Never Fall In Love

Meet Tyler Ford. He's a 20-year-old guy living the life. But he has a dark secret. He's a terrorist, trained to make bombs. One day, he'll bring the end to America, all because of a grudge from 10 years ago. He's the most intelligent terrorist for miles around...who would've known he would break the biggest rule to being a terrorist?

"Never Fall In Love" is a novel about the struggles of letting go and letting love bring you out of the dark.

 

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"Alright folks, are you ready for lift-off?"

I almost screamed no but in the next moment, my life ended.

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"Tyler, we need you at my place tomorrow night," José said, flicking the back of my head.

"How many times do I have to tell you to quit that?!" I yelled.

"I told you, it's a family tradition to greet people that way."

"There's no such TRADITION. I looked it up so just cut it out."

"Fine. Just come over tomorrow at 9."

I rolled my eyes. "No."

José flicked me again. "Why? You outta' the business now? Come on, you're the best bomb-maker there is around. I promise I'll try not to flick you again."

"José, shut the f*** up, okay? All you're saying is bullshit." I turned back around, but still felt him staring at me. After a whole minute of awkward silence, I turned back around. "What do you want?!"

When I turned around, I felt a sharp, stinging pain spread around my nose.

"Got you!" José laughed and kissed his fingers in reward of the successful flick.

"I'll go, I'll go!" I yelled, "Just leave me alone, okay?"

José smiled in triumph. "I always knew you were a true terrorist."

"Shut up," I growled.

Allow me to explain. My name is Tyler Ford. That's not my real name, of course, but you'll never figure that bit out. My parents moved to America with me when I was 2. That was back in 1994. I'd never known they were suicide bombers.

"You'll take the second flight with your uncle," I recall my father saying.

"Dad, you look mad," I'd said then, "I hope you become happier after we go to America!"

"Just go wait for your uncle, son."

"Okay. Have a safe trip!"

Both my parents and about 100 or more passengers died in that accident. Or, I thought it was an accident until my uncle informed me 10 years later that my parents had caused that accident. I blame America. That country caused the hatred that grew in my parents. America killed my parents.

I'm now an expert bomb-maker. My uncle taught me how to build, set, and be able to get past airport security with bombs before he died. My uncle was the expert. He'd lived in the US for 40 years and was a successful pilot, flying for UNITED Airlines. On the outside, he seemed like a patriotic man, wanting to work for Americans and reciting the Pledge of Allegiance every morning. However, he was a scheming maniac that targeted every single American in the US. In the end, he set a bomb in an airport restroom and an airplane restroom. 5,000 people died, including him. Terrorists new in the business, called rookies, see him as a hero. I don't know what I think of him. I know that I saw him as a father. I look up to him, but I want to become an even better terrorist than him – one that can shatter Americans when they speak my name. I want to become powerful.

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"Please tighten your seat belts and enjoy the ride."

"Renee," I heard Amanda's voice. Looking over at her, she gestured towards the two straps laying on my lap. "Your seatbelt."

"Uh yeah, how do they work...?" I asked. I was shaking like I'd been trapped in Antarctica nude for 5 years. You would know this was my first flight just by looking at me.

Amanda laughed and leaned over to give me a hand. Then, right across the aisle, I saw him.

"Total hottie alert, 911," I whispered to Amanda.

Amanda and I have been friends for years so I knew she'd whip that head around faster than anyone could say "chill". What I didn't know was that I'd get a mouthful of hair.

"Amanda!" I yelled loudly, spitting her hair out. Oh man, that was too loud. Everyone in the airplane was looking at me now – even the hottie. Luckily, he didn't seem to see me spitting my hair out and didn't laugh (as others did). He just turned back to the manual he was reading. Wait – manual?! He was reading the SAFETY MANUAL? I almost burst out laughing. Even if it's my first time flying, I'm not reading the manual! Still, he looked so interested. So intelligent, so...so sexy...

Suddenly his head whipped up and he looked in my direction. But he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at...

Amanda. She'd said something that was drowned out by the sound of my heartbeat.

"Oh, really?" He said, "Sorry, can't go."

"Why?" Amanda said, twirling her red hair around her fingers, "We're both headed to California...come to the party with us!" And then, she pulled the last straw. She pretended to drop her phone and leaned down to pick it up, revealing her full cleavage in front of the hottie that I found.

"Ama –" I started, but was cut off.

"I'm sorry, but I am really not interested." And with that, hottie left. He just got off the airplane and left. I would understand if this was a bar or something, but this was an airplane that you spend your MONEY on. The plane took off after that.

I wondered if I'd ever see him again.

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Can I not study the safety manual in peace? The first time I sneaked into an airplane and was studying the manual, a guy came over and told me I was sitting in his seat. I said that my flight was the next one and I'd messed up. So I couldn't study the manual one bit. I don't usually go through with the flights anyway; I get off before they can take off. But please, can I get some peace while studying?

"Amanda!" I heard a woman's voice and turned across the aisle to see a girl spitting red hair out of her mouth. The girl had brown hair and deep green eyes. She looked horrified that I was looking in her direction so I looked away.

"Hey," I heard the redhead say, "There's a huge party in L.A. this Friday. Let's go together."

