Chapter 4

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*Tyler's POV*

When I walked in the lobby I was greeted by so many smiles. "Okay guys! Same deal as breakfast!" Zoe said, taking charge once again. I sat with Marcus, Caspar, and Troye this time. It seemed like no matter what I always ended up with Troye. Not that I didn't like that or anything. But what really bothered me was that Troye has been avoiding me ever since I asked him about who he was texting. Troye and I were best friends and it's strange for him just to ignore me like that. For example, If I don't text him back within five minutes I will recieve many phone calls. Not to mention he also blows up all of my social media. I decided that I would talk to Troye after dinner.

When we got back to the hotel I pulled Troye aside to talk.

"Hey, do you have a minute? We need to talk." I said. I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to say yet but I was determined to find out why he was acting the way he was.

"Um, I actually have to go somewhere with Caspar and Jim. But I can meet you in your room around 10ish?" He said.

"Okay just call me when you're on your way over." I said. I was going to make sure we had this talk. While I was waiting for ten to come by I sat and thought long and hard about what I was going to say. I finally heard my phone ring.

"Hey Tyler, Im heading over now." Troye said.

"Kay, see you in a sec." I said hanging the phone up. Oh god. I honestly have no clue why I was getting so nervous. This boy was my best friend. I had nothing to be afraid of, But yet I still was still really nervous. I heard a knock at the door and quickly ran over to answer it.

"Hey Troye, Take a seat." I said directing him to the couch. "So I needed to talk to you about something." I said.

"Yeah, but first I need to tell you something and please don't get upset." Troye said looking more nervous then ever.

"Anything Troye, and I won't get upset." I said. At this point I was kind of worried. Troye seemed very nervous and serious. To be honest It kind of scared me, I mean what could be that bad?

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