Hello :D So...I took a waaay too long with this chapter. Sorry about :P Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the vampire diaries because if I did Jyler would have have happened a long time ago.

Tyler

I must've freaked him out. I couln't take my eyes of him. I wasn't looking at him, not really. I was just stuck. Lost in my thoughts. I was having a bad case of derealization. Everything felt strange. Even Jeremy. It's like I just met him. That I didn't really know him. Not like I thought at least. I feellike I just got to know him a bit and that there's more to know. Even his face seems so strange.

I always looked down at him. I look down at most people and to me it seemed like he desperatly wanted to be looked down on. At least he was being looked at. Latley I've noticed that he's been happier, and he's been trough all this? I guess nothing's worse than losing your both parents.

I always saw him as a little kid and now he suddenly seemed so much older. His face. I've never noticed his manly jaw line, the strenght in his eyes or his broad neck that weirdly fit to his baby face. The face I have wanted to damage so many times. I suddenly felt repulsive. All this was going on with people around me, espacially with Jeremy and I was fighting with him about such trival things. I was a dick. I don't understand how he could put out with all it. He's not weak and pathetic. No, he is a survivor. I'm the pathetic one. I feel sick with guilt.

I drove him home. We remainedsilent the whole ride. I felt his eyes on me now and then.

"You didn't have to drive me" He said hesitantly. "I could've just walked."

"I want to." was all that I could manage to say.

"Okay. Thanks" he answered.

"No problem."

We reached the Gilberts and as soon as I stopped the car Jeremy unbuckled. "Thanks again. Bye" Jeremy quickly blurted out and left without giving me a chance to answer. Well that wasn't weird or awkward, I thought to myself.

There's no one home, as expected. I take a vodka bottle and go up to my room. Although I hate people being in my room I don't mind coming home to a perfectly tidied one every day. Most people probably think I'm a sloppy jock that don't mind a messy room but I'm real neat freak. I always clean after myself and the little mess I leave in the morning the housekeeper takes care of. My room is pretty ordinary compared to rest of the house. I bit big maybe but not as flashy as my mother would have liked it. There's nothing particulary interastingin my room. Well I have some fotball trophies and a signed fotball shirt framed. I guess I could have hang some of my sketches. Most of my sketch books are kind of hidden, they're like a diary to me. I don't think anyone would torn out pages of their diary and hang them on the wall. It's not like I'm ashamed of it. It's just not a big deal. People think I'm a stupid jock, the spoiled mayor's son, a player. And I honsetly want to keep it that way. It's way better than the truth, the guy that draws out his feelings, the abused mayor's son. I've never been totally happy but this time I've really hit rock bottom. I don't know who to trust anymore. Can I trust Jeremy? Should I belive everything he said? I'm angry at myself, confused and most of all guilty. I've never felt this much guilt. I sit on my bead and drink.

Jeremy

Tyler left me feeling confused. Again. I really try to figure him out but he's to damn weird. What's with the staring. And the bipolar behaviour? One minute he's all chatty and next minute he can't bother to say a word. Well he got his questions answered, that's all he wanted anyways. It's not like he wanted to talk to me or hang out. That much was obvious. He's never been as nice as he was today, with the bipolarness included. At least he didn't strangle me. But he used me. Why does it bother me anyways? I've also used him to get information not only once but twice. I even told others what he told me. But it doesn't count as betrayal. We're not friends. Sometimes we talk, more than usual latley. We get along, thats all. I guess we could be good friends. But we're not and it's not likelythat we're gonna with our history. I've never had friends so why should i have now. I'm doing fine on my own. I don't even need Bonnie. Besides Tyler is'nt a kind of person one should want to be friends with. But why do I suddenly have the urge to be friends with him. To be honest I have for sometime now. I know it sounds weird but...there's just something about him.

Tyler

My sleep is disturbed by an annoyingloud sound. What is that? It's getting louder. Sounds like a vacuum-cleaner. Now the sound is just too loud. Is somone in my room? Is someone hoovering in my room while I'm sleeping? I open my eyes bluntley, anger bubbling inside of me. I jump up, expecting to find the source but no one's there. Still the sound is loud and clear. Fucking superhearing. To bad that my ability to ignore things didn't improve. I get out of bed and then I remeber. School. I look at the clock quickly. Shit it's 9 already. If I hurry I can make it to my next class in time. As I'm pacing to my closet i stumble on the bottle of vodka on the floor. It's empty. Shit, I drank that much? Weird, I don't have a hangover. Not the slightest hint. I don't feel drunk either. I could get used to this. I get into the shower. The water feels good. Even though I'm late I don't feel stressed. Matt probably waited a while for me this morning. I smile at the thought of that. That should make him stop the I-feel-guilty-so-I'm-gonna-stalk-you behaviour. But then again I kind of understand him. Feeling guilty sucks. I was so soaked my guilt yesterday I didn't even think about the things Jeremy told me. Caroline was keeping all that from me. The thought of her made me angry again. I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I brush my teeth as if I'm taking out my anger on the toothbrush. It breaks. "Great" I mutter to myself. Now I'm more angry. Take a hold of yourself Tyler. Focus. Ok, clothes and then school.

I made it just in time for my class. I wasn't able to focus. I was absorbing all the new information. Jeremy sure know alot. He answered all my questions but now I'm even more confused. One question I should have asked was why and how the hell he knows all this. He said he read about the werewolf curse in his ancestorsdiary, who by the way was not crazy if you ask me. But how did Caroline know about it. Dothe other vampires know about me? And why does he know about her. I'm starting to feel like maybe everyone in this town knew and I was the only one being left out. The thought gave me chills.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Tyler what's up with you? I've been calling you. It's time for lunch" Matt said.

"Oh sorry, I didn't hear you."

"It's ok, lets go."

We started walking to the cafeteria. I wonder if Matt knows anything. I glanced at him. Nah, If he was keeping anything from me I would've known. It's too much for Matt to handle, he has enough problems. If he was a part of all this he would have had a nervous breakdown already.

"What?" Matt asked when I looked at him for the second time.

"Nothing."

"Are you okay man, you seem somehow lost" Matt said, sounding concerned.

"I'm fine, just really hungry. I didn't have time to eat before school." I answered.

"You overslept?" Matt asked.

I smiled. "You weren't waiting again were you?"

"No" Matt answered, his voice high picthed. It's so obvious when he's lying

"Good"

The afternoon went by quickly. I'm glad it's over. I ate only a couple of hours ago but I'm already hungry again. No one's home at my place. I don't feel like eating alone. Matt has one class left and then a shift at the grill. If he's there I won't look like a total loser.

As I'm making my way out of the school building I see a fimiliar figure. Jeremy. I catch up to him.

"Hey Jeremy"

He turns to me. "Ah, hey" he says, suprised by my sudden approach.

"Are you busy?" I ask.

"Um, no...why?"

"Wanna grab something to eat at the grill?"

"Do you have amore questions?"

"No, I just want to hang out" Jeremy looks at me with disbelief. I hold in a laught and start grinning instead. He smiles.

"Um sure, why not." He finally answers.

I still had a lot of questions but I did not want them answered, not right now at least.

I'm trying to improve the way I write dialoges but It's kind of hard :/ And I have one question, do you think I have one p.o.v throughout the whole chapter or just keep it the way it is now?

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