Tyler's POV
My heart sank when Mr. Clark picked Adrienne to answer that question (which he NEVER does). I wanted to say something but I bit my tongue, because I knew that anything I could have said wouldn't have made things any better for me or for Adrienne. All I could do was sit there and watch as she tried not to fumble with her words.
As soon as the bell rang, we all started to pile through the door like wild animals trying to get a spot at the watering hole.
"Hey, Tilly!" I tried to rush through the crowd to get to Troye before the next class started.
"Tylah, I will meet you at lunch with everyone else later!" He replied in his adorable Australian accent.
"Can't wait." I said with a smile.
He is so damn cute.
I walked into English with Zoe, Morgan, Phil, and Trevor. A giddy smile was plastered on my face with the thought of seeing Tilly at lunch an hour later.
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Zoe's POV
My best friend had the biggest of smiles on his face, and it was times like these when I wished I could read his mind to figure out what (or who) he was thinking of.
Mrs. Zefok (Yes, I know it sounds like "Ze fuck", Don't judge me) walked in the classroom with what looked somewhat like a stack of books, but more like the leaning tower of Pisa.
"Good morning class! Are you ready to learn?" She said cheerfully.
Mrs. Zefok was one of those teachers that tried to get her kids to learn by being super cheerful and overly enthusiastic about every topic imaginable.
Everyone groaned and sat up in the front of their chairs to await directions.
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Trevor's POV
As always, when we got to lunch Troye and Tyler were the cutest couple ever and wouldn't leave each other's sides for the entire lunch hour.
I wonder if they ever aren't the perfect couple?
Just then, a lunch lady slipped on a lunch tray and fell face-first into the trash can.
I would've laughed at the fall, (because that lunch lady is the meanest lunch lady in the school) but I felt a similar feeling to being thrown in a trash bin myself when I looked at Tyler and Troye.
Is this what being Troyler trash is? Or is this just me being jealous because I don't have a bae? Either one, I am just going to focus on me from now on, and what I like to do. I don't have to worry about living up to a boy's standards. I am only going to worry about taking care of myself and my friends.
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Tyler's POV
I could see Trevor staring off into space and wondered why he was being so quiet.
Troye was laying his head on my arm while hugging it against his chest.
"Schungh schungh schungh." I said.
"Beep beep. Schungh schungh schungh." Troye replied with a wide grin on his perfect face.
How did I ever get someone as cute and loving as him?
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(Author's Note)
Sorry if this was too much or too little. I am having sort of a hard time trying to incorporate everyone's POVs into the story. I hope all my Turtle Pokers like it so far!
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The Secret Code (A Troyler Fanfiction)
Fanfiction"I was thinking of Tyler, and his perfectly placed dimples that show up when he smiles. I was thinking of his mint green hair and his faded blue eyes. He was perfect. And he was all mine."
