Geek

chapter 2

Tyler's POV
I walk into the door to see the administration greeting me with an awkward "Hello!" that honestly makes me want to cringe, because that awkward "Hello!" means I'm walking into a 9-month long session of bullying. Fantastic.
With my school, what we usually do in the mornings is hang out in our advisory class until the bell rings, which thank the Lord above my advisory class is band because a; band is the only place I can tolerate at school because I'm not going to be bullied, and b; Troye is gonna be there.
I walk into the double-doors leading into the band hall only to see our band director; Mr. Maldonado.
"Hello!" Mr. Maldonado said, apparently glad to see me.
"Hi!" I said back, in my bubbly tone.
I casually walk into the band hall, and of course the first thing-or, shall I say, person-I see is Troye's beautiful, gleaming blue eyes.
I knew it wouldn't be that easy to talk to him, now that I have 2/7 of my "band geek" friends to distract me from approaching my only goal of the day.
"Tyler!" Joe Sugg said, his voice beaming with excitement. Joe had played the French Horn, but he wasn't necessarily good at it. He had been 4th chair out of 5 people the entire year last year. No improvement whatsoever, but I am still glad to call him my best friend.
"Hey, Joe." I mumbled.
"What's wrong, Ty? Bullying?" Jim Chapman said with empathy. Jim played the flute, and was an absolute beast at it. Not even kidding. He is practically glued to first chair.
"Yes. The bullying has gotten wayy worse. They hate me now! Gotta go." I ran off, Jim and Joe's faces puzzled. They eventually shrugged it off and walked away, not even questioning what had just happened.
I walked up to Troye, who was standing behind the school's crappy marimba. The school barely had any money, so we couldn't afford any good band instruments. "Hi!"
"Oh, hey Ty!" Troye said, with his beautiful Australian accent.
"Hey, um, I just wanted to stop by and say hi, and..." He glanced at me for a second. "your eyes are pretty." I covered my mouth immediately and ran off. Did I really just say that? Fuck! Way to take it slow, Ty. You really did it this time.
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I walked to my first class embarrassed with myself, positive my cheeks were still tomatoes.
"Hey, Tyler! Over here!" I then recognized the voice of this person, and it took me courage to even turn around and look at him.
I took a quick glance at him, his brown eyes and dark brown hair, looks kind of like an anime character. He marched up to me, only to push me up against nearest set of lockers, his boyfriend Phil Lester in the background. He was gay, too, but for some reason just couldn't tolerate "nerds".
"Hey, geek!" He pushed me even harder. "How's band? Or shall I say, nerd land?" Dan pushed me down to the floor, without even waiting for my answer. He walked away, holding hands with Phil. I got back up, pushing up my large-framed glasses and walked to class.
My next class was pre-calculus, which I heard was the hardest class in high school. Yay.
I walked into the door leading to stress with a greeting from the teacher, Mr. Villarreal. I walked to my seat, and both good and bad news took place.
Troye was in the seat next to me.
He took a quick glance at me, then looked down. Oh, shit. The eyes! The hair! Shut the hell up!
I was startled by Mr. Villarreal practically yelling. "Since it is the first day of school, we will be playing a name game." I groaned out loud, which made the whole class stare at me, including Troye. Fuck. "Okay...so heres how things will roll. You will turn to the person next to you," Mr. Villarreal continued. Shit. Troye is next to me. "and you will tell them your name, your hobbies, and what you want to be when you grow up." That sounds doable, I guess.
I turned to Troye, and he turned to me. Thank God he didn't turn to the person on the other side of him. "Okay, so my name is Tyler, my hobbies include mainly band, but I also like techy stuff. Oh, and I want to do something involving tech when I'm older, but also have a musical side in my life. I also want to make people the happiest they can be, and never make anyone sad, but unfortunately that's impossible. Your turn."
He raised his eyebrows at my long but probably boring statement. "Nice! My name is Troye, you probably know that by now, and my hobbies include band, also. People like to think that I like sports, but I really don't. I mean, I like football, but I know it wont get me anywhere in life. My goals are kind of the same as you, but I want to be a singer instead of a tech-person." Whoa, he can sing? He doesn't necessarily like football? He has almost the same goals as mine? What?
"Ooo, girl. You can sing?"
"Yeah, not that big a deal." Troye said, which was a false statement.
"Not true!" I said, in my sassy voice.
"Yeah true!" He said, in the same tone of voice. How adorable, that little munchkin.
"Sing then. I want to hear this 'not that big a deal' voice." I said.
"I would show you, but were in cla-"
"Nope." I interrupted. "No excuses. Sing to me. Have you written any songs?" I asked.
"Yes, I've written 7."
"Titles?"
"'Gasoline, 'Fun', 'The Fault in our Stars', 'Happy Little Pill', The '2012' song, The '2013' song, and the 'OTP' song." That's a lot of songs.
"Whoa, sing one of them! How about 'OTP'? That sounds interesting." I leaned my head toward him.
"Okay, here we go-"
"CLASS, I think were done for today." Mr. Villarreal interrupted. That's how I knew that he would be my least favorite teacher.