The Unwanted- Troyler AU

Chapter 19

Tyler's POV:

"I'm not afraid," he whispered. "Not anymore." I didn't expect for my heart to melt at the sound of those words, but they did. He was absolutely perfect, and now I knew for certain that he liked me back. That was something I wasn't going to take for granted.

I took his hand and started dragging him back towards the house silently. "Where are we going?" he whined constantly the entire time, but I refused to answer him. I wanted to talk about this in a place where we wouldn't have to risk being seen.

I didn't let go of his hand until we were up on the roof. Truthfully, I didn't want to let go of his hand then, but there was no other way of crawling out the window.

"So, you actually do like me," I accused with a smirk.

"Hmm what tipped you off?" he asked, returning an almost identical smirk.

"Tease," I snapped. He gave me an innocent face, though. Ugh he was so beautiful. "Sooo... Is this like...?"

"Like what?" he asked, the confidence never faltering. He knew exactly what I was trying to ask, but wasn't going to make it that easy for me. I suppose I deserved that.

"Like is this a thing or...?"

"Is the Tyler Oakley trying to ask me out?" he asked, feigning shock by putting his hand over his heart.

I slipped my hand back into his. "Uh huh."

He squeezed my hand back slightly. That was the only answer I needed from him.

"Troye, why didn't you kiss me back in the auditorium before break?" I asked after a minute. I hated to ruin the moment, but the curiosity was getting to me.

"You didn't give me a chance to react, Ty. I would have. You know that. I guess I just didn't expect it."

Troye grabbed his phone to check the time. Suddenly, he was standing up. "Crap I have class!" he exclaimed. He had English class next, a class that I was supposed to have with him.

"I'll go with you," I interjected.

"What, why?" he said, the two words slurring together. "But I thought you didn't-"

"No," I said, interrupting him. "I don't. But, I mean, I could if you want me to."

"Oh, no. That sounds absolutely awful," he chimed without missing a beat.

"Idiot," I said, followed by a short laugh. We crawled back through the window and I took precautions so that I got a clear look at his butt. If he asked I'd tell him it was an accident. Either he didn't notice or didn't care since he didn't say anything about it.

We started walking to class, my hand brushing against his every once in a while. We knew that we couldn't actually hold hands. It would be too obvious. But it didn't mean that I couldn't remind him every step of the way that I was still there for him and that I always would be.

"Well, aren't you two cute?" a voice sneered. Troye whirled around and I did the same after a second. I wasn't even close to being surprised that it was Brian and Tomas.

"What do you want?" I groaned.

"Just to know when the wedding is," Tomas quipped. I turned my gaze to meet his.

"I don't even know what to say to that," Troye responded sharply. It was a voice I had recently become acquainted with.

"Oh please!" Brian exclaimed. "You can't deny that you're dating."

"We're not dating!" Troye protested.

"Yeah," I whispered, contemplating my next words, "and I don't think Troye's girlfriend would appreciate such accusations!"

"Girlfriend?" Brian asked, seemingly impressed. That wasn't what I was going for, but at least it would prevent him from making couple accusations for a while.

"Oh, please. Troye doesn't have a girl. I mean, how could he? He's practically one himself!" Tomas pitched in. Brian turned to look at Tomas and nodded at him.

"He has a point," Brian said. "Anyways, do you even have a picture of her? I'm sure you would have one on your phone."

Troye glanced over at me before speaking up. "No I forgot my phone back at the house."

"Then why don't you go get it?"

"We're already all late for class!" I interjected.

"See?" Tomas said maniacally. "He doesn't have a girlfriend. They're just trying to cover up their little relationship."

I shook my head and grabbed Troye's wrist, dragging him into the English building with me. All I could hear were the sounds of them saying "Oh look they're even holding hands," but fortunately I was able to drown them out with the sharp beating against my ear drums. I was furious. 

"Troye, I'm so sorry," I whispered hurredly before entering the classroom.

"It's okay," he assured me. From his face, I could tell that he genuinely meant it. But I wasn't going to take it. Troye was too good for me. I was screwing everything up, and he didn't care. What had I done to deserve such a person as him?

Halfway through class, I was still fuming. My hand was resting against my leg, clenched in a fist. It wasn't too long before I felt Troye's hand slip over mine, carefully prying each of my fingers apart from the palm of my hand. My hand relaxed under the feeling of his. I needed this. This feeling of tranquility was intoxicating, and it leaked out of every pore on his body. He laced his finger through mine, squeezing my hand gently. I squeezed back. It was very fortunate that we had chosen the back corner to be our seats. Who knows what would have happened if we were in the front? I didn't want to find out.

After class was done, everyone rushed out of the room except for me and Troye. Even the teacher left immediately. "Thank you," I whispered. "Thank you for calming me down. I'm sorry. I just sometimes can't deal with what they say, you-"

He cut me off, but not with words. He pressed his lips to mind insistantly. When he pulled away, he smiled down at me. "You apologize way too much. Stop." The smile on his face didn't falter.

"If it means getting more of those, I'll beat you on the head with a baseball bat without any regret," I replied back with a smirk. He shook his head and rolled his eyes, laughing. 

"Let's go. We're going to be late for the next class."

A/N

ooooops. guess who hasn't updated for a few days? meeeeeee.

so pretty much, i had my electronics taken away because i'm a bad person. yeahhhhhh. luckily i have my laptop back for homework purposes and i snuck in this chapter. 

ew so school started. i'm a freakin junior. ewwwwww. so old. #waitingforretirement

but reall school sucks. i hate it. i want to go to college already! 

thanks for reading. vote. comment. follow. butts. 

~kat