Know Who I Am (Troyler AU) [Discontinued]

Chapter One - I Walk a Lonely Road

Tyler's POV

It was early on a Monday morning in April when I was awoken by the maid, Catherine, screeching at me. She's one of the few maids in this house to treat me like a human. Catherine's an older woman, about 45 years old with short blonde hair that's beginning to go grey, I like her, she's not timid like the others workers.

"Tyler! Get up!" She screeched, what a nice wake up call.

"Catherine? What time is it?" I groaned, rolling over and burying my face in my pillow, "Fucking hell..." I mumbled as my eyes began to drift closed again.

"Boy don't make me drag you out of bed! Get up. You have school in an hour." Catherine said, pulling the duvet off my half naked body. I whimpered at the loss of comfort and then the words registered in my head. School. Great.

Dragging myself out of bed, I inwardly groaned. I hated school. It was a boring place full of spoilt rich bastards that are prejudice and cruel. I mean, I'm a spoilt rich bastard too but at least I'm nice. I go to a private school, it's my last year as I've just turned 18 but after that my parents are expecting me to go to College for years to become a lawyer. I wonder what they'd say if they knew I wanted to become an actor or a comedian? Actually scratch that idea. I'd probably be disowned if I told them that. My mum's a top business woman in the city, she earns hundreds of thousands of dollars a year and my dad's head of the police department, who is extremely respected and feared.

I grabbed my school bag after checking my uniform (yes I have to wear a uniform to school) and fixing my hair and made my way down the many stairs in my house. The only people that live here are me, my parents and our employees, why we need all this space I don't know, I'd prefer a small cosy cottage over this boring mansion any day.

After a huge breakfast my driver, John, a man in his mid thirties, drove me to school - if I had my way I would've driven myself.

As John pulled up next to the school I quickly got out and made my way up the steps. The quicker this day passes, the closer I am to graduating.

"Hey Ty!" I stop at the familiar British accent and turn to see my best friend, Dan, making his way towards me. People from all over the world come to this school, it costs $15,000 a year and we're taught to be cruel and egotistical, yet it's considered 'one of the best schools in the western world.' Bullshit. But anyway, due to this, most of my friends are British. I looked up at Dan who was smirking at me and I rolled my eyes, I wasn't in the mood for this.

"What Dan?" I snapped at him, he looked taken aback and I almost felt guilty until he laughed.

"God what's up with you? Is it that time of the month?" He joked.

"Fuck off Dan." I said, turning to walk away.

"What's up with Tyler?" My other friend, Marcus (another Brit), asked as he came over to join Dan. "Is he pissed he's still a virgin?"

I growled, they were pissing me off. Why can't they just leave me alone? "You can fuck off too, Marcus!" I yelled, and it was at that point the head teacher decided to walk past.

"Mr Oakley! Language like that will not be tolerated at this school! You should know that by now. Come with me now please." Ms Scott hissed at me, dragging me away from my friends and through the front doors of the school. Ms Scott and I have a mutual relationship. She hates me and I hate her, always have and always will. She was about 55 with grey hair pulled back into a tight bun and cruel grey eyes.She was tall and skinny and had stupidly long nails that dug into your arm when she dragged you to her office
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"Sit down." She ordered when we finally entered her office. I hated this place, the floor had dark brown floor boards and the walls were painted a dark green colour. the windows let hardly any light in and the dark colours contributed to the darkness. The room was big without much furniture. There was a dark wooden table at the far end of the table with a large throne-like chair behind it and 3 black leather armchairs on the other side of the table. Behind Ms Scott's throne was a fireplace and a large painting of her face (yuck). Other than the table and chairs there were a few cupboards and drawers around the edge of the room, and finally there was a large black rug in the centre of the room. I took a seat in the armchair in the middle.

"Can you explain why you felt it was necessary to use that kind of language on school grounds? Surely your parents have taught you better than that." Ms Scott asked.

"My friends were annoying me." I shrugged.

"So not only were you rude, you were rude to your friends?"

"Yes." Obviously.

"Excuse me?" Is she serious?

"Yes ma'am." I replied through gritted teeth.

"Well we got there eventually," She said sarcastically, God I hate her. "I think you'll be spending your lunchtime with me today, won't you Mr Oakley?"

"Yes ma'am." I mumbled, looking down at my feet. she stood up, and signalled for me to do the same. She walked me over to the door and held it open for me.

"Go on then," She said, and then her tone softened a little,"You really should be more grateful for what you have Tyler, there's lots of kids who would love to have what you have, just remember that." I rolled my eyes, who'd wanna live like this?

"Okay ma'am." I said as I left her office, I then made my way to my first lesson, biology. Well at least I'll get to see my friends. God I hate this place. Why would anybody want this kind of life?

AN: I don't really know what to say... Hi! I'm Freya and this is my first ever Troyler story! Actually it's my first ever story on Wattpad!! I'm really excited to write this because I have a lot planned😊

I've had both chapter 1 and 2 written for about 4 months, but I've only now have the courage to post it! But I wouldn't have been able to without the help of my best friend Liz! You're so amazing Lizzy! I love you so much! (Her user is friz_troyler )

Anyway I hope you've enjoyed reading and stay tuned because I'll be posting chapter 2 on Monday! Please comment whether you liked it or not - I love feedback!

This chapter is named after the song 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams' by Greenday (each chapter will be named after a song lyric or title)

The picture I've attached is Tyler's house 😊

And if you want to follow my Twitter it's @FreyaAsker :)

Thanks again for reading!
-Freya xxx