Tyler started to go after him, but Isabella stopped him, “Will you stop,” she ordered.
“I don’t like you hanging around with him,” Tyler said.
“He’s my friend. What’s wrong with me hanging with my friend,” She said. He also thinks I’m his sister. She thought but decided to keep that part to herself.
“He likes you. I can tell,” Tyler declared.
Isabella laughed, “He likes me as a friend. He thinks of me as his little sister, it’s nothing serious,”
“Bullshit. I can tell just by the way he looks at you that he likes you. It’s not friendship and it damn sure isn’t the way a brother looks at his sister.” Tyler’s voice softened, he then placed his hands on Isabella’s shoulders. “Trust me I know what I’m talking about. I’ve seen that look before. I don’t like it.”
Isabella looked down, “I’
