*Tyler's POV*

The room was silent after Troye stormed off, the only sound the annoying dripping of the stupid tap he hadn't shut off fully. I didn't even know what to think, what to feel. I just continued standing their dumbstruck until a loud bell rang out, succeeding in breaking me from my stupor. I restlessly ran a hand through my hair, walking over to the mirrors. I looked horrible. So much for my whole 'getting up early to look better for Troye' plan. Maybe next I should try the 'stop being a fucking idiot and beating up people you don't even know' plan to impress him. A strangled whimper left my lips suddenly, and I scrunched my nose up. I could not cry right now, not at school. I think I liked the dazed state better, personally.

How stupid could I be? Of course Caspar would try to set something up like that! He was always in my business, trying to manipulate my reputation to exactly what he wanted his to be. I have no idea if he did it just to make me mad or because he was jealous and trying to live his 'dream' through me. Whatever it was, this was taking it too far. I mean, I'm sure people just assumed I was homophobic before, being the jock at WBHS kind of implied that much. This was different though. People genuinely thought I beat that kid up solely because he was gay. That was something I would never do, not even if it meant holding my reputation. The only reason I laid a hand on him was because he said something negative about my mother. Well, then again, he technically didn't even admit to that. I jumped to conclusion and acted like a dick, Troye had every right to be mad at me. Still, I really hoped he'd forgive me. I'd never forgive myself if I ruined any chances of a friendship between us by something like this, all because I couldn't be bothered to ask questions before throwing punches.

I had to make it up to him.

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If you asked me how I spent my next couple classes I probably wouldn't be able to tell you. I was shaping up to be a wonderful student so far this year, between skipping a class yesterday and not paying attention in any of them today. It was just review stuff though, I'd have absolutely no trouble catching up. The second the bell for lunch rang I'd jumped out of my seat, practically jogging to the cafeteria. I cut in line, naturally, not in the mood for wait around for food right now. Nobody argued with it, though of course they still shot me dirty glares. I didn't care. All I cared about was the huge greasy pizza slice screaming my name. 

A few of my friends were already at the table, which made me wonder considering I'd sped here as fast as possible. Did they cut the end of class just to get good seats or something? Meh, I wouldn't put it above them. They were pretty weird about stuff like that. I just took my designated seat, the one in the middle of the table. Personally I'd rather sit at the end so I didn't have people surrounding me on every single side, but I guess that just wasn't the custom in popular kid world. I eagerly flew into the pizza, starving for both some food and something to distract me from myself. 

My thoughts hadn't left the whole homophobe situation all day. I'd purposely been avoiding everyone between classes and during morning break, mostly because I wanted to avoid running into Caspar, talking about Caspar, or even associating with people that associated with Caspar. My initial anger at him had only grown since earlier and I really had no idea how I was going to react when I seen him next. I wanted to punch his face in and make him grovel for mercy, but at the same time I knew I'd never do that. Damn having a heart, it never seemed to get you very far. I just hoped I'd be able to say something, anything, to at least alert him what he'd done was not okay. 

But when he approached the table, flocked by his usual goons on either side, I couldn't swallow the lump in my throat. He didn't even address me, sitting down casually on the other side of Marcus and immediately striking up a conversation with one of his goons, the Harries twins. They weren't always the people he had follow him everywhere, that switched on a day-to-day basis. But it was very rare to find him alone in the halls, that was for sure. Oh well, I guess I'd talked to him about it some other time, why'd it have to be right now anyway? 

I turned back to my food, sighing when I seen only the crust was left. I was still hungry, but I wasn't a big enough asshole to cut in line twice, and there was no way I was waiting in that monster of a line. I studied it absentmindedly, though a familiar head of chocolate brown hair caught my attention. He was standing out of the line, looking at it with a forlorn expression. I giggled under my breath, knowing he was probably in the same boat as me. No one wanted to brave that kind of line. He looked up suddenly, looking at someone in the line. His face lit up slightly as he recognized whoever it was, and my heart dropped. Was I about to see who had left those flour prints on his shirt? Did his girlfriend go to this school?

