enemies.

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troye sivan was an asshole

at least that's what connor thought.
everyone else loved troye.

"troye! you are so cute" "troye, wanna chill with us after school?" "troye, you are so cool ohmygosh."

hell no.

they had met almost 5 years ago, when troye had embarrassed connor in front of the whole class, on the first day of 6th grade.

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connor walked into rockpresh middle school, nervous but excited. with a smile etched across his face, he walked into his first homeroom ever. ms. wanterbury was the name of his homeroom teacher. she was the 6th grade english teacher, apparently.

"hi!" connor said nervously to her, because he didn't know who else to talk to. "why, hello there! and your name is...?" "connor"

"right!" she said, picking up the attendance sheet and marking a check next to my name. she turned around and said to me, "well, you can sit anywhere you want" connor then thanked her and sat down at the nearest desk available.

he looked at the people surrounding me. this was alright, he guessed.

the first block connor had was english.

as he walked into the english class he sat down in the first desk he saw, and placed his accordion folder on the desk, straightening everything out.

everyone was talking around him and he felt as if he was in his own bubble. a boy next to him with blonde hair and black framed glasses leaned over, a said a loud "hey!" to connor. "tyler" the boy said, stating his name. "connor" he said back, giving a shy wave to tyler.

the teacher then walked into the room, and chirped a bright "good morning!" to the class. "i have to go get papers for the day at the office" the teacher said. "please do not get up out of your seats and be quiet. ill be right back." the teacher quickly then left the room, her dark purple heels clicking on the floor as she rounded the corner, out of sight.

the class immediately burst into a loud chatter, ignoring the teachers rule. connor, sighed, and looked around the room.

suddenly, a tiny boy burst in the room, stumbling over the carpet and falling to the ground. the kids giggled at him, and connor felt embarrassed for the boy. he got up out of his seat and said to the boy, "are you okay?"

the boy looked at him in disgust as connor tried to help him up, and scooted away from him on the floor. then, quite loudly he said, "no thanks, i don't need help from a faggot."

the class went silent as those disgraceful words tumbled from the boy's lips. they then burst into laughter, pointing at connor and repeating the awful word in glee.

connor looked around, cheeks burning as tears began sliding down his face.

what did that mean? what did the boy mean? why is everyone laughing?

he ran out of the room, out of the building, and all the way room. not stopping once.