Gasoline ➳ troyler a.u

siete

Previously On Gasoline...

"No thanks, if I spend too much time with an ass, I might be inclined to stick my dick in it, don't ya think?"

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I remember somebody walking out of a stall, and then everything became pitch black.

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I came to the realization that I didn't drive or walk myself home. If I didn't, then who did?

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It's a book, on his calorie intake.

Why, Tyler? You're already so perfect.

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please eat something xx queen

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

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

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I quickly closed the book and set it next to him in case anyone were to see it. I made sure there was no trace of me and dropped off his bag.

And with that, I was gone.

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Tyler's POV

"Woahh, dude, you look like a fucking mess." I was greeted by the one and only, Sawyer Hartman, upon entering Marcus' car. He was driving Sawyer and I today. Sawyer's the one who's upfront about basically everything, another one of my close friends.

"No fucking shit, Sherlock." Sarcasm was seeping into my voice as I tried to imagine how I looked. Presumably very, very tired. I tried to sneak one last glance in the mirror however I heard my mom coming down the stairs, causing me to rush out the door. I was fortunate, however, to have snuck her concealer. I was rather unfortunate to not know how it worked. For now, we'd see how long I could keep sunglasses on without it being shady. -No pun intended.

Marcus was driving, however he had his trunk filled with stuff his mom and sister forgot to take out from "night out", leaving his bag in shotgun seat, meaning I was sitting in the back with Sawyer.

"Woah bro, you good? You're walking funny." He asked patting me on the back, causing me to bite my lip in order to hold back the wince.

-Flashback to earlier-

I woke up, instantly wincing in pain as I was brought back to the harsh reality in which is my life. I contemplated going back to sleep considering how tired I was from staying up almost all night. I looked at the time, however, sending me flying up in terror I would be late for school. Getting up shot utter pain through my stomach and back. I haven't eaten, to make matters worse. I eventually got up, and walked over to the bathroom.

I could barely recognize myself in the mirror. I was covered in purple bruises and red marks. My stomach was terribly bruised and the once milky skin of mine was stained in pain. I also had red nail marks on my neck, which I was silently praying I could pass off as hickeys or something so no one would know what really happened. I washed my face in cold water in hopes of toning down the bruising, which considering my luck, it didn't. I contemplated doing the makeup here, but declaring I wouldn't, simply because it would look worse.