He walked over, coming to a halt beside a familiar boy and I rolled my eyes. I guess that wasn't the case, thankfully. I knew very well Alfie Deyes was straight, mostly because he'd never shut the hell up about Zoe Sugg the few times we talked. The only reason I knew him at all was because he lived in the house next to Caspar's. Sometimes when we were a couple years younger, and I didn't find Caspar obnoxious as all hell, I'd go over to his house for sleepovers. Caspar would never admit to it at school because Alfie wasn't popular, but they were actually really good friends. They had been since they were quite young and still were, though their different social statuses had definitely put a strain on it. He was a good guy, he really brought out the best in Caspar when they were together. Having known him for so long he was the only one that wasn't afraid to speak up when Caspar was being a douche, and coincidentally, the only one he'd listen to. I hadn't spoken to him in a long time though, considering I'd gone to Caspar's house less and less the older we got and we never interacted at school. 

I watched them talk for awhile, noticing how uncomfortable Troye looked around him. Did he look that uncomfortable when he was talking to me? If he did I felt bad for never noticing it. At the same time, I was kind of glad I hadn't realized yet if he did. I don't know how I'd feel if I knew I was nothing more than a nuisance when I tried to talk to him. 

I sighed, watching contently as he turned and started walking over to where Alfie stood. He didn't look necessarily happy though, his eyes glued to the floor as he trailed along behind his leader. I felt a twinge of sympathy for him, knowing what it was like to be pressured into hanging out with people you didn't really want to. They continued walking, surprising me when they walked off course toward our table. My eyes widened in anticipation. I wonder what they wanted! I was on the edge of my seat when I felt Marcus tap my arm. I groaned, knowing I couldn't very well ignore him without bringing attention to myself. I reluctantly broke my eyes away from the approaching Troye, turning to look at him. I looked at him blandly, boring my eyes into his skull. 

"What?" I asked pointedly, making it clear I was not in the mood for talking. He ignored the obvious though, braving on despite my annoyed glare. 

"I totally forgot to say this until now, but guess who I was talking to earlier!" 

"Who?" I asked, letting my eyes fall back on my empty plate, because even that was more interesting than him right now. Okay, that was rude. At any other time I'd be more than up for a gossip session with Marcus, but not when I knew Troye was standing just a few feet away from me and it was keeping me from looking up at him.

"That's not a guess, Tyler." Marcus chastised, using an annoying singsong voice. I looked up at him with my best bitch face. He sighed his familiar sigh of defeat."Okay, fine. I was talking to Grace and Jenna earlier at break, and guess who Jenna is thinking of asking out?"

"Stop making me guess, Marcus, you know I'm not going to." I said blandly, refusing to meet his excited eyes. I didn't want to encourage him any more than necessary. Though this information was obviously intriguing, so was the cute boy across the table from me. 

"It starts with a Y." Okay, I have to admit that this caught my attention. None of the immediate popular guys had names that started with the letter Y, so that meant only one thing; she was asking out an irrelevant. How fascinating. 

"Who the fuck has a name that starts with a Y?" I asked, not proud of myself for suddenly letting my interest in the conversation show. He was though, smiling wryly and trying to stifle a laugh."Spit it out already."

"You!" He beamed, flashing a huge smile. My eyebrows shot up in disbelief, only to furrow when what he was saying really sunk in. I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach desperately. 

"You're kidding. You have got to be kidding, she did not say that!" I said, shoving him playfully. He had to be kidding. The last interaction I had with her was half a year ago at some scuzzy party and she tried to come on to me. Of course I pushed her off. She was out of her mind drunk and I was, well, not into vagina. We'd refused to address the incident ever since, and neither of us ever told anyone. I was more than happy to leave it at that, and I thought she was too before this. 

