The Plan (Troyler AU)

Fights

All throughout my classes the next day, I shifted through a nervous haze of anxiety and sleep-deprivation. During lunch, the group had sacrificed their table and came to sit with me on the bleachers, successfully avoiding the issue of Roxie Salbray.

It was seventh period when the drama started up again, in Miss Kiersly’s English class. I shared this class with Tyler, which made me look forward to it even more than I usually did, until I noticed the other two people who were also in attendance. Troye sat at the back of the class, Jack slouched besides him with his feet propped up on the desk.

As soon as Tyler strolled into the classroom, Jack had hooted out some insulting comments, which he promptly ignored as he accepted the open seat besides me. Besides that, everything was normal, until Miss Kiersly decided that Jack was doing no good in the back.

“Mr. Blakeman, are you even listening to me?” She demanded sharply.

He rolled his eyes. “Should I be? The only reason why I’m in this class is because of Sivan.” Jack gestured towards Troye.

“Well, if you are being distracted by Mr. Sivan,” at this, Troye raised his eyebrows, “feel free to move up here and switch seats with Miss Ferguson here.” Ally Ferguson, a shy girl with a stutter and a cringe-worthy perm, glanced up from the seat next to Tyler, biting her lip nervously.

“Nah, I think I’m good back here.”

“Mr. Blakeman, it is not an option. Do you want me to call your parents young man?”

Jack sighed, rolling his eyes, slumping towards the desk. Ally let out a frightened squeak, snatching her books from the ground and racing to get out of his way.

When he realized who he was conveniently placed next to, a malicious smirk overtook Jack’s face. He began whispering things in Tyler’s ear, so quiet I couldn’t hear anything, but I didn’t have to in order to know that they were terrible statements. With every word, Tyler’s face grew more and more tense, irritated beyond belief.

After fifteen minutes of this, Tyler had evidently had enough. He bounded up from his seat angrily, slamming his pen on the desk. “Leave me alone!” He barked, eyes locked on Jack.

Miss Kiersly appeared shocked. “Mr. Oakley, mind your language!”

“No! I will not mind my language. I refuse to sit here in silence listening to a jerk like him insult my family, my life, my sexuality, and my friends. I am DONE with all of this. I am sick of you!” Tyler hissed, facing Jack at the end.

Jack eased up from his seat, a sickening smile plastered on his face. “What are you gonna do about it, gayboy?”

Tyler’s face reddened, and a dangerous look materialized in his eyes. Miss Kiersly was starting towards the both of them, apparently about to separate them, but that’s when it happened.

Tyler punched him right in the face, and Jack fell backwards, narrowly missing a head collision with a desk. Blood was pouring from underneath his hands, which were clasping his nose, most likely broken. Jack glowered at him, and before anyone could react had pounced on Tyler, swinging his fist in an aggravated fashion.

Tyler ducked, it clipping off right above his head. I had jumped up by now, grabbing Tyler’s arm and pulling him out of Jack’s way as Miss Kiersly did the same to him. Tyler’s breath was uneven, his eyes flashing, clearly still irate. I put my hand on his shoulder.

“Tyler, calm down.” I whispered softly, and my words had little effect until Miss Kiersly, normally sweet-faced and quiet, started talking again.

“I cannot believe this unacceptable behavior! Certainly not from you, Mr. Oakley. Principal’s office, both of you.”

They both stumbled out of the room, Tyler still clearly pissed off and Jack still clutching at his nose.

(TIME SKIP BECAUSE YOLO SORRY DON’T HATE ME)

By the end of the day, everyone was gossiping freely. Tyler Oakley, the normally nice, no-nonsense boy who appeared to be friends with everyone had picked a fight with the biggest tool in the school. Things like this never seemed to happen in a place like Grand Rapids.  

Rumors flitted around from person to person, and I’d picked up on nearly every single one of them. I’d heard of expulsion, community service, detention for the rest of the year, and, in the most extreme case, jailtime. Of course, no one had actually seen Tyler or Jack since seventh period, so we had no confirmation to dispel our theories.

As I was just about to exit the building, I was stopped by a hand on my arm.

“Wait, Ember.” I turned and saw Troye, catching his breath as if he had chased after me. “I want to talk to you.”

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What does Troye want to talk to Ember about? OOOHHH cliffhanger sort of maybe kinda idk. Anyways I know I have completely defied my schedule (no update on Monday and today it's Wednesday not Thursday) but it's raining outside and I felt like writing and then once I had it written I couldn't just not post it so here I am!I might add the conversation with Troye into like a mini chapter and then have that go up tomorrow, since I updated early but I still want to keep up for y'all. Btw, 5 reads away from 200! That means so much to me, you have no idea. Although if some of you could comment every once in a while so that I know that you guys are actually here, I'd really appreciate it.  :) Any feedback is appreciated, and it's not edited so if you notice anything I need to correct than feel free to tell me about it, it'll help me in the long run.

Wait can I just say that I was trying to picture Tidily Bidily Oakdizzle (if you understand that reference you're my favorite person in the world) initiating a fight and punching someone in the face and I just COULDN'T cuz it felt too weird like Tyler is much more likely to throw shade than throw fists.

anyways little squish nuggets, see you tomorrow! Comment, please!

-Elle xx