Different || Troyler AU

C H A P T E R : N I N E

•• Shy Angel ••

T R O Y E S POV:

Later that night the boys dropped me off at my house with a packet of cigarettes because they get them for free off their friend too, so why not take some?

They also said they would pick me up before school so they could drop me off since they go past my school to get to their works.

They said they'd pick me up too, and I felt wanted. Happy, almost.

So by the time I got home I was too tired to do much and I ended up sleeping in my clothes, and it wasn't very comfortable to say the least, but I was so tired I didn't care.

I had gotten the 'munchies' as they called it, but luckily I wasn't high enough to eat anything, otherwise I would be kneeling in front of the toilet right now.

It was morning now and I had just finished styling my hair, it didn't look good but what was to be expected, my quiff game was not up to Tyler's standards, I mean his quiff game was strong.

And once again I'm thinking of Tyler, I really need to stop.

I looked at myself, I had on the same pair of black jeans, a dark grey sweater which was a little over-sized, plus my normal converses.

I jumped at the beep that emitted from outside my home and quickly stuffed my cigarettes in my back pocket before running out and joining my new found friends in their beat up car.

"Hey Troye you good?" Luke asked me as I shut the door, I assume he was talking about getting high for the first time last night.

"Yeah I'm good, you?" I asked casually.

"He's good! The queens good! Everybody's good so let's all shutup and jam to greenday yeah?!" Michael yelled causing us to let out a chorus of yeahs as Michael drove off at top speed, I guess he liked to drive fast?

He blasted the radio and everyone was holding on for dead life as he made erratic turns and fast stops at red lights, he was a scary driver, but it was fun.

My wrist started to itch and I discretely itched it knowing no one would notice since they where all screaming the lyrics to a greeday song that must have been new.

I itched it through my sweater, but not hard enough to make it bleed again and I sighed at the feeling.

Soon enough we where at the school and I got out nervously after they stopped patting my back and whispering 'good lucks' like I was going to war, although admittedly maybe war was better.

Maybe.

The loud music caused basically everyone to turn and look and everyone seemed surprised to see my get out, I looked down not liking the attention.

"Bye Troye!" Ashton yelled from the car making me wave as the car swerved around the bend, I silently prayed that they wouldn't die from Michael's driving.

I felt a certain pair of eyes on me, and I knew who it was, I turned my head and my guessed where correct as I saw Tyler looking back at me with a curious look on his face.

He was probably wondering who those guys where.

I looked down, my shy nature coming back as I entered the school gates.

I made my way to my first class even though the bell hadn't rung yet, I wanted to choose my seat.

I say down at the back left corner near the window, my typical seat and waited.

I realised a little too late that I was probably squishing my cigarettes so I moved them to my front pocket along with the lighter Calum gave me.

The bell hadn't rung yet but I saw someone come in, and sit next to me.