Troye
Inviting Tyler and his friends to hang out at Hart's was very unlike me. I don't know why I did it. You could argue that I would have to spend time with Tyler eventually, but I was still confused as to why I asked his friends to come along.
On one hand I really did want to be friends with Tyler. He was funny, smart, good-looking, and one of the most popular guys in the school. But he was a failure, and becoming friends with a failure was not something that was accepted, or something I ever thought I would want.
My whole life I was never treated fairly, or had much money. I shared a room with a sibling, worked a crappy job that didn't pay me enough, and wore hand-me-down clothes. My teachers refused to help me in any way and successes shoved me into the lockers. I have always hated and envied successes. They got it all, and didn't even think about what it must be like for failures.
This project wasn't something I wanted anything to do with. No matter how many hours, days, or weeks Tyler followed me around and recorded my life he would never truly understand the struggles that failures go through. I can't wrap my head around why I'm discriminated against because of something my ancestor did 100s of years ago. It wasn't fair, but then again life never is.
After 7th period math I searched for Tyler to discuss today's plan.
Arriving at his locker I paused, noticing he was talking to one of the girl's in our drama class he hangs out with. I didn't want to interrupt. She was as short as him, with long ombre hair. I could tell from observing their conversation that they were very comfortable with each other, and obviously extremely close, because of the way they leaned in while talking and gave each other playful shoves, then burst out laughing. If it weren't for the fact that Tyler was a flaming homsexual you would think they're dating.
I cleared my throat, announcing my presence. They turned around and Tyler gave me a wide toothy grin.
"Hey Troye!" he greeted. He followed my gaze and realized I was looking at his friend. "Oh sorry! This is Zoe. Zoe, this is Troye."
Zoe smiled. "So nice to meet you! I think you know my partner for the psychology project? Her name is Kayla."
"Uh ya. Kay is one of my best friends." I replied, not used to people wanting to know anything about me. I directed my attention back to Tyler. "What's the plan?"
"Well, Our friends Joe, Alfie, Marcus, and their partners are all going to hang out at Hart's with us." He gave me an apologetic look when Marcus was mentioned. "I texted them to meet us in the parking lot." He closed his locker, and nodded for Zoe and I to follow him.
Walking down the hall I texted Kayla and Caspar the plan. Trailing behind Tyler with Zoe next to me, people gawked. The word about the project had obviously not spread to everyone, and people were confused as to why a failure was walking down the halls next to two successes.
When we reached the front of the school and opened the doors, I immediately noticed a rather random and mismatched group loitering in the middle of the parking lot. I shook my head thinking about how the government somehow thought that we could make this a normal thing. None of us had anything in common and we looked extremely odd hanging out together.
Nearing the group I glanced around at the people I would be spending the rest of the day with. Zoe's younger brother, Joe, who was in sophomore year as well, was chatting with Caspar. Kayla ran up to greet Zoe and they immediately began chatting animatedly. Oli and Joey, Marcus and Alfie's partners, were awkwardly standing off to the side.
I felt bad for them. I may have got a partner who pitied me and thinks he can help, but at least I didn't get someone who is incredibly ignorant and thinks they are better than me. It really perplexed me as to why Tyler was friends with them. Marcus and Alfie completed ignored their partners and laughed loudly at a joke Marcus made.
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Failure (Troyler Au)
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