A loud groan interrupted my thoughts and my eyes flickered up to the boy standing across from me, grateful for the excuse to look at him finally. I raked my eyes over his body slowly as he looked around the table nervously. It was clear he was nervous about us all staring at him, but that was far from enough to get me to look away. I startled slightly, feeling a foot kick my own. I glanced at Caspar as quick as possible, not wanting to alert the rest of the table to anything. He was giving me a strange look, obviously noticing the fact I wasn't glaring at Troye, and was actually checking him out. I had to cover my tracks, fast. 

"Do you have a problem or something, Troye?" I snapped, hating myself as I said it. Sure, it wasn't necessarily mean, but I didn't want to say anything even remotely rude to Troye. I wanted to do the opposite. I wanted to shower him with compliments and try with everything in me to make it up to him that I'd been such an asshole yesterday. At first he looked enraged, but that quickly faded to confused.

"No, I'm fine, thank-you." He mumbled, sounding strangely polite. He seemed so uncomfortable now, even more-so than before when we'd all been staring at him. He took a step backward as if he was trying to get away from us. I wanted to scream at him to stop but it was too late. He backed right into a tray of food, the spaghetti splattering over his back. I cringed for him, only imagining how disgusting that would feel with such a tight t-shirt on. And yes, I had spent extra time examining just how tight the shirt was. I watched in horror as he scrunched his face up, his eyes snapping shut. He looked so vulnerable and scared it was taking everything in me not to run over to him. 

"Hey numb nut, watch where you're going!" My eyes left his face for only a second to glare at Jenna. If there had of been a chance of me saying yes to her proposal earlier, it would definitely be gone now. He turned around slowly with the most innocent expression I'd ever seen, only to be greeted by a heartless bitch slap. I winced, practically drawing blood from biting my lip so hard.

"S-Sorry." If it weren't for the circumstances his stutter would have been extremely adorable. I mean, it still was, but gushing over it was the last thing on my mind as the surrounding tables suddenly broke out into a chorus of laughter. My eyes were wide and it was killing me to watch the scene play out, but yet I couldn't look away. Troye looked around him slowly, his big blue eyes shining with what I was sure were unshed tears. He was paling with each passing second, his eyelids fluttering shut every now and again only to snap back open promptly. He looked utterly miserable and it was making me utterly miserable. I was nearing my breaking point, when I was going to get up and scream at everyone to leave the poor kid alone, when he suddenly turned and ran on trembling legs to the exit. My heart was still racing in my chest, and people were still laughing among their peers. I sat completely still, frozen in spot, until I felt a hand tap my shoulder. I reluctantly looked up, immediately flinching under their touch when I recognized who it was. Jenna.

"Hey, Ty!" She beamed, her voice a lot higher than usual. Oh, fuck, Marcus really hadn't been kidding earlier. If it wasn't obvious from the fact she had talked to me at all, her high-pitched voice and pounds of make-up obviously did. I actually felt a little bad knowing I was going to disappoint her, before remembering what she'd just done to Troye. Oh no, she deserved everything I could dish out.

I blinked, realizing I'd just been staring off into space instead of actually replying to her. She looked nervous, a weird look on her considering she was the ballsy loud-mouth of the school. God, this must really mean a lot to her. Good. I bet getting embarrassed in front of an entire room of people meant a lot to Troye.

"What?" I asked stalely, locking eyes with her. She blushed crimson, averting her eyes to stare at the table. 

"I was, uh, wondering if maybe you would like to go to a movie this weekend."

"Oh. Like a date?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow. I could feel everyone staring at us, taking in the exchange with eager eyes. If I said yes we would be the 'it' couple. It would definitely big news throughout the school.

"Yeah, like a date." She said, her voice returning back to normal and a smile spreading across her features. It was obvious my question had given her confidence, which was my desired intention. It'd hurt her more this way.

"Then no, I'm not interested." I said flatly, making sure to add a long yawn for effect. I couldn't help but smirk at the hushed gasps from around the table. She just stood there looking completely dumbfounded for a few seconds, before her expression flickered to one of sadness. She looked like she was about to cry and, as much as I wanted to make her pay for hurting Troye, I didn't want to see her cry. I shifted awkwardly, standing up and trying to move around her. "Do you mind? I have to use the washroom."

