beginnings | tronnor au

chapter one,,

TROYES POV

     hi. im troye sivan. my day consists of being called names and going home to oblivious parents. i was never really the "popular" one, let alone.. anyone. im an outcast, an underdog. and people just can't accept that. but then there's the icing to the cake; im gay. which i don't really think is a huge deal i mean, love is love; right? whoever you find interest in doesn't make a difference in who you are. but apparently, barely anyone else thinks that way; at all.

    "hey, boy smoocher! what class do you have next? hopefully it's chemistry; maybe you'll finally learn to have some with girls" hardy laughs fill the hallway as i get shoved into a locker with a huge push, smashing the whole right side of my body into the cold metal. i regain myself and walk on. ive been bullied for so long that it doesn't even affect me anymore. but that's the problem; ever since ive started to get bashed for my own being, ive become almost.. emotionless. im never happy, im never sad, and it's all because of the jerks who hate me for who i really am.

     i walk past the jocks and keep my head down as i go. i get lost in my own thoughts a lot, ill just go on and on in my head about anything; because to be honest, im afraid to say it out loud.

     as i walk through the halls i hear the norms, "go die" and "faggot". at this point im almost at the door until i get stopped by two of the most popular kids in the school, aka; the people who want to make my life miserable the most.

   joe and caspar.

    i just keep my head down and expect the usual. punches and a shove to the floor with an occasional kick to the gut.

   "where you going, fag?" the brunette spats in my face.

   "my next class, and it's getting pretty late im sure i should be getting there." i looked up at the two now, trying to show even the slightest bit of the confidence i didn't have.

   "oh; you wont be getting to that class for awhile, mellet." caspar looked over at joe and began to laugh and soon enough joe joined in. the next thing i know i was on the ground.

   joe had kicked my right in the knee, sending shivers through my whole body that made everywhere tingle with pain. while i was on the floor i was shoved around by the feet of the boys who thought they were better than everyone else.

   and just as i thought it would get to the point where id be sent home again, a loud; but convincing voice boomed and seemed to have shook the bulletin boards.

   "STOP!"

   it was a boys voice, with a sweet american accent. i didnt recognize who it was at first, but if they were telling joe and caspar to stop beating me up; i didn't care who it was.

   "what kind of sick mind do you two have? shouldn't you be in class? you find it somehow pleasurable to shove someone into walls and put them through unnecessary shit they don't deserve, and then expect everyone to think it's okay? i suggest you two get to class or it's going to get ugly here."

    i finally looked up to see one of the popular boys by a name i don't know, standing up for little old me.

   joe and caspar scrambled quickly away, not turning back once. how did he even manage to get them away? wouldn't they be friends?

   "hey, you alright? here; lemme help you up." connor stuck out his hand for me to grab onto, and that i did. his hand felt; welcoming. something i haven't felt in a while. I immediately slouched over myself the second I even attempted to stand; and i flopped into connors arms.

   "oh um.. sorry.. i-i guess its worse than i thought." i said, trying to not let the sobs slip out of my mouth. he caught me and put me down back on the cold tile floor, but somehow i didn't feel cold. i felt all warm inside.

   "i dont think i ever got your name, im connor. connor franta. im really sorry you had to go through that, it just really annoys me when-"

   he rambled. it was kinda cute.

  "im troye. troye sivan. and it's okay, im used to it." oh shit; i barely even know this kid and he probably already thinks im all depressed and weird. "but umm.. thanks. they probably would've done worse if you wouldn't have stopped them." i quickly tried to cover up what I had said.

   "wait, you're used to it?"

   it didnt work.

   "yea, but really; it's okay. i dont want you to have to worry about anything. just know that what you did right now really helped and it really-"

   the now very upset connor cut me off and wrapped me into a warm embrace. and it wasn't a "bro hug"; it was a real, warm, safe embrace. it almost felt like he was crying, and before i knew it i was crying too. i had just met this boy and for some odd reason i feel like i can trust him with anything. i rested my head deeper into his neck, smelling his cologne. he wasn't wearing much, but just enough to calm me down. as we pulled away from each other he looked to me with big, puffy, red eyes and said, "please, dont let them hurt you."