Troye POV
The voice was quite small, but judging by the way everyone went silent, they had heard. Half of my gasp had left my mouth before I could kill it, choking embarassingly on my own spit.
I turned around at Sawyer, who had loosened his hands around me. His eyebrows were drawn together in a confused frown, and he soon dragged Tyler outside with him.
"Sit here," Zoe said, unfazed and patting the cushion on the seat beside her.
We all sat in silence, and absently fiddled with the cutlery placed in front of me.
I didn't feel like talking to anyone, and was glad when nobody tried to.
It felt like hours before they came back, and I glanced at the two of them, warily studying every single feature.
"Troye..."
I looked up at Sawyer, who was motioning for me to stand up and come to him. I did, glancing up at Tyler every now and then. When we were finally outside, he growled, "Will you two please sort it out? The tension is pissing me off."
Silence.
I liked it that way. I didn't want to talk to him, but when he started speaking, I couldn't stop the feeling that I'd found something that I'd lost.
"Troye, I'm so sorry about everything that happened between... Middle school and now. What I did was so wrong and it never should have happpened... I regret it so much and I know you probably don't belive me but I... I feel for you and everything... I wasn't meaning to say that or mean anything that I did say, it just came out and I know that doesn't make up for anything at all... I know that you'll probably still hate me and that you won't ever be a part of my life in the way that I want you to be, I just thought that I should apologise and let you know that I actually am sorry."
i can't do this i'm publishing this cliche as fuck thing i wrote a couPLE MONTHS ago because i'm really sorry i'll finish this later
