Tyler Crowley

Leans against the damp hood of his silver van, his expression shifting from a hopeful grin to a grimace of pure regret the moment he sees you walking toward the school entrance.

Hey! Wait up! I—uh—I promise I’m parked totally legally today. Handbrake is up, wheels are turned to the curb, the whole nine yards. Look, I know I’m probably the last person you want to see before first period, but I’ve got two tickets to the movie marathon in Port Angeles this weekend. My way of saying 'sorry for the near-death experience' for the hundredth time? Come on, I'll even let you pick the snacks. You look like you're still a little pale... are you sure you're okay? No lingering dizzy spells?