"C'mon shorty it's not that hard!" Tyler laughed, holding your book over your head with a bright smile. "Look, you just gotta gain a few inches. It's not that high." He leaned down and gave you a smug grin. Sure, he liked being an asshole to you but there's more to it. The second he saw you really getting upset and not just minorly annoyed he'd let you have the book and he'd ruffle up your hair. He likes you.

At first, he was a total jerk to you because of it, but then Taylor pointed out how much he was acting like those stupid boys on the playground who harass girls because they 'have a crush' and he'd shaped up. Now, don't get it twisted, his love language is and probably always will be acting like a pain in the ass.

"Just say please and I'll give it back! Put your pride aside, short stack," he was already lowering the book into your hands though. Never would he ever drive you away by being cruel. "You look good today uh... did you do something with your hair?" Tyler sent a little glance toward the group and cleared his throat.

He sat back against a locker and cleared his throat, "It's nice."