Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2018 12:26:57 -0700
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Tyler and Ryan

Hey guys!!

Another highschool story. Love a romance. Hope you will love it too.

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TYLER AND RYAN
CHAPTER ONE

"THIS IS INCREDIBLE!! Kingston High has come from being 2-0 down, looking
totally out of the game and Tyler Greene has dragged them right back in!!
What a game! The opposition looks face smashed! Now...can they win?? Just
pass the ball to Tyler Greene!"

"Man, I can't believe Kingston is back in this. Fuck sake. I'm gonna lose
the bet now," sixteen year old Ryan moaned to his best friends Juan and
Kirsty in the Mexican restaurant that they were watching the local
provincial soccer tournament on TV. He was depending on that money and for
a good while it

looked like Kingston High was going to take the win. What with being 2-0 up
until the fucking 82nd minute. That was until that idiot wanker Tyler
Greene decided to make his rich ass even more well known with two goals
within minutes. Juan and Kirsty didn't understand. No one did. He really
needed that money. That was all he had for the groceries this week. Money
that he had to earn the hard way working at MacDonalds (In South Africa
legal age for earning minimum wage is sixteen) for the past few months. He
wasn't rich like them. And make no mistake, he'd rather be with Juan and
Kirsty than any other people to hang with, but his financial situation has
become a real problem. Even though they would never say it, but always when
they made plans to chill somewhere, it always had to be some place that
Ryan could afford to go. He didn't wanna hear or accept them paying for
him. That simply wasn't an option. He's name was

Ryan, not Charity.

"OHH!! CROSSBAR!" Juan shouted as Ryan snapped back to the here and now. He
saw the replay. The midfielder of Lassiter's had created a simply
magnificent pass over to Tyler Greene and the teenage striker had missed a
total sitter, knocking the ball against the wooden bars around the
goalposts. It so very nearly was 2-3 and his immediate life would be in
total financial ruin. Well...not by much, but still. Ryan himself, was a
fanatical soccer player. He was good. He knew that he was their school's
star player, just like

Tyler Greene was to Lassiter's. Only difference was that Tyler had been
snapped up by the Premier League. He played weekly for Lassiter City and
they sat in sixth place thanks to the aging defenders of the league simply
not knowing how to deal with Greene's devastating pace and natural ability
to score goals. He already had clogged up 13 goals for Lassiter, but at
only sixteen years himself, Tyler still had school in front of him. He
never let down his team at highschool level, even though he was a Premier
League star player. That was one of the things that Ryan secretly admired
about Tyler but he would never say it. Tyler was a spoilt rich kid with too
much damn money to splash around every day of his fucking life. He, Ryan,
had to do seven hours shifts serving burgers and fries to hungry
customers. Yeah...life sucked. Especially if you were poor.

"All over buddy, you owe me," he heard Juan say next to him.

"What? No way dude, the match ended 2-2, didn't it?"

Juan looked at Kirsty and Ryan immediately saw the look the two gave each
other. Kirsty quickly grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

"Yeah...yeah it did. Let's just leave the bet, shall we? Since its my turn,
I'll just go pay for the Taco's and then we can leave..."

"Juan, what was the score?"

Juan looked a little constipated at the question.

"I told you, it ended in a draw, so we both lose, you owe me nothing."

Ryan stood up and grabbed the remote.

"Ry, please don't do that.. " Kirsty tried and failed to stop him. Ryan
switched on the TV and saw the final moments of the match and interviews
with the players. Tyler Greene had won and SCORED a last minute penalty to
win the game for Lassiter's by 3 goals to 2.

"Mate..."

Ryan reached into his trousers and pulled out a twenty. He gently placed it
in front of Juan and quietly left the restaurant. He heard both Juan and
Kirsty call after him but he pretended not to hear them. Afterall, in a few
hours, he had another shift in McDonalds to prepare for whilst hi two best
friends would probably go to a movie or snuggle with each other at Kirsty's
house. He hated feeling like this, it wasn't their fault his life sucked
balls. He couldn't help how he felt. They were his two best friends in the
whole world...and at that moment he had nothing to say to them.

