My Stupid Senior (Troyler AU)

Chapter 2//Troye

Troye

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I can't even focus on what our dorm adviser is saying because Tyler's arm is slung over the back of the couch. I pretend to relax back but I can't relax when this heart throb has his arm thrown across the back of the chair. I can't help but fidget like I always do when I'm nervous or uncomfortable. I think that he can tell that I'm nervous because he smirks when he sees that I look uncomfortable. After a few minutes of watching me, fidgeting, he removes his arm from behind me and in let out a little breath of relief.

I need to just be hostile to him so he won't try to make a move on me. I just can't find it in myself to do that because he followed me last year to make sure I was okay. I think he cares or cared if I was alright or not. I don't like trusting people because they always let me down. Last year my roommates said they wouldn't tell anyone I was gay but looked what happened there.

"I have your schedules right here." our dorm advisor holds up a stack of papers. "Once I'm finished talking you are going to come up and get your schedule. Then you are going to find all your classes and introduce yourself to your teachers." I don't know why I focus on those words and none of the other ones but when he finishes Tyler hauls himself up holding a hand out to me.

I get up brushing past him and I hear him scoff at me. I pretend like I didn't hear him and continue to walk. I get my schedule from our dorm advisor, Gabe, and I walk out of the common room without looking back.

I look down at my schedule, seven classes, I head towards the math hall seeing that I have advanced math first hour. I walk and again I can see people pointing and whispering at me. Why the fuck does it matter to those preppy blondes whether I like boys? I don't see how it's their business in anyway. People are stupid especially in high school.

I make it to the math hall without anything drastic happening. Each subject has its own building with different class rooms for different levels of education. I walk into the classroom that is only for senior math classes. I guess I'm smart. I have advanced math and English.

I look around the room not planning on talking to Mr. Stewart because we already know each other. I talked to him at the end of last year about taking this class. I had to take a few placements tests with him watching me so yeah...he knows me.

Mr. Stewart looks over at me then gives me a look that says 'come here'. I walk over to his desk clutching my schedule tight in my hand. He looks up at me then back down at a paper on his table.

"So Troye, I'm making up a seating chart for this class. I'm seating you next to someone in hopes that you will help this person with his math skills because they aren't the best." I nod trying to see if he's wrote the name down on the paper. No such luck. Please don't be Marcus. I don't feel like having the shit beat out of me every day.

"Who is that, sir?" I ask making myself sound curious. I'm not curious I need to know so I can know how terrible this year is going to be. Wow Troye wouldya look on the bright side.

"Tyler Oakley. You know him right? He's short and has purple hair." I almost laugh at Mr. Stewart's description of Tyler but then I remember that that will not help with me trying to distance myself from him.

"Yes he's one of my roommates ." I say and Mr. Stewart looks a bit surprised usually sophomores aren't paired with seniors. Ugh Tyler doesn't know how to do math? Now I have something to tease him about.

"Great. Thank you, Troye." he says and I take that as my cue to leave. I look around to see if Tyler is in here. I see him talking to his friend Zoe Sugg and I slip out of the room before he sees me.