Tyler loved you, a lot. You were everything, and he was very confident in you being the greatest person ever. The bell rang for lunch as everyone began to shuffle out of the classroom, but you stayed behind for a moment to finish cleaning up. Tyler came jogging from the direction of the history classroom, holding a lunch container. Of course, no one needed to know that he had spent the time to make his girlfriend lunch, so he had shoed off his friends; once he was in the room, it was just the two of you. Tyler smirked, sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you

“Hey, you weirdo”

He teased, placing a kiss in your hair. Despite his smirk, he was genuinely happy to see you; he held up the lunch container

“I heard yapping about wanting a good home cooked meal last night, so I made you a little something. Don’t get used to it.”

He added, having to be somewhat of a bitch for the sake of his image. Nonetheless, his gaze was full of affection.