♡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...
A/n: when I first began writing this book, I was planning on making it some smutty comedy shit thing.
What the actual fuck have a done now?
AHAHAH.
I apologize in advance...
Also, any thoughts on Pray For The Wicked? It's not exactly my taste in music, but I still like it.
The Overpass is a bop.
And 5k reads! Yeeee
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Tyler's Pov:
A single knife.
That was all it took to drain a man of crimson rich blood, leaving him lifeless on the floor. Ghostly pale skin with a deep slash across the neck, there he lay drenched in red.
On purpose? By accident? Who fucking knew!?
Not me, for sure.
Sunday, 17th December. A day to remember forever- and not for a good reason. This memory would haunt me until the day I depart from life. A dead man's body is not something you come across frequently. It's not something you want to come across at all. But yet there I was, blurred eyes beholding the harrowing vision of demise splayed out for show.
Scarring.
The day had started sweetly. Sun arising with seagulls squawking loudly in the early morning, winter breeze which flooded through our dorm window. Everything was so much more at ease now since Ryan and I had made up. He had smiled at me when sitting up in this bed, messy hair spiking up at all angles. I had smiled back. We were best friends now- it was all good, official.
But during breakfast in the dinnerhall, I'd noticed some low-key commotion within the teachers. The rest of the students chatted away; the sound of forks clashing against plates and the room smelling of eggs and baked beans. Frank laughed loudly. Dallon spoke. Ryan butted in. I zoned out of the conversation. No one paid attention to the small gathering of adults in the corner- only did I focus there.
But I didn't think much of it: the slight concern in Josh's face, Debby seemed nervous, panic displayed across Brendon's fat lips and wide eyes.
Ryan had nudged me, noticing me staring. I shrugged it off, then paying attention again to the stupid conversation going on at our table.
One more quick glance over...
Mr.Urie announced something. They all nodded and split up.
Yeah, it means nothing at all.
Since it was Sunday, it was church attendance day. The mass was a drag- as usual. As we stood for prayer, Ryan fiddled with the hem of his sleeve. Frank -to my right side- yawned boredly. The priest's words were blurring together as I zoned out once again, now I had my eyes gazing to the side, where behind a marble pillar, they were there talking again. Rushed, quiet whispers.
