Gasoline ➳ troyler a.u

tres

Previously on Gasoline...

Dear Ty,
I'm working early and overtime tonight so I won't be back until way after you're asleep.
PS- please eat something xx queen

I decided I wasn't hungry, and skipped breakfast.

I don't think I'll be able to uphold it with all the calories I'm restricting.

Something about him ticks me off. Connor must've noticed because he saw me all tense and asked what was wrong with his hand on my thigh. I shot him a half hearted smile.

"Secondly, bullying of any sort is not tolerated here by any means. One strike and you're out."

"Watch where you're going, you wouldn't want to run into any fags, or you'd become one"

"Repeatedly beat up student after calling him a "fag""

Seating Chart-
Allie-Joe
Zoella-Bethany
Hannah-Grace
Casper-Marcus
Dan-Phil
Cameron-Jenna
Tyler-Troye-Connor

"Tyler, Tyler Oakley. Nice to meet you too." He said all politely.

I averted my gaze from my sweater, and looked up. Oh if only I knew how big of a mistake that was.

I stared at him with my stern eyes, and was as hostile as possible. But that's when he stopped fiddling with his sweater hem and looked up.

Chapter 3- "Rain, Rain"

Tyler's POV-

I looked up from my sweater, and I wish I hadn't. Cold blue eyes were staring me down, as if I did something wrong. Sure, they were cold, but so...electrifying. I could get lost in those eyes any day. They were so amazing.

And then I got brought back to reality. "Oh and Tyler, this is Troye with an "e"." "Huh? Oh! It's nice to meet you." I stuttered, mentally slapping myself on the forehead for how dumb I sounded.

"Yeah thanks" he said, and turned around. Well isn't he an asshole. Oh well. The school is full of those. You can never have too many. But seriously, what was his deal anyway?

Math class was really, really boring. All he really did was talk and give us homework. When the bell rang,  I checked my schedule and realized my next class was PE. I utterly hated gym, only because I was way too self conscious of myself. Gym just made that so much worse. I went down the stairs, dreading my next class. Luckily, since it was the first day, we didn't have to do anything. It was basically another orientation but the gym teacher thought physical education was special and decided to give it its very own. What? Welcome to the class of utter doom and humiliation, where you'll spend the next two years with the people you hate at the subject you hate? Yeah, no thanks. But I could use it to my advantage. If I don't eat anything, and give it my all in gym, it might be enough to get rid of all the calories I don't need. Speaking of which, I was getting really, really hungry. It didn't matter though. Would I rather be fit and thin, or fat?

The bell rang and I was eager to go over to my next class, AP Literature. (A-N/ my sister once told me that AP Lit is an advanced English class, but if I'm wrong, please forgive me, and correct me in the comments? ^.^) not only because I hated gym, but because I loved writing in general.