Failure (Troyler Au)

Chapter 3

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Tyler's Pov

Walking through the halls I noticed several people looking at me and talking about me under their breathe. I guess the word that I had yelled at Marcus and received detention had spread already.

Marcus had always been a good friend of mine, but I was seriously getting tired of his bullying and discrimination against failures. Of course I had felt bad about sitting back down at our table, but I had been friends with Marcus and the others for so long and I couldn't see myself with any other friends.

Hearing the bell ring I gathered my stuff and entered Mr. Green's classroom. He silently nodded for me to take a seat.

"Tyler. You must be aware that I don't like giving successes detention, but if you choose to get into a fight with a failure and another success I sadly have no choice. Please keep yourself at a higher standard. As a success you should me a model student and inspire failures to try to reach the level you're on. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mr. Green. I understand." I replied numbly.

At that moment I heard the door open and I looked to see who had entered. A pair of ocean blue eyes landed on mine for a split second before he shifted his eyes away from my stare. Troye handed his detention slip to Mr. Green and took the seat furthest away from mine. At that my mouth turned down into a slight frown. I didn't think I had done anything that would have pissed Troye off. I was the person that had defended him not once, but twice.

"Boys, you will sit here quietly for one hour. Tyler I trust that you will follow the rules and set a good example for Troye." I didn't respond. I watched as Mr. Green left the room and then I muttered a quiet "This is complete bullshit."

As the clock slowly moved I studied Troye. He was reading a book and kept brushing his brown curls out of his eyes. Feeling my stare on him he looked up. As we made eye contact his face turned red and he bit his lip. I decided that his acknowledgement was permission for me to speak.

"This sucks." I complained.

He looked startled that I had spoken, but quietly answered with an indifferent "ya."

I was determined to get him to talk to me. "So, Troye. I don't really know much about you. Do you have any hobbies?"

He continued to look at me in a way that suggested he didn't want to talk and responded with a "yes." That answer didn't satisfy my curiosity.

"Like what?" I urged.

Very suddenly it looked like he had had enough. "Tyler. Why do you care? I'm a failure. You're a success! We may as well be from two different planets we're so different. Stop talking to me! We can't be friends! Don't you understand?! Stop trying to get to know me and stop defending me. I can take care of myself! I DON'T need a success to help me!"

I was shocked. I had just wanted to be friends. Troye seemed like a very intriguing person and I wanted to learn everything about him. What he likes, what he dislikes, what turns him- NOPE. NO. I do not like the straight failure with the beautiful blue eyes, adorable smile, and cute as fuck clothing that obviously wants nothing to do with me. I just find him interesting because he is different. I just want to meet new people and experience new things.

I understand he doesn't want to be pitied, but I still thought he had acted quite rude. Maybe Troye wasn't worth it, I thought. He probably hates me because he thinks I got him stuck in detention. He thinks I'm like Marcus.

For the rest of detention I played with my thumbs in my lap and avoided any contact with Troye. The tension in the air was palpable. The time seemed to barely be moving and it felt like the longest hour I've ever had. When Mr. Green came back into the room I let out a sigh of relief.

At the end of detention I got into my car and drove home, but I couldn't get Troye out of my mind. Despite the fact he was a bit of a dick I still couldn't stop myself from thinking about what I would do the next time I saw him. That night I tossed and turned trying to stop thinking of him, but it was no use. I didn't get much sleep, and the next day I slept in, not hearing my alarm clock.

A/N: I'm not really happy with this chapter. I'm sorry it's shorter than chapters 1 and 2. As I continue I'll work on getting better with writing and length. 

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