Geek

Chapter 1

a/n; Just to clear things up, there will be a few cuss words in this fanfiction, along with smut, and other things like that. I don't like to use words like I do in this, but it is only what THEY say and do in the book. Also, if you are in band (like I am), and you are offended that in the fanfiction they bully Tyler for being in it, I have absolutely nothing against any school band, as I am in it myself and I love being in it. Okay, now keep reading.
*Tylers POV*
I have been playing the trombone for 5 years now, and I have a huge passion for it.
The only drawback is, the word "Geek".
It seems as if people like to call me that, but I don't like to let stuff like that get to me. Although, to be quite honest, it is hard. It's not only people calling me just that word, obviously. I wouldn't be hurt at all if people only called me "Geek".
But, the sad truth is, they don't only call me "geek".
They call me a "fuck up", they pin me against lockers, they threaten me, they call me "faggot", "midget", the list goes on. Honestly, it fucking hurts, but I try not to let it get to me.
There are just two people who have never bullied me before, other than my group of "band geek" which concludes of 7 people, and my band director of course, and those two people are my mother and a boy named Troye.
My mother is my mother, so of course she has to put up with me. She has no choice. Troye on the other hand, I met in 7th grade and we were good friends. We haven't talked since I worked at a frozen yogurt place about half a year ago, and he came when I happened to be working. I remember he ordered a chocolate fudge breeze, because it tasted the most like Nutella. I recognized him, but he didn't recognize me because that was when I had dyed my hair a "silvery lilac-blue", as I liked to call it. I gave him a friendly "Hi!", and he said an awkward "hello" back, but it was as if he didn't recognize me. I asked him if he remembered me from band in 7th grade, and he said he did, and that he liked my hair and said that I have a strong quiff game. I thanked him, and gave him his fro-yo for free. That was the last time I talked to Troye Mellet.
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Tomorrow is the first day of school, and I'm not sure if I should be excited or scared. I have the bullies to harass me, but band to comfort me. Maybe I should talk to Troye? I don't know. He likes band, but would rather spend his time playing sports, mainly basketball. All of the kids in percussion are "cooler" than the majority of the band, along with like 2 trumpets and a few saxophones. Some of them are really fucking hot, too. To be quite honest, I've always liked Troye. I'm just not sure if he likes me as well, I'm pretty sure he's straight, but I'm about as straight as a ruler. A bendy ruler.
I don't know if I should tell him how I feel, what if he thinks I'm a geek too? I think he's too tall for me. Damn it, his singing voice. His voice in general. His eyes are this beautiful blue, they remind me of winter. His quiff game is stronger than the men at the gym, and his style of clothing, damn. The sweaters with the collar, shit. The skinny jeans, damn it Tyler! Pull yourself together!
Okay, so basically you get it. I am a boy who is gay as fuck, loves band more than life itself, but you know what I love more? Australian boys with e's at the end of their name, with cute accents who can sing. You know who's an Australian boy with an e at the end of their name, with a cute accent that can sing? Troye Sivan Mellet.
I have to talk to him tomorrow.