned when his mouth fell on top of hers. She had been very surprised, pleasantly surprised at his aggression and his forwardness. She hadn't expected that at all.

Now she lay next to him, his arm draped over her bare middle, his soft hair brushing against her nape and his face buried in to her shoulder. It felt nice to be held, she decided. She missed the feeling of being wanted; of being held.

"Nel," His voice was low, she pulled the covers a bit and he smiled against her bare skin, "You awake?"

"Yeah," She stared ahead in to the darkness.

Was it wrong that she wished these were Chase's arms around her? Was it wrong that she was using Tyler? She did feel a bit strange, she hadn't felt remorse or guilt since she started this, but for some reason, she did now.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Tired," She whispered resting back in to his arms, pressing her body closer to his. "You know how to wear a girl out…" She grinned feeling his soft fingers circling patterns on to her hip.

It wasn't a lie; for once. He did know how to wear a girl out. The girls around Spenser did not know what they were missing by going after Reid instead of him. Reid had more tricks, Tyler was more business. It was a nice contrast.

"I should say the same for you,"

She grinned falling asleep in his arms, feeling almost protected, or safe. She knew it wasn't possible, not with Chase looming over them. She had dreamed that night, but little did she know that so had Tyler.

"Tyler…" Someone was whispering his name. He was standing at Marblehead, what was he doing here, and what was he doing alone? He looked around, fog rolled in from the woods, the cliff, you couldn't see the edge of it. He was a bit scared. "Tyler…"

And then there was someone saying his name. It sounded like a female's voice. It sounded almost familiar. Was it Sarah? "Tyler…" He shook his head, definitely not Sarah. He listened this time the voice seemed more panicked, "Tyler!"

He whipped around looking for the source; he walked forward, the edge of the cliff coming to view. That's when he saw it. His heart stopped. There was a man and he was holding Penelope, she was tied up, her bare feet right at the edge of the cliff.

"Reid?" His best friend's name fell off of his lips when the man turned around. He was in the form of his best friend, the blonde gave that infamous smirk that only he could give.

"Tyler, please help me," Penelope was crying, tears streaming down her face as she stared at Reid in horror. "He's crazy!" She cried.

"Crazy?" Reid mocked with a wicked grin. "Deranged, I think that's better suited,"

Tyler took another step towards Reid and the blonde's gloved hand fell on Penelope's shoulder. He made a tisking sound, barely audible over Penelope's sobs.

"Now, now brother," He mocked again. "Take another step and your precious girlfriend plunges off the cliffs to her doom…"

Tyler's jaw clenched as he watched Reid's eyes. They hadn't faltered, but they weren't the same color blue. He shook his head, trying to wrap his head around this. Reid Garwin had blue eyes the color of crystal, the eyes he was staring in to were a murkier color blue.

This wasn't Reid, he decided.

"Great deduction, Tyler…" The blonde morphed in to the last person Tyler ever expected to see again.

His breath caught in his throat, "Chase?"

The man gave him a manic smirk, and glanced over at Penelope, Tyler's face etched with worry as he noticed Chase use so loosely in front of her, Chase came closer to the younger boy, "Don't worry, she knows…"

With that he gave Penelope a shove and she went over the edge. Her screams echoed in his ears and Tyler's mouth fell open; he could do nothing but stare at Chase in complete disbelief. Gaining his own composure, he pushed the older man aside and jumped after her, willing his Power to make him soar down to catch her.

Only his Power didn't come. He couldn't use. He felt panic run over him, the fog started to clear and he could see her falling, falling to her death. They were falling to their death.

Tyler snapped out of bed, sweat was pouring off of his naked body, as he took a deep breath. His breathing was shallow. His blue eyes searched the room to find nothing, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he searched the room for his clothes. He pulled on his track pants, and found his shirt.

Penelope felt the extra weight on the bed lift, her eyes opened slowly and she noticed Tyler was throwing his things in his bag, sweat emanating off of his chest.

"Tyler," Her voice was laced with sleep.

"Shh, go back to sleep…" He instructed stopping to look at her.

"Where are you going?" She asked him, propping herself up on her elbow.

"I just, I have to get back to my dorm… just go back to sleep ok…" He leaned over and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips before heading to her door and leaving.

Penelope fell back in to her pillows and sighed, what the hell had happened? Tyler looked seriously spooked when she woke up and spoke to him. She rested her head against the backboard.

"What the hell happened?" She wondered aloud.

As if on cue, she noticed Chase in the depths of her darkest corner; his eyes were as black as coals. Her heart dropped and she stared at him in complete and absolute shock.

"What did you do, Chase?"

Sexy Tyler, I love a sexy Tyler... don't you? Please R&R... it makes it all worth while.