"Oh really?" I said, "Sorry, can't go." I needed to study this manual and time was running out before lift-off.

"Why?" The redhead said, twirling her red hair around her fingers, "We're both headed to California...come to the party with us!" She pretended to drop her phone (how obvious can you be?) and leaned down to pick it up, revealing her double D's. They were luscious and full – just the way I like them. Hey, I'm a guy too – I don't just turn away in given situations. But I tried my best and tore my eyes away from her breasts.

"I'm sorry, but I am really not interested," I said, leaving the plane. It was about to lift off. Great.

I hoped I'd never see them again.

 

What's bypass? Sorry, noob here lol

 

ATTENTION: School is about to start so I will be posting once a week (every Saturday). Thank you for your patience!

 

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Renee

"Whatever," Amanda said, flipping her hair, "It doesn't matter who found him first; it's about who makes the first move."

"I was interested."

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AN: Sorry it took so long guys. School is so stressful already and since I'm kind of slow so I usually take longer to study. ㅠ_ㅠ Enjoy this chapter! As an apology, I'll release the next chapter tomorrow! Sound good?

"So?" Amanda smirked and I was reminded of the moment she stole my boyfriend 3 years ago.

Back then, I'd been horrified. I remember asking Todd to come over. A few minutes later, Amanda asked if she could come over. I said yes of course, she was my best friend.

It had been awkward when Amanda came over. Todd got quiet and Amanda kept telling me her throat was dry and she needed some water.

"You know where it is," I'd said, "Get it yourself."

"Renee! Please Renee, I ran yesterday and my legs are sore."

I'd sighed and left the room. What a huge mistake.

When I came back, I hovered outside of the living room, wondering if I should've gotten Todd some water too. That's when I heard it.

"Todd, oh Todd," I heard Amanda's voice.

"Mmm, yeah baby?"

That was Todd's voice. He'd called Amanda baby.

I peeped around the corner, hoping I'd made a mistake, I'd gone deaf, anything but the truth.

But there, on my living room couch, Todd and Amanda were having sex.

Yeah, I always knew that Todd liked big tits and I was always a little self-conscious about that, but who would've known he'd cheat on me because of his strange fetish? I mean, it's just a cup size, right?

I hid behind the wall and closed my eyes again but I kept hearing it. The sound of my couch creaking, the sound of their groans mixed together, and I heard it when they both climaxed.

It wasn't until they spoke that I regained my complexion.

"What if Renee sees us?" Todd asked.

"I was thinking about letting her find out today anyway," Amanda said, "I feel kinda' guilty...but not enough to let you go..."

"Aw, baby..." Todd cooed.

"Just focus on me today," Amanda said. "She'll be back soon anyway."

"But if she sees us like this..."

"I want her to know you're all mine."

I lost control then. I took the water and poured it all over Amanda's head. I shouted at Todd to stop protecting her when he shielded her from my sharp fingernails.

I'd kicked them out – nude. Yep, I took their clothes and threw them away. If they were going to fück in my living room, then they should at least have the decency to leave their clothes on the floor. However, it seems they didn't realize Todd's coat knocked down my lamp, shattering it to pieces in their little heated moment.

I remember them standing in the rain together naked, pleading me for their clothes. But I wanted to humiliate them.

Amanda and I made up after she broke up with Todd – he cheated on her with a girl who had E cups.

"Renee! You in there?" I heard Amanda's distant voice bringing me back to present day, "I'm sorry, okay? Just don't give me the cold shoulder."

"Okay but the next hottie I find is mine," I said.

"You know it!" Amanda winked.

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Tyler

"You really came, Tyler!" José yelled from the other side of the room.

"Yeah," I said. I was still pretty pisséd about not being able to study the flight manual.

"So are you gonna' show me all the little twists and turns? The cool stuff in making a BOMB?!" José asked excitedly.

I laughed. "Uh, okay let me think...no."

"Wait, but –"

"Thinking some more...still no! What a surprise, right chico?" I laughed.

"Don't you dare call me chico you little shît."

Yeah, I feel bad. I mean, José isn't even Mexican. He doesn't even look Mexican. He has curly blonde hair and big blue eyes. He has a lot of freckles too. He was adopted by a few terrorists back in 1996 and then joined the terror train. I guess that family tried to pretend they weren't middle-eastern and covered it up by saying they were Mexican (it's less suspicious), giving all of their children Mexican names. José tells me he looked Mexican when they adopted him. He had darker hair and really tan skin (well, he's still pretty tan). But if you were to look at him now, he looks like a typical white surfer. He gets all the girls. As for me, not so much. I mean, José says I look better than him because I have broader shoulders and my stomach is more chiseled (how the heck did he see my stomach?!). He says that girls love angled jawlines like mine and always whines about how my eyebrows are thick and make my eyes look "deep". Don't worry, he's not gay. He loves tîts too much to give up girls. He's just always looked up to me. He says that maybe if I stopped studying so much, I'd find a girlfriend. Right. Note the sarcasm.

"Hey," I heard a voice behind me and two slender arms snaked around my waist.

"The hell?" I tried to twist and turn around, but dang, these arms were keeping me in place. Was this a guy? What kind of girl is this strong?

And then I realized.