Lightning - Troyler AU

Chapter 5: First Day

Troyes POV

I woke up to the feeling of literal drowning. I thought I was dreaming it, I really did, but of course I was wrong if I'm going to room with Caspar. He was standing over me, balancing on the latter with an empty bucket that was filled with water seconds before hovering over my face. He had poured the entire bucket on me.

I sat up, wheezing and coughing, trying to get the excess water out of my lungs. The background noise to my near-death was purely just Caspar's laughter, so I turned slightly, just to give myself enough force to punch him in the stomach. He fell to the ground, groaning once he landed and trying to catch him breath from the floor that winded him.

"You're a dick." I breathed out, leaning over my bed to see him on the ground- grinning as I peered at his pained shape.

I heard a faint laughter and I looked across the room, trying to find the source. Laying on the top bunk directly across from me, was Tyler, giggling his pants off. Right when we made eye contact he looked away, cheeks flushing. If things keep going this way, I will have 0 restraint to kiss him senseless by the end of the school year.

I hopped out of bed, stepping around Caspar who has still been to lazy to get up. "Class starts in 30," said the body on the floor. Just enough time to get ready. I grabbed my clothes hanging in the closet and jumped into the shower.

Caspar started banging on my door shortly after I showered and changed, putting the finishing touches on my hair. "Hurry up, you don't own the place!" he yelled, clearly annoyed.

"You poured water on me while I was sleeping!" I countered, finishing my hair. I opened the door, glaring at him while I left the bathroom and grabbed my books. Though I woke up thinking I'd have time to spare, I was wrong. History starts in 5 minutes and it's all the way across campus. At least Connor's in my morning class to make it less dreadful.

While rushing to my first class, I was forced to dismiss the hundreds of girls trying to flirt with me once again. This was nothing new, but it didn't make me feel any less guilty. I tend to feel bad for lots of things, including turning down girl after girl because of my sexuality. As far as they know, it's because I'm popular- and apparently popular people are hard to get. Which also isn't true, by the way. Your social status does not define how easy you are to 'get'.

I arrived to class with 30 seconds to spare, introduced by the board indicating the new teacher's name. Mr. Green. I slid into a seat next to Connor just as Mr. Green started to talk, nodding my head towards him in a silent form of greeting to make sure not to interrupt the teacher.

"Hello, class. I'm Hank," he spoke, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, "But, that's Mr. Green to you. I'll be your teacher for this semester." The class mumbled a faint hello, exhaustion seeping into our voices from how little we were used to waking up early from summer holiday. He grinned, maybe he would be a nice change to all the asshole teachers I've had to deal with in the past here. "I'm going to start attendance."

He called name after name, though I wasn't really noting who I would be spending this class with. Usually my classmates end up being really boring, or not boring enough. Either they care too much about their grades or, again, not enough. Also, it's hard working with people- especially girls, they are always staring at me instead of actually doing the work. The worst part about this is that guys think I'm a total dick for rejecting every girl's offer and automatically assume I'm stuck up, which doesn't help in the dating process on my end at all. I looked up at Hank abruptly when I recognized a name coming from his mouth.

"Tyler Oakley?" I looked around the room. I had absolutely no idea he would be in this class. Where is he? I can't see him. Maybe the attendance is wrong? Or is it possible that-