****

Tyler Greene was alone in the locker room after the match when he saw it. A
piece of paper stuck to the inside of the locker he had used that
afternoon. Probably another love letter from a so-called hot girl. Fuck
that. But hey...what the girls didn't know couldn't hurt them, right? How
were they supposed to know that instead of fantasizing about the likes of
Megan Fox and Selena Gomez, he dreamed about Chris Hemsworth...Lionel
Messi...Shaun Mendes...Tyler shook his head and shoved the letter into his
jacket pocket. He didn't have time to grow a boner inside the locker room
of all places. Anyone could walk in here and see him. The last thing he and
his growing reputation could afford right now was that it became public
knowledge that Tyler Greene was gay. He was making it big in the Premier
League for fuck sake. He

had the respect of the same men he grew up watching play and win
trophies. He was the youngest player in the Premier League and he had
already scored thirteen goals, making him the current third highest goal
scorer. He had to suppress his feelings. He couldn't allow it to get out
that he was a queer. He didn't wanna be. Damn...how much did he wanna be
straight and screw girls every night...but the moment he thought about a
pussy and sticking his tongue or dick anywhere near inside there, any
desire he might have had just vanished like opposition defenders when he
took to the field. He wanted a guy. He wanted a man's arms around him. In
the sport that he

was into, that just simply was never gonna happen.

Tyler ran his fingers through his short, black hair whilst experiencing
just a little twinge of pain inside his chest. Never...never was a long
time. Awfully long to a sixteen year old. He just had to act straight, find
a girl, any girl, and be what he HAD to be. What was there left to do? He
couldn't give all of this up?!? He saw his dad waiting for him
outside. Damn. He had to make time to go for his learner's license. The
press would be all over him if they knew his dad still had to pick him up
after matches.

"Hey mate! Well done on that hattrick! Even though you totally dived to win
that penalty," his dad said with a little laughter in his voice.

"Oi, I did not dive at all! The guy tripped me inside the box, that was
totes fair and square, Dad. Sorry if you're a loser because you went to
Kingston as a kid," he yelled jokingly back at his dad. The two of them had
a wonderful father/son relationship. Something that most definitely would
be lost for ever if his father ever found out he liked other boys and
preferred the touch of another dude to that of a girl.

"Yeah whatever. There was a small package for you in the post today. It
looked important. I put it on your desk, yeah? What do you want for dinner?
Mom said it

was okay to get take out tonight."

"She totes owns your ass, Dad."

That remark got Tyler a slap to the back of his head.

"You choose, striker boy. KFC or MacDonald's?

"We had KFC last week, remember? And it gives me heartburn."

"Micky D's it is then."

*****

"Order number 765! Order number 765! Oh, here it is. You want serviettes
with that? Cool. Thanks. Next!"

"Yeah, I'd like to order four cheeseburgers and Coke's please."

"Sure, sir. You want fries with that?"

It was a little busier than usual. Perhaps because it was a Saturday night
after all. People were too lazy and had too much money. They'd rather waste
it on takeout than use said money to cook their families a decent healthy
meal. Ryan might have worked in MacDonald's but he never ate their meals
himself. He was in top form for his school's soccer team and

maybe, just maybe, someday, there would be a talent scout at one of his
matches and if he managed to impress them, he couldn't be addicted to
grease and fatty cheesefries. He quickly casted hisneyes over the bunch of
teen boys in the back. They were munching on their Big Mac's and wolfing
down their drinks all while talking about Man United's win over Man City so
damn loud that it could be heard in front at the service counter. How badly
did he wanna join them and discuss his favourite sport. Alas. He had to
work. He got the large order for cheeseburgers out as quickly as he could
and accepted the tip he was given graciously. A few more minutes flew by
before there was a small commotion outside of the restaurant.

"What's going on?" Lisa, his co-worker asked as she stood on her toes
trying to see whatt was happening.

"Probably another fight between drunks like the other night. Not our
problem. We have people to serve."

Like running outside to see what the noise was all about was gonna help him
pay his rent due at the end of next week. Lisa did this job because her
rich daddy decided that his little girl needed some cash of her own as she
was bleeding him dry. It made him so mad thinking she was taking away this
job from someone who could really use the money. But he knew that saying
something and voicing his feelings wasn't gonna help anyone. Let alone
himself. He had to get

his head down and do his job and then finally go home to get enough sleep
for school. If he stopped being a sporting asset for his school, it was
goodbye scholarship and that wasn't a fucking option.

"Three Big Mac Meals, please. Can you make it an Energade for mine instead
of a soft drink?"

"Sure, sir. I'll just type that in..."

Fuck.

No.

Couldn't be.

Nah...