"Yeah." She croaked, moving to the right. I flashed her a final smile, strolling past with my chin held high. She would be over it in a week anyway, she wasn't very committal when it came to relationships. Besides, I couldn't help but notice the way Caspar draped his arm across her shoulders the second she sat down.

"Don't worry about him, Tyler's a heartless dick. You deserve better." I scoffed under my breath upon hearing Caspar whisper that. I mean, I already knew we weren't really friends, but hearing him outright talk shit was a new level of low. That wasn't even mentioning the irony of his statement. I glanced over my shoulder, glaring at him. He didn't notice though, too entranced with the blonde head of hair laying on his chest and crying. Whatever, at least she had him to comfort her, poor Troye had nobody. 

Troye. Had. Nobody.

I stopped in my tracks. What the hell was I doing going to hide out in the bathroom then? I turned on my heel, jogging to the closest exit aside from the one in the cafeteria. That one was the closest, but everyone would see me if I took that one. And I'm certain that would lead to all kinds of rumors, me running after the upset crying kid I was supposed to hate. I charged out the door, jogging through the parking lot. Of course I remembered what his car looked like from that first day at the store, it was a gorgeous car, of course I remembered. I seen the black vehicle parked a ways off from the rest of the cars, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips at the irony. He even parked his car away from other cars. He was the definition of distanced. Still, I closed the distance, walking over to the car with my lips in a tight line. I was worried. What if he was really upset? What if I couldn't help at all and I only made things worse? I mean, I doubted I was his favorite person right now. 

I walked around the corner of the car, stopping abruptly when I seen him. He was leaning against his car, his knees bent slightly to make him look even smaller than he was. He looked horrible, his eyes closed and his breathing loud and ragged. I didn't know what to do, my own breathing speeding up as I began to panic as well. What do I even say in a situation like this? Is there anything I could say? He wouldn't even want to hear it. I was beginning to get seeds of doubt in my mind when I noticed the thick layer of tears coating his face. My heart dropped to my feet and before I could stop myself I was closing the distance between us. All I wanted was to make those tears go away, to see him smile for once. A real smile. 

I wanted to hug him, but I knew that'd be pushing it. Instead, I tentatively reached out and placed my hand on his lower arm gently. He didn't take it as lighthearted as I meant it though, immediately jumping up to stand straight. He looked even worse now that I could see his face in the light. He'd really been sobbing. Fuck, he looks horrible. What do I say?

He surprised me, suddenly slapping my hand away. I was about to yell at him for it, when he finally looked up and locked eyes with me. My heart fluttered despite it not being the right time at all. His eyes were just so blue... And so big. I then recognized the anger in them, remembering the situation before I got too carried away in my thoughts about him. 

"Troye, look, I-"

"Go away, Tyler! Can't you tell I don't want to talk to you? Not right now, not ever! Just leave me alone!" He yelled, though his voice turned into more of a screech-like whine toward the end. My jaw unhinged slightly, taken aback by his sudden loudness. And just like that he turned and slipped into his car, leaving me standing there. I was once again left not knowing how to react after Troye stormed off, staring off into space for awhile. I didn't know where to go from here. I wanted to fight for him more but I couldn't exactly force him out of his car to talk to me. I turned to leave, a cloud of dread hanging over me, when I remembered my mother's words from yesterday.

He's likely scared of being hurt all over again, so it's not going to be easy.

How could I be so stupid? I made the mistake of not running after him when he pushed me away before, and it only ended up in both of us even sadder than if I had of. At least from what I could tell anyway, it was a little difficult to tell what he was really thinking considering he always acted completely different outwardly. I wonder if it'll always be like that between us. I hope not, I want to reach a point where he can just be himself around me. 

Well, Tyler, you're never gonna reach that point if you don't come up with a plan soon. 

I groaned quietly, rubbing my eyes. Okay, so I had to talk to him but there was no way he was going to get out of the car. That left one option. I walked over to the other side slowly, worried I would end up making things even worse between us. I felt like I was constantly walking on eggshells around him. He was never honest, how was I supposed to know how he wanted me to act around him? I opened the door, slipping into the seat quickly before I had time to chicken out. God, these seats were comfy. Rich people perks, I suppose.

