Torn Between Two

Chapter 2

Troye' P.O.V

I didn’t ask to be popular. I don’t pray every night that tomorrow I’ll wake up and still be the king of the school. To be quite honest, I pray the opposite. I don’t want to wake up and be the Troye Sivan Mellet. I can’t walk down the halls without the little freshman running away. Even some of the teachers are scared of me. Is that really who I want to be when I graduate?

It seems like the only people who aren’t scared of me are my friends. Zoe and Tyler. They’ve been my best friends since, the ‘incident’, as my family refers to it. Ty had finally convinced to come out to my parents, and I was ready. If I’d known dad would take it that way I wouldn’t have come out in the first place.

That’s why I always wear sweaters at school. Even when it’s summer and I’m about to pass out, I can never take my sweaters off. At home, in my room, I’m fine revealing my scars. But if anyone at school knew that the Troye Sivan Mellet’s life wasn’t really great, I don’t think there would be a the Troye Sivan Mellet anymore.

I force myself out of bed as I hear my older sister Sage yelling for me. I already know I’m late and I’m most likely going to be skipping breakfast the usual. I somehow manage to stumble to my wardrobe and pull out jeans and my favourite shirt. I slip them on and grab a light blue sweater, pulling the sleeves down and grasping them nervously.

I check the clock and I have roughly five minutes to make my bus. I grab my bag and race out the door and to my bus stop. Time to be ‘popular.’ I see the bus pull up and I jump on, racing to the backseat in the hope that I’m not alone today.

“Oh hey Troye!” Tyler drawls in his thick accent as a smile breaks across my face. Zoe’s face lights up, “Troye!” I swing across to a seat and sit down, “Hi guys!” Tyler smiles in acknowledgement before he points to the front of the bus. “Franta just got on,” Tyler says as he snickers lightly. I gulp, “Oh.. Really?”

“Yeah. Wanna get him before school starts?”
“Oh.. Oh yeah, sure.”
“What’s up? Would you rather do it after school? Cause that’s-”
“No. It’s fine.”
“Good.”

As we get off of the bus I hear Tyler run down to chase Connor. I hear him call him all sorts of awful names, meaning I have to force a laugh with him. Eventually Tyler leaves and I look around before I track down Connor and hit him hard on the back. I don't know why. I just do.