Okay, it was.

That must have been what the noise was all about.

Tyler Greene was standing before him, looking like a normal teenage boy who
wanted a triple order of Big Mac's. Ryan's finger froze on its way to the
computer to type in Tyler's order. The other boy rolled his eyes and leaned
onto the counter, looking Ryan straight in his eyes.

"Dude...snap out of it. I'm Tyler Greene, yes. I'm also hungry. Can you get
my food, please?"

His fingers melted from the frost they were covered in and were replaced by
a sheer touch of anger and

irritation. Who the hell did this fucker think he was? Without lookin at
Tyler he punched in the order, took the money off of the teenager and gave
him his change, as well as his order slip.

"Next!"

But there was no customers to serve. Like bees flocking to their queen,
almost every single person had latched onto Tyler, asking him questions,
taking selfies with him, girls going crazy over the boy.

"If he was three years older I'd also be all over him. Yuo gotta admit,
Tyler Greene has the looks of a model," Lisa said and patted Ryan on his
shoulder.

"Just because I happen to be gay, doesn't mean I cream my pants over every
guy I see," he said through shattered gums. This was nuts! He was beyond
pissed! All those people hanging onto Tyler Greene's every word was gonna
leave with him. They have already forgotten that they were in MacDonald's
for another reason than to ogle some Premier League soccer stud. All the
tips he could have gotten for all those would be customers...just
gone. Just like that. Because of ONE person.

Somewhere in between those thoughts he shuddered when he realised he
thought of Tyler as a soccer stud. Sigh. He was gay. Part of being gay was
to find other

guys attractive. And yes, Tyler was insanely hot but it didn't matter
either way because it would literally be a cold day in hell before
something would EVER happen between them. The ridiculousness of it all made
him smile. Tyler Greene gay?? What were the fucking chances?

****

Later that night Tyler noticed the package that his dad had told him
about. He switched off his DVD player and walked over to his desk. It was a
small package, neatly wrapped in brown paper. He tore off the paper and
stared at its contents in sheer confusion. A mobile phone? It was an
average prized device but for the life of him Tyler couldn't figure out
what it was for. The phone was switched off, and he turned it on. He saw
the screensaver...and nearly dropped the phone.

WHAT THE FUCK...

It was a picture of him kissing another bloke. Oh my god...where was that
even taken?? Worst part was the picture wasn't photo shopped. It was very,
very real. Apart from the normal apps that came with a standard WIFI
enabled smartphone, there was only one other app on the
desktop. WhatsApp. He immediately opened the app. No messages. No
contacts. At once, he heard the phone make a noice. Somebody must have
noticed this phone was online on WhatsApp and had sent a message. Was...was
someone watching

him? His blood ran cold as he read the words sent by a number he didn't
recognise.

"If you don't want this photo and more leaked to the press, meet me in
MacDonalds tomorrow. Bring a R1000 with you."

Well there you go. Some bastard was blackmailing him! Question was...who
was it? And WHERE the hell was that photo taken??"

****

"Your lover boy is back. Maybe he wants your number."

"Fuck off, Lisa."

As Ryan entered the main play area he indeed saw

Tyler Greene, back again. Lisa was full of crap. The guy was obviously
waiting for his latest girlfriend. He didn't have a drink or food with
him. Maybe he should go over and find out if he wanted anything. It was his
job after all. Why he was nervous, fuck knew. Tyler was just another
customer he was forced to serve.

"Hey...can I get you anything?"

Tyler looked up. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he clearly didn't get
enough sleep the previous evening. He clutched his phone so tight, it
seemed as if

someone would steal it at any minute. Luckily it was a late Sunday
afternoon and MacDonalds was not busy at all. The look Tyler gave him made
his skin stand on end.

"Who are you?"

Was there some sort of accusation in that question?

"I work here. Can I get you..."

"It's you. You. You sent me the message! It's you who wants to ruin my
fucking life!" Tyler hissed out of the corner of his mouth. Now Ryan really
didn't know what the fuck was going on, but whatever it was, it just got
really weird.

"I'll just leave you alone..."

"No, you don't! You wanna ruin me? Come on! BRING IT ON!"

The handful of people that were inside the restaurant and had recognized
Tyler was starting to stare at them. A few whipped out their phones and
started recording the incident, some started taking pictures.

"Dude, lower your voice, people are looking..."

