I think that there's more than enough mistakes in this one. Please forgive it? Continuation of Good Bye Promise. Not up to the sex yet, that will be the next chapter :)
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We sat down at a bench in Central Park, my excitement still bubbling within me.
"Wow, Tyler. This city it's.... it's beautiful. Thank you for taking me out. I really do appreciate it." I smiled wide at Tyler, a smile which he had returned, a smile that sent a pulse down to my core, causing me to become wet. I shivered.
"It was my pleasure. At least I got to take a pretty lady out. I couldn't be cooped up in that house any more."
I cocked my head to the side. "Oh, so you don't live in the dorms?"
"Well no, not exactly. Me and a bunch of the guys on the team live in one of the houses on campus. Still on school property just not as... restricting, I guess." He gave a half smile, I melted again.
Since our first meeting, Tyler had cut his hair and styled it up in a fauxhawk. It made his eyes an absolute force to be reckoned with. He was dressed in a plain white t-shirt, which showed the beginning of a sleeve of tattoos he was working on, something that I seemed to only have noticed that day. Tyler was also dressed in some long camouflage cargo shorts and white and green high top Adidas.
"I don't even know how old you are, anyway. So, how old are you Tyler?" I asked, giving him a warm smile. He laughed and straightened out his legs.
"Twenty-two. I'll be twenty-three in November. And just to answer a few more questions you might have: I am a grad student, working my way towards a Masters in Business. I was a bit of a slacker in high school and only got accepted into college on an Athlete's scholarship for the soccer team. But it's cool; I love the sport all the same. And what do I have to look forward to once these last two years of college are up and I finally have my Masters? Working for my dad's company. Honestly, the idea of having to have to go to work everyday in a suit just kind of kills me a little inside every time I think of it, but hopefully I'll be ready for it soon enough."
I smiled. He was perfect. In all of his simplicity- his complicated simplicity- he was perfect.
"And what about you?" he asked me, interrupting my thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Well, what about you? What's going on with your life?" I made an unsure laugh.
"Well... I'm eighteen. I won't be nineteen for another.... eleven months. I'm obviously an undergrad, but I plan to work towards my Masters, too. I'm currently majoring in Business, as well. Though it's Music Business, so I don't know if it's the same as you. I'm pretty much riding this thing out on a few small scholarships that I got here and there, student loans, parents help, and whatever other stuff I come across my time here. And the idea of having to have to go to work everyday in a suit would probably kill me too." Tyler laughed at the last comment.
Tyler moved in closer to me, his hand brushing mine. I looked at him, he was looking at me. He began to lean his head towards mine, but I pulled back, grabbing for my phone.
"Oh wow. It's almost five.... maybe we should head back to the campus? I mean, it's kind of a long cab drive, what with all the traffic..." Tyler cleared his throat and reluctantly pulled away.
"Yeah, sure. I guess we should get back."
Tyler helped me gather up some of my things and hailed a taxi so we could get back to the college campus.
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It didn't take me long to realize that Tyler was very popular on campus. The attention that he got from the various girls on campus was jealousy inducing, absolutely blood boiling. Granted, Tyler made sure I got his complete, undivided attention when I wanted it- and even at times when I wasn't trying to get his attention- but Tyler wasn't shy, either.
Being the star soccer player had its benefits, and one of those was that he got a lot of attention almost anywhere he went, both on and off of the campus.
