Troyler AU

Chapter 17

HELLO FRIENDS I AM BACK EVERYONE FEEL FREE TO BEGIN SCREAMING ik ik miracle ay okay so last chappie deleted itself, i do not fucking know, i was too excited but then my INTERNET RESTRCITIONS TURNED ON BUT I WAS TOO EXCITED SO I SAVED IT AND UPLOADED FROM MY PHONE USING 3G AND I THINK THAT MESSED IT UP SOMEHOW, IDK BUT I AM FUCKING PISSED MAN THAT CHAPTER WAS MY BABY IM STILL NOT OKAY EVEN THOUGH IT'S BEEN LIKE SEVEN YEARS. ALSO. so, as you all know, this is a pathetic excuse for a story, so i started rewriting, but i got stuck on chapter two. impressive. But seeing as i am vair impatient i just whipped this up to satisfy the angry mobs hosting riots on my message board. i will keep updating, believe it or not i have actually NOT given up hope on this story. and i will keep attempting to rewrite, probably forever. i was going to say something... sorry for the hundred word authors note, btway. sorry for the shitty uploading. sorry for the shitty writing. sorry for how short this chap will undoubtedly be. i LOVE yoiu all. lottas, and lottas.

Also, dedicated to areej, bc she is my favie, obviously. <3 xxx

Going back home the next morning was the only time Troye had ever not wanted a bus ride to end. He hated buses, but short of turning around and going back to camp, a neverending bus ride was the next best thing. He desperately didn't want to go back home, he desperately didn't want to go back to the real world. Things had changed at camp. Everything had changed, and Troye wasn't sure he was ready to deal with the consequences. He didn't want to face his parents. To them, nothing had changed, but Troye knew he might never be able to relax around them again. They would hate him if they knew, who he was, what he'd done. Who he'd done. (*laughs quietly for three hours*)

He didn't want to face Tyler. As soon as they stepped of that bus, they would go back to how they were before camp. Back to normal - or as normal as they ever were, anyway.

So he put in his headphones and looked out the window, and pretended that camp was neverending.

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Troye skipped school the next day, telling his parents he was exhausted from camp and wasn't feeling well. He had come in the night before using the same excuse to avoid more than a brief greeting with his parents, hurrying to his room and proceeding to not leave his bed until late the next day. He spent the day in bed, mentally preparing himself for going back to school. He had to get his confidence back. He'd always had the upper hand, and that was not about to change because of some short fresh-out-of-uni guy with bleached hair, a contagious laugh, and excellent arms.

Fuck, I was trying not to think about the arms.

Troye groaned softly, burrowing deeper into his doona. This was impossible.

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Troye strolled into the hallway with his head held high, hands dug deep into the pockets of his leather jackets. He was ready for this, he reminded himself. People weren't whispering about him anymore, girls were tentatively starting to flirt with him again. Things were going back to normal, the way Troye liked it, the way it had been for years. New gossip had taken the attention of the student body.

He was so concentrative on acting normal he didn't realise until he was lying on the ground that he had run headlong into his maths teacher.

"Fuck!" It slipped out before Troye could think about it, and he immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, jumping awkwardly to his feet.

Ms Jeran. glowered at him, and he shot her an innocent smile, helping her pick up her scattered books.

"SO good to see you again, Ms. Jeran. How were your holidays?" Troye stood up a little straighter. Yes, good job, that was a good line. Look, people are watching and giggling, this is good. I'm totally getting my confidence ba-