You and Me in the Old Jeep - TROYLER AU

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Song of the Chapter:  Run by Daughter

thanks to KitKatTaylor for recommending this in her troyler fic Heads or Tails! You guys should definitely check it out if you haven't already (though i'd say you already have bc it's fab and it gives me EMOTIONS)

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Later that morning, Troye and I headed reluctantly to work - he dropped me at the garage in the stupid Jeep that was, if I was being honest, growing on me, and kissed me goodbye like a married couple. "Don't get run over!" he shouted out the window at me, his arm hanging out over the door, sharing a private crooked smile with me.

"They're stationary cars, Troyeboy!" I yelled back, laughing, and waved him off as his car made a noise like a dying bear and drove out of sight -  was it wrong to already have a pang in my chest without him beside me? This whole thing was ridiculous, but I was as in love with loving Troye as I was with loving him.  

A shudder ran through me and I wrinkled my nose, shaking my head a little. These kind of thoughts were still strange, but it was a beautiful kind of odd. God, I was turning into such a sap - 

"Hey, Tyler."

As I turned around, I was already mentally dissecting the voice that had called me - sarcastic, British, coarse, shiver-inducing - and then there he was, large as fucking life, Sam fucking Pepper. "Hey asshole," I retorted immediately, glaring at him. "Thought we got you arrested, you creep?"

"On bail." Sam said smoothly, and took a step towards me without warning, his eyes terrifyingly unreadable. I jumped back a little, trying to subtly get a hold on my phone and act like I wasn't getting just a little bit nervous; he was a lot taller and stronger than me and I couldn't forget how easily he'd flung Troye to the ground. 

That noise Troye had emitted as he hit the ground, how it had made Sam give the tiniest vicious smile. My whole body screamed at me to get away from him, but I set my jaw and stared him down.

"Back the fuck up and get your head checked." I reprimanded him sharply. "You so much as touch me or Troye and you're back in jail, remember?" I had successfully retrieved my phone from my pocket without him noticing at this point and now just held it, unsure of whether to use it as a weapon or a summons.

Sam ignored me and came in close, but I didn't move back any further, so we would have been nose to nose if only I was as tall as him. My heart slammed down to somewhere around the bottom of my ribcage.

"Big talk for a whore."

All the air left me in a painful exhale, because I really couldn't hide how much that word fucking hurt - I swallowed hard, unable to step away or even move, rooted to the spot. To my horror I could feel hot tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, but it wasn't true - not anymore. Anyway, I could do whatever I damn wanted, even if I saw now that it hadn't been what I had really wanted. Who was he to call me names?

"Shut the fuck up, and get away from me." I growled tightly, praying he couldn't hear how fast my pulse was drumming in my ears. "Unlike you, you lowlife, I actually have work to do. Good luck in prison, dickhead." 

Unfortunately he didn't move; I guess it had been too much to hope for in the first place. "Is this another of these games I've heard about?" Sam asked coldly, leaning in even closer until there was barely a centimeter between us. I couldn't muster the bravery to push him away, and I was still too frozen to step back. I could feel his breath ghosting over my neck, sending chills right through me.

"You like to be in control, don't you?" Sam continued, suddenly grabbing my shoulders with a grip that I thought might even bruise - I understood the strength that must have been behind the handprint on Troye's wrist now and jerked backwards, but Sam held on. A quick burst of mixed parts fear and anger flashed through me.

"Let go." I snarled through my teeth, finally managing to make myself move enough to shove his chest, but Sam's grip was insanely tight. His fingers dug into my collarbone as he replied, "Why? Is it hard for you to not have control, you fucking freak?

"Troye does that to you, doesn't he?" Sam continued and I was suddenly still again at the mention of Troye's name. 

"Don't you dare talk about Tr -" I began, but he interrupted. "Troye makes you lose control." he said, almost to himself. "Troye makes everyone lose control. He's so easy to fall in love with, isn't he? I bet you already have, you slut."

My heart race was increasing impossibly, spiraling upwards to the point of nausea. I couldn't stand to hear Sam say Troye's name, to talk about loving him - he'd lost that right the second he'd made Troye feel worthless, the first time he'd left bruises on Troye's priceless skin. I ripped myself away from him like his hands were burning me, my shoulders aching. "You don't get to even pretend that you loved him!" I shouted, everything red and hazy and uncertain. "You don't get to say his fucking name. You're the one who - is that why you made him feel so fucking terrible all the time? Is that why you wouldn't let him take off your fucking ring even when you made him feel like shit?" I ran my hands through my hair; they were shaking with adrenaline. "Just stay away from him- you're the fucking control freak!" 

I didn't see his hand until it was too late - his fingers were suddenly around my neck, pressing down hard enough that I could only just about draw in air. I was a statue, marble and terrified, crushingly aware of the fact that if he holds on any tighter I won't be able to breathe and oh my God oh my God holy fucking shit tyler you're in fucking trouble now

"Say that again." I heard Sam say from somewhere that sounded far away, his voice dangerously low. "I dare you." 

I wasn't going to let him push me around. I would never let him feel like the way he made Troye feel, if only out of solidarity with Troye. "I said," I breathed, locking eyes with him, "I said you're a fucking control freak." 

Then I was going down fast and Sam was kicking me and everyone was yelling and I thought maybe I was too, or choking or something else difficult and loud, 

and he wouldn't stop, he just wouldn't stop,

and people were pulling Sam off of me and Troye was there, screaming at his ex, and I was finally managing to suck in air to my deprived lungs,

and I was on the ground, I knew that much. I hit the ground really, really hard.

fucking drama af 

but like do we like tyler schooling sam like fucking go queen though um err the end was umm *cough* *straightens tie*

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