♡A-A-A-A-A-And they call you Baby Blue, 'cause it's your favorite colour♡
After being expelled, Tyler is sent to a boarding school for 'troubled youths' where a certain teacher catches his eye. But life at Rose Wood Towers is not simple.
Tyler's los...
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Tyler's Pov:
Sundays always sucked- additionally now having to go to church made it ten times worse. Sure, you could consider my family somewhat religious, but definitely not me.
I swear God probably hates me by now for everything I've done. I'm purely sinful in God's eyes; drowning in a pool of disappointment, submerged in unholy water. To say amen wouldn't change a thing.
People think of me as complete sinner- and that could never be erased. No matter how many times I've been to church, humming hallelujah, heaven's gate is permanently closed for me.
Probably because I'm super gay.
Let's just hope someone out there is praying for the wicked... But I doubt it.
That's why I left half way during the mass telling Ryan 'I needed to take a piss,' when I actually sneaked out to have a smoke, somehow managing to creep past the teachers without them noticing. They were all caught up in the priest ranting on about 'how wonderful God is'. It's complete nonsense; gibberish flowing through my ear, then back out the other end. God has done nothing for me -or most people- so I don't understand what's all the fuss.
As I stealthily creeped down the side of the church hall, passing by paintings and sculptures of Jesus, my body slipped through the oak doors that were left ajar. My face immediately hit the cold winds of the winter weather. After yesterday's storm, it wasn't as cold- the rain had stopped and the hurricane had calmed, but there still was that coolness lingering in the air.
My fingers fiddled with the zipper of my black jacket before pulling it up. A rush of icy-cold air came rushing at my flushed cheeks, nipping at the point of my nose and brushing my chapped and faded lips.
"Shit." I shivered, only realising now how cold it really was. Fumbling around in my pocket, I pulled out a cigarette -one of the few I had- and a lighter.
Ryan would never approve of this.
A heated flame sparked as I pressed my thumb down on the lighter- that fire being the only warmth right now in the cold. The wind gushed forward making the yellow flame twirl around, like a ribbon gracefully spinning and flowing in the breeze.
I placed the cigarette between my trembling lips and brought the fire up to the tip; cupping my hand around as protection from the wind as the heat burned through, the addictive smoke filling my blacking lungs which was slowly killing me- but I didn't care. It's not as if I had much of a future anyway.