I glanced over at him, my breath hitching slightly when I noticed he'd discarded his shirt. I guess that was the sensible thing to do considering it was a complete mess and he didn't want it allover his expensive car, but that didn't make it any easier to keep from checking him out. Thankfully, he didn't seem to be looking up from his steering wheel any time soon. What was the harm in looking if nobody noticed? There was none. 

After about thirty seconds I forced my eyes to look out the window, knowing the silence was probably hella creepy. I wonder if he knew it was me. Then again, who else would be getting into his car at random? Ah yes, his mystery girlfriend was a possibility. I should probably speak up then, don't want him thinking I'm his girlfriend. Besides, his breathing was still completely spastic and uneven so maybe talking to him would calm him down a bit.

"Teenagers are cruel, but they're also stupid. They'll forget the whole thing happened in a week, tops." I promised, looking up at the ceiling. I was expecting him to look up to respond, and I really didn't want him to see me eyeing his body. He straightened up, rubbing his eyes like a cute little kid. I laid back against the seat, watching in awe as he continued to dry off his face. You wouldn't think someone wiping tears off their face could be so cute, but it definitely was. I was beginning to suspect he had a way of making anything he could possibly do look cute though. He stopped abruptly, dropping his hands to his lap as he turned to face me. I played it casual, turning my head toward him again to make it look like I hadn't been staring at him. I felt like a complete idiot, like some sort of bubbly schoolgirl in front of her crush and over-thinking everything. Was that was this was? A crush? Maybe. I'd had crushes lots in the past though, but none of them had been enough to make me actually pursue anything and risk my reputation. None of them made me feel like my emotions were an unpredictable roller coaster, tumbling all over the place. Even this one I knew couldn't go anywhere. As far as I knew he was straight, and likely way too damaged for me anyway. Still, that didn't stop me from examining all the different shades of blue in his eyes or how thick his dark eyelashes were.

After a while he tensed suddenly, like he just realized we'd been sitting there staring at each other awkwardly. He looked thoughtful for a second, obviously calculating his next move. 

"Did I not just finish telling you to leave me alone?" He snapped suddenly, his voice low and gravelly. At first I was a little worried, terrified I'd made the wrong choice in following him. That was until I saw his bottom lip trembling. It was a tiny thing, something no one else would notice if they didn't go out of their way to take in every little thing about him. Maybe he did wear  his emotions more than I gave him credit for, he just wasn't as easy to read as everyone else. Still, he did deserve to know his snappy comments had consequences. I reached for the door, purposely making it look like I was going to leave. I could feel his eyes locked on my hand, watching eagerly. Last minute I changed courses, rolling down the window with a cheeky smirk.

"Did you really expect me to listen?" I said quietly, looking back to him with a smile. He didn't look impressed, rolling his eyes and making me stifle a giggle. It was hard to think of him as sassy, but I guess if you really concentrated you could see those undertones. I wondered what else I'd learn about him the closer we got. He was so intriguing, I'd never met anyone else like him. He had this thrill to him, never knowing how he was going to react or what he'd say next. It was definitely a well-needed break from all the stereotypical easy-to-predict goons I hung around with. And then when you uncovered something new about him, no matter how small, it still felt like a huge accomplishment. The only thing I could compare it to was a puzzle, that high you get when you finally find that piece that clicks into place correctly. It felt weird comparing him to a puzzle though, because he was a hell of a lot more exciting.

"Why? Why didn't you leave?" He blurted suddenly, untangling me from my web of thoughts. I looked at him incredulously once his words really sunk in. Was he kidding? He was crying and upset, of course I was going to follow him. Of course I cared.

"Because I have way too much pride to believe you don't want to talk to me." I teased, not sure if the moment called for sappy mush just yet. He scoffed loudly, reminding me of his secret underlying sassy nature, and then turned to look out the window. I panicked immediately. Had I said the wrong thing? "That, and you looked like you could use a friend."

