Previously

Tyler's little side started to peak its way through and he began to panic. He bit the inside of his lip. "Yes." He said quickly. Tyler looked at the floor and quickly walked away. He walked out of the hallway into the outside area of the campus. He took a big breath through his nose and out through his mouth. "What the fuck was that?" He asked himself as he sat on the floor and with his back against the wall.

Continued

Tyler had calmed down. He finished his first class with Mr. Weekes. The bell rang telling everyone that the class was over. He packed all of his stuff into his plain black Jansport backpack. A sound of a hand being placed on his desk caught his attention. He looked up and saw it was his teacher Mr. Weekes. Tyler sat back into his chair and waited for Dallon to speak up. "Tyler." He said pausing making sure he had his attention. "I was hoping you could keep the situation you saw this morning just between the three of us." He said in his teacher tone.

Tyler crossed his arms and scoffed. "I've known about you two since the first time you guys fucked and I've kept it a secret since." Tyler uncrossed his arms and continued packing up his stuff. "I don't really care who my friend fucks, as long as its not my dad." He finishes packing up. " And as long as they don't hurt him." Tyler sighs as he stands up. He closes his backpack and throws it onto his back. "I don't really care." Tyler walks past of the dumbfounded Dallon and walks out of the class as the bell rang and students began flooding in.

Tyler walked to his next class slowly taking his time. Mrs. Rivera was always Tyler's favorite teacher. Everyone thought she was a rough uncaring teacher. To Tyler, she is like a mother to him.

Tyler walked into the art classroom and looked up at her desk to say hello, but she wasn't there. He thought that was a bit weird. He walked to the back of the classroom to his shared square shaped desk. "Tyler. We have a sub and he already took roll." Jenna whispers to Tyler.

He groaned as he set his backpack on his seat. The teacher walked out of the backroom with a stern face and the roll call sheet in his hands. Tyler froze in his spot. "That's him." He whispered to himself.

"Ok. So we are missing." He pauses as he checks the roll call sheet. "Tyler?" He asked looking around the class. "No. He's here." Jenna yelled. She waved her arm in the air as her other hand was pointing to Tyler. Him and Tyler caught eyes. Tyler saw that the yellow haired man had a small smirk. "Well Tyler. Since you were late you'll have to stay after." He finished and marked Tyler present on the sheet. "I am Mr. Dun, and I will be your sub for today." Mr. Dun said introducing himself to the class.

Jenna grabbed Tyler's hand and brought him to sit down on his seat. "What was that about?" Jenna asked curious and worried about her friend.

"H-He talked to me in the hallway and." Tyler said pausing and not taking his eyes off of Mr. Dun. "And he so easily brought me into my head space." He said now looking at Jenna.