"To hell with them! You wanna blackmail me? You can get lost! I worked too
hard to watch you destroy EVERYTHING!"

Tyler grabbed Ryan and shoved him against the wall of the building as hard
as he could. It was as if something in Ryan's brain just snapped. A rich
boy like Tyler Greene, simply did not mess with a street smart former
homeless boy like Ryan Adams.

Ryan charged towards Tyler and shoved him back. The latter boy fell down
and glided a few meters on his back, thanks to the sheer force of the
push. Within seconds Ryan was on top of him, and NOT in a sexual way. He
totally lost control.

"You fucking rich boys think you can mess with me? Not gonna happen. I'm no
one's punching bag!" Ryan screamed before making his fingers into a fist,
preparing to totes smash this little celeb wannabe's

face in. Security suddenly burst into the restaurant and ripped Ryan off
Tyler before anything could happen. Tyler pushed himself away from Ryan as
fast as he could, and ran out of the restaurant. He knew he had created a
total scene but he was so sure the MacDonalds boy was the guy who wanted to
blackmail him. People hurried outside and kept on taking photo's on him. He
turned around and sped away, knowing he had probably just done his career
major damage.

****

"Are you sure, buddy? No charges against that boy who nearly beat you up?"

"No dad. The guy works at MacDonalds. I can't sue him. He has no money. And
it was me who made a mistake. I shoved him first. Its in ALL the papers and
on every social media app. I hate to think what Lassiter's is gonna say. I
really thought he was the guy who..."

Tyler's father saw a shadow creeping over his child's face.

"Guy who...?"

"Its nothing, Dad. No charges, no nothing. Just let the dude be. I have
bigger things to worry about."

****

"What?! They can't do that!"

"Well they just did, Tyler. Lassiter's High suspended you. For good. Your
name has been dragged through the mud as a violent thug who beats up
innocent people and the school wants NOTHING to do with you!"

"But Dad, what about the team? The Premier League?"

Tyler was close to crying as his father sat down next to him. He placed his
arm around his son, feeling the stress and different emotions going through
the boy.

"This is where things are looking a little better. They have also suspended
you..."

"The fuck?? You said it was good news!"

"...can you allow me to finish? It's Premier League rules, they have to
make an example of you. What you did was wrong. However, they are willing
to let you rejoin Lassiter's City in nine months time, on the condition,
that you finish your school year and get the highest marks
possible. Rebuild your good name and all that."

"Dad..how am I supposed to do that when I've been suspended from school?"

"There are plently of other good schools, Tyler. Lassiter's wants a
complete update of everything so they can report back to the media that you
are sorry and getting back on track. Once you're back in a school setup,
things will look better. You're a role model for loads of kids out there,
and you just nearly beat up someone. You have to make sure to send out the
message that you were wrong, but you're doing everything to make it
better."

"I guess. I just wanna play footy, Dad."

"You will. Now, let's find a school that's willing to take you."

****

"I'm sorry about the other day. When I lied that Lassiter's drew the game,
so you didn't have to pay me. I didn't use the money. You can have it
back. I want you to."

"Juan...dude! Can you let it go? Seriously?"

Every time someone comes up to speak with him he was afraid someone had
figured out he was the person with whom Tyler Greene was fighting with. His

identity had been kept out of the papers...but at a price. He had to leave
his job at MacDonalds. Management didn't want the fame or the attention
that the story bought and had to let him go. He had been searching for
another job without success. Not many people wanted to employ a sixteen
year old these days. He saw Kirsty running towards them at lightening speed
and was glad Juan had something other to occupy himself than feeling sorry
for his best friend.

"Guess what? You're not gonna shut up!"

"Did I leave the condom for your mom to see?"

"OH MY GOD.. REALLY?" Ryan felt he threw up inside his own mouth, just a
little.

"Sorry mate, anyway what's going on?"

Kristy shot a dirty look towards her boyfriend before looking over her
shoulder.

"You guys remember Tyler Greene?"

"I vaguely remember the piece of shit," Ryan said as he crunched into his
apple.

"He just enrolled here. He's gonna be in school with us! A real fucking
celeb like him!"

A half eaten apple fell silently onto the grass as Kirsty finished her
sentence.

****

THANKS FOR READING!!

How is Ryan gonna deal with Tyler going to the same school as him? How's
things gonna work on the soccer field with them two? And...who is
blackmailing Tyler...??

FIND OUT NEXT CHAPTER!!

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