"A friend?" He blurted, his eyes wide as he turned back to me. I couldn't help but compare him to a lemur with how huge his eyes were. On anyone else they would be way too big for their face, but they just worked on him. Hell, they definitely worked. He looked like some kind of angel chiseled from marble. I smiled to myself, noticing that he was staring off into space. Was he honestly that shocked I wanted to be friends?

"Yeah? Don't you know what a friend is? Those people that are there for you through thick and thin, the ones that you actually enjoy spending time with, the-"

"Tyler, I know what a friend is." He giggled, his lips widening into a smile. A smile with his teeth. I swear my heart did a double-take at this, my eyes going wide. God, his smile, his real smile, is the most beautiful thing I've seen in my entire life. I got the feeling he didn't use it much though, considering he wasted no time regaining his composure and snapping his mouth shut. Still, I'd seen it, even for just a second, and I knew I'd never be able to stop trying to see it again. He was still grinning slightly and I smiled back, staring at him awestruck for a while longer before the situation finally came back to me. 

Did he really? From what I'd seen of him so far he seemed to think of friends as a foreign concept. For some reason that hurt me a lot more than it should. He seemed so sweet, so misunderstood. He didn't deserve the hand he'd been dealt. He deserved friends, he deserved to be treated with respect, he deserved to be known. Then again, maybe it was just that these people didn't deserve to know him. He was too good for them. 

"Are you sure?" I asked quietly, watching him closely for his response. He looked slightly angry at first, like I'd insulted him. That faded though and he sighed loudly, shrugging indifferently.

"Sort of... Not really." He looked deep in thought, his eyebrows scrunched up. I couldn't tell if he was trying to figure out if he'd ever had a friend or how he was supposed to feel about my question. I was studying his face to try and figure that out when he looked up, eyes going wide when he saw me. He definitely took my intent stare the wrong way. He stuttered, immediately trying to explain himself. "I mean, I've had friends, yeah, but just not-"

"Shh, it's fine. I was just thinking about how I'd like to be the one to change that, that's all." I said, my voice getting noticeably quieter the longer I spoke. I hadn't realized just how sappy the words were until I started saying them, and I couldn't really back out halfway through. I could only imagine how red my cheeks were right now. I blushed over absolutely anything, and this definitely called for blushing. 

"Why?" I looked up from the floor with my eyebrows quirked, locking eyes with Troye. He looked genuinely curious, like he really didn't understand.

"Do you question everything people do?" 

"Only the things that don't make sense."

"What doesn't make sense about this?" I asked, looking over at him expectantly. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before falling back against the seat. He left his arm strewn across his face then, covering his eyes. I took advantage of this, my eyes trailing over his body. I swallowed hard, my eyes coming to rest on the dark happy trail at the base of his jeans. Fun fact; being a closeted gay boy that can't act on any of his temptations leads to one being very sexually repressed.

"All of it. Why are you talking to me? What's so important about me that the most popular boy in school wants to 'be friends'? Is it because I've got money, because I'm not giving you any and-" 

"God, can you not believe for a second that someone might just genuinely want to get to know you? You seem fun and interesting and I like fun and interesting things, it's that simple." I interrupted, sinking back in my seat. He still had his arm covering his eyes, but I watched as he slowly lifted it and eyed me suspiciously.

"But I'm not interesting, or fun." 

"I reject that out of hand." I retorted, turning my lips up in a half smile at his surprised expression. He quickly wiped it off his face though, shooting me a glare silently.

"Spend a day with me and you'll believe me." He promised, letting out a quiet sigh. I frowned for a minute, before realizing a quip I could make.

"Is that an invitation?" I asked, raising my eyebrows pointedly. This time he didn't even try to hide the shock on his face, feigning indifferent with a shrug. His face told a completely different story. 

