remember me ➳ troyler au // SECOND //

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Tyler

12.01.15

11:10 a.m.

I enter the Drama room, smiling. "Hi, Mrs. Lancaster. I'm getting Troye?" I ask. Mrs. Lancaster invites me over to them two. I nod at her gesture and walk over to her.

"I'm gonna talk to Tyler alone, Troye. Go get ready to leave," she demands. Troye nods and Mrs. Lancaser looks at me. "He won't tell me what happened to his arm. What happened? Do you know?" She whispers. I stand there, not saying a word.

"W-Well, last week, a car hit him-" Mrs. Lancaster gasps.

"Oh my God... Then?"

"He got amnesia and he doesn't remember much. Don't be too hard on him, please," I beg. She nods.

"I'm sorry for you. Well, you two go have fun today." I walk over to Troye and we were about to leave the classroom, until Mrs. Lancaster shouts, "Have fun today, boys! Don't get into any car accidents-I mean trouble!" My eyes widen and I quickly leave the classroom with Troye.

12:22 a.m.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom," Troye announces. "Does anyone know where it is?" Everyone around us giggles.

"Let Tyler show you where it is," Tanya decides. I put down my lunch and nod. I get up from the seat and guide Troye to the bathroom. I follow him inside the building and he stands in front of the mirror. I watch him.

Troye lifts up his left sleeve and takes off the wrapping around his cuts. Oh.

He takes off the sleeve that was covered in some blood. I see Troye look up and down his arm, his jaw dropped. His eyes widened while looking at his scars.

"Tyler? What are these?" He asks like it was no big deal. I walk up to him closer, looking at all his scars. I was about to cry, but I just widened my eyes when I saw how many cuts he had on his arm. I didn't know it was that much... I take the wrapping out of his hand and quickly wrap it around his skinny arm. I push down his sleeve. Troye looks at me in confusion.

"Nothing. Just scars from a long time ago-"

"Wouldn't they be gone right now?" He interrupts. I was afraid that if I tell him about his cuts, he might start cutting again. I decided to not tell him for now and change the subject.

"Come on, I bet they're all wondering where we are," I say. I grab his arm and walk out of the bathroom, pulling him towards our table. We sit down at the table. Then, the lunch bell rings. I then get up and throw away both Troye's and my lunch. We both pick up our backpacks and so does the rest of the table and all of us walk to fifth period together.

2:08 p.m.

It was the last period of the day. Science. I brought Troye with me to the next period. In it, there was Gavin and Kevin. They see us and laugh at us. I sit down at an empty table with Troye and both Gavin and Kevin walk over to us.

"It's been a week since we've seen you, faggot number two. Where have you been? Waiting at home for Tyler so you can fuck him?" They both laugh. Troye looks at them in confusion. I scoot closer to him hugging his skinny arm in his black sweater. "Come on, Tyler. You can't stay with Troye forever."

"Who are they?" Troye asks me. I see Gavin and Kevin look at him, also confused. And then they slap him. Troye recoils and gasps.

"Why did you do that? There was no reason." They slap him again and the teacher walks in. He didn't see Gavin, though. He runs back to his seat. The lesson starts.