Tyler's P.O.V.
I glanced at my watch. 8:58. Troye would have arrived by now, yet he hadn't entered the room.
I sighed and rested my head in the palm of my hands. I've really fucked this up now.
My head shot up as the door opened.
My heart deflated a little when I only saw the teacher.
He waddled in and placed his abnormally large notebook on the desk. Looking up at us, he grinned, showing yellowing teeth.
"Well morning class, I'm in a good mood tod-" he began, but abruptly stopped. His eyes flicked towards the door.
It had clicked open, and was slowly opening. My breathing stopped.
"Hello Troye, nice to see you arriving in class, take a seat please" the teacher cheerily said.
Why did he come to school today? He's badly injured, yet he's standing there, looking like nothing is wrong?
Troye barely nodded, just making his way to the seat next to me. He swiftly sat in his chair, grabbed his books out and stared at the teacher. I still noticed how he leaned away from me, like I was toxic or something.
"Anyway, as I was saying, I'm in a good mood today, so I thought I would spread it around and just watch a movie." A few cheers were heard in the classroom.
The teacher pulled the screen down and turned on the projector. He clicked the mouse, turned the lights off and pressed play.
We had been told to take notes, but I had already seen the film, so I already knew what the characters acted like.
I glanced over at Troye, and saw him drawing. It was the same rose that I had seen him draw the first day.
It had now a 3D effect, shadows scattered beneath the rose and petals.
I looked at his face, scrunched up in concentration. He was frowning in what seemed like frustration.
I decided that I would secretly watch him draw, instead of the movie.
A minute passed of him drawing then erasing, before he dropped his pencil and flicked to a fresh page.
He lightly tapped the page. He finally positioned his pen to draw.
All of a sudden, Troye snapped his book shut and sighed, watching the movie.
I reluctantly turned back to the moving picture. There goes my plan on watching him draw.
The Bell went, and Troye zoomed out of the classroom before I could even grab my bag.
How can I fix this now?
A/N Hiii! Sorry for the filler, I didn't have any inspiration.
My writing, to me, has turned slightly downhill, so my updates may become less frequent. To me, it seems to be getting repetitive, so I'm adding different words and speeding up the plot. So, once again, expect less frequent updates.
Imma go now
BYE!!!.
Jam.