"I mean, if you want to. I told you already it won't be fun or interesting though, so I don't know why you would." He tried to sound casual, but the way he was constantly messing with his hair gave it away. He really was so unsure of himself. How could he not tell he was perfect? I really wanted to know his story. Every single chapter of it. But that would take time, he'd only get mad if I asked for it now. I had to get him to trust me before I could try anything like that. That was going to be the hard part. Even now he had doubt etched on all of his features, like he still couldn't even believe I was talking to him. 

I heard the bell ring in the distance, alerting us that lunch was over. I looked out the window forlornly, watching the students scattering as they rushed to get back in time. I was really not looking forward to being stuck in a classroom after this. If my head had been filled with Troye earlier it'd definitely be now. I closed my eyes, trying to will myself to find the words to say and get out of the car. God, what I would do to skip the rest of the day and just sit here with him. My eyes shot back open and I turned to him with an overly excited expression, which was quickly toned down a notch when I seen his skeptical stare. It wasn't enough to make me rethink my plan though, I didn't know if he could say anything that would at this point.

"Alright, let's do it!" I said eagerly, patting the dash of the car as if to say 'start er up'. He looked confused for a moment, before his eyes went wide and he started shaking his head quickly.

"What? Right now? I didn't mean today!" 

"Why not?" I asked, tilting my head to the side inquisitively. He didn't even hesitate a moment before coming up with his reply.

"There's a thousand reasons 'why not'! It's the middle of a school day, I don't even have a clean shirt, I'm in a bad mood and-"

"All the more reason to! Maybe I can turn your bad mood around." I offered, giving him a big convincing smile. His eyes looked annoyed with me, but there was the undeniable hint of a smile on his lips.

"I doubt it."

"You doubt everything." I chirped, rolling my eyes over-dramatically. 

"I'm not, Tyler. The school will call my parents and I'll miss stuff and fall behind." He didn't sound annoyed now, just a level and strict tone to get his point across. I sighed loudly, slumping down in my seat so far I looked more like I was laying than sitting. I pouted my lip out, crossing my arms angrily like a child. I would never act like this around my other friends, but it was different around Troye. I wasn't constantly scared of being judged, he just didn't seem like the type. I even felt like he might appreciate me being my one-hundred percent honest self. When he still didn't backtrack on his words and give me my way I exhaled loudly, deciding to add something more.

"You are such a prude, Troye with an e. If it's that big of a deal, I will tutor you back to your grade level to make up for it. I'll even take all the blame for your parents." I added the last line in a singsong voice, wiggling my eyebrows some more. He still looked skeptical, just watching me with dull eyes. I was certain he was about to reject my offer again, when he suddenly hoisted himself up and shuffled around the car awkwardly. I raised my eyebrows and my jaw went slack as he dove into the backseat, leaving his crotch in my face. I tensed up, cautiously shuffling as close to the door as possible. My breathing was way too fast and obvious and I tried really hard to cover it up to no avail.

"Uh, Troye? What are you doing?" I chuckled nervously afterward, biting down on my lip. He looked over his bare shoulder with a confused expression, his face going pale when he realized just how awkward his position was. He grabbed a bag quickly then, hauling it back into the front seat with him.

"Sorry." He murmured quietly, digging around in it until he found a black hoodie. He tossed the bag into the backseat carelessly then, lifting his arms and shrugging the sweater on. I couldn't help the frown that spread across my face now that I couldn't openly marvel at his body, but at the same time it was probably for the best. It was only a matter of time before I took things too far and he caught me checking him out. 

He turned to me then, a completely blank expression.

"Fine, I will go, but you had better make it worth my while." I smirked, biting my lip as I thought of all the different things I'd liked to do to make it 'worth his while'. 

"Oh, trust me, I will." 

A/n: I am still sort of iffy if this is too much Troyler interaction but ya know, you guys seem to like it and that is all that matters to me <3 I love you all and WHO'S EXCITED TO SEE HOW THEY SPEND THE DAY? I AM, BECAUSE AT THIS POINT EVEN I HAVEN'T DECIDED! Okay, COMMENT and VOTE :* (This is june 22 me and I have decided how they spend the day) I'm going away so leave me lotsa lovely comments to come back to <3