Youtube High School

New Friends

A/N- Sorry this took so long!! I've been so busy with school and stuff, and I've had a severe case of Writer's Block too which sucks. This chapter is basically an introductory chapter to some the characters in the story. But there's Troyler alone time in the beginning. Hope you enjoy!!

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[Troyes POV]

The cute boy has a name. It's Tyler. I always liked that name. It flows very nicely.
I also really like Tyler himself so far. He's very very cute. But I can't let him know that yet.

So anyways, we're walking in the hallway now, trying to find everything. We're supposed to go to the gym to get our schedules and 'socialize with new peers', but we have no clue where it is.

"Troye? Troyyyee? Did you hear me?" Tyler asks as I snap back to reality.

"Oh yea sorry, just zoned out and tired as usual," I laugh. He chuckles.

"Aw really, am I that boring?"

"No!! I mean.. no. You're actually... really fun to be around..."
Oh crap I'm losing my cool.

"I'm just kidding, you dork," he says, rubbing my hair.

"Hey!" I yell at him, fixing my hair that I so carefully put together this morning.

"So anyway, I was asking you something," he says.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Something very important," he says, randomly seductive, leaning in and caressing my cheek. I stare up at him and can feel the look of bewilderment on my face.

"Yeah, anything," I say, biting my lip as he tucks an un-gelled strand of my hair behind my ear.
He leans in close to my ear.

"Do you know," he whispers, then making his voice even quieter, "the muffin man?"

My face heats up fast and he begins to laugh. Very hard.

As he laughs himself to pieces, I turn around to see a teacher making her way over to us.

"Hey.. hey Tyler?.." I attempt, trying to snap him back to reality.

"HAHAHAHAHA"

"Tyler?.."

"AHAHAHAHAHA YOUR FACE IT WAS ALL RED LIKE A TOMATO HAHAHA-"

"Tyler!" I whisper-scream in his ear. He jumps so suddenly, like a kitten.

"WHA-what??"

"Look behind me!"

He looks up to see the teacher staring back at him.

"Shouldn't you two be in class or the gym?" she asks us.

"Shouldn't you fix that awful hairc-" Tyler begins, still giggly, before I interrupt.

"Tyler!" I yank his forearm, squeezing it hard. "I'm sorry m'am. We're new here and got a little lost. Do you mind telling us where the gym is?"

"Go down that hallway, take a left, and keep walking down," she says.

"Thank you!"

"Mm hm," she says. "Remember boys, I don't tolerate troublemakers. Next time you wanna skip class, you better make sure you know how to get by me."

"Yes m'am," I say as she walks away.

"Ow," Tyler says as I realize I still have a very tight grip on his arm.
I ignore his plea though, and proceed to pull him down to where the teacher directed us to.