University Life (A Troyler AU)

~Tyler's Pov~

I can hear my alarm going off. The constant beeping calls at me yet my eyes remain shut. It was only my first alarm. Yeah I have two, unlike your average college guy who only had one, if they remembered to set it. I have one to wake me up, and another to get me out of the bed. They were those type of loud, siren alarms; the kind that would drive a roommate crazy, if I had one. I usually use this time to think, ya know, clear my head, prepare for the day and junk? I opened my eyes and grabbed the thick, black glasses sitting on my bedside table next to my first alarm.

I got up and pressed the off button on my phone's screen silencing the first alarm. I have five extra minutes, cool. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I know it's a waste of water, but I like to leave it running while I style my hair; the water needs to heat up first anyway. I ran my fingers through my lilac locks and shook them out. I mentally argued with myself on whether or not I should just put on a hat after my shower and be done with my hair. I shrugged to myself and got into the shower. While cleansing my body I closed my eyes and began to hum to myself. My humming soon turned to singing and before I knew it I was sing "California Girls" into a bottle of conditioner.

Time slipped away quickly and my skin started to wrinkle. This is not a good look. I got out of the shower and dried off. I looked at the hamburger wall clock, I'm about to be late. Great, late the one day that I have a presentation that I'm actually proud of, a topic that I actually like. I can make it if I run...running voluntarily, not my type of thing. This day is off to a not so good start.

I sprayed my hair wit some dry shampoo and put on my floral snap-back. Well, I got my hair done, now I just have to fix my hunger. I grabbed an energy bar and a can of Red Bull along with my backpack and exited my room. I slid the can of Red Bull into the side of my backpack and unwrapped the strawberry-flavored bar. The aroma of it was already starting to satisfy my hunger. I guess I won't need to eat it then. There's a strict no food or drinks allowed policy, so I either eat it now or go hungry...I re-wrapped the bar and put it alongside the canned drink.

I entered the classroom and slipped into my seat without anyone taking notice. "Oakley," the professor called. "Present," I replied putting my things where they would stay for the next hour and a half. He continued calling role, I didn't really pay any attention to what he was saying. I know everyone in this class, and I know who to talk to. Finding that out requires finding out who to avoid. That is unless you take a lucky guess. But the chances of that aren't very high are they?

"Troye Sivan," professor called. I looked up and around the room. New student, on the day that I wear a hat. I rolled my eyes. "Present," the new boy called. My attention turned to him, right next to me. That seat has always been empty, but today it's full; full of tall, brunette sexiness.

When Professor Dennis finished calling role he took his sat at the desk in front left of the room. Using his index finger he cued me up to start my presentation. I gulped and walked up to the room of the silent room. Everyone's eyes were on me, the pressure is real, especially because of this new kid. I took a deep breathe. 'This report is on current events, Tyler you can do this, just speak your mind and you've got your grade.' I kept thinking to myself. Professor Dennis cleared his throat pushing me to begin talking about the Sochi Olympics. I talked about how they were bad, and how they disgusted me. "It's sports dude," some guy started, "just let them play." "I haven't done anything to stop them, I'm just stating my opinion about how the world is drooling over these sports and people who live there are living in fear of living there just because of the way that they were born." I snapped back at him. He didn't have any words to say back to me, he just scoffed.

I finished my presentation, everyone just started at me wide-eyed, Mr. Dennis just looked at me with an unamused expression. "Homophobes," I mumbled under my breath returning to my seat. The sound of clapping echoed in the tension-filled room. I looked up at one of my friends expecting one of them to be giving me a pity clap, but it wasn't. It was Troye. He was the only one clapping and it didn't seem like he was planning on stopping anytime soon. I looked at him, expecting him to stop and look away, disgusted. But he just smiled at me.

"Look everybody, the faggot's got a boyfriend." that same obnoxious jerk declared. I glared at him as the class busted it into a fit of laughter. You'd expect more maturity from a class in a college, but not in one full of frat boys and slutty sorority girls. I put my head on the table and watched the guy who has spent this whole class time making my life worse than what it already is. His report was on the Superbowl. I kept making tiny glances at Troye, his eyes were fixed on some girl in the front of the room.

I sighed to myself and stared at the clock to the left of the room. Watching him talk about a game is worse than watching paint dry. All that most people care about is the scores and the last quarter. They don't want to know who did what play, or tacked whomever they did. I know I don't. He finally finished his speech and got a standing ovation. "Ugh." I whispered to myself. "I know right," I heard the brunette next to me whisper back. "Class dismissed."

I started to gather my things and ahead for the door, before being stopped by someone tapping onto my shoulder. I turned around and looked at Troye. "Hm?" I asked stumbling some trying to get out of the way of the other people exiting. "Do you know where room 43 is?" he asked me quietly, in a somewhat shy tone. "Yeah, that's my room, I guess it's your room too now." I said smiling at him. When we both got there his luggage was on the floor. "I am so sorry." I said quickly getting my things from his side of the room. "It's fine," he smiled at me starting to unpack.

Once I was done moving my stuff and he was done unpacking. We both sat on our beds and looked at each other. He showed his pearly whites once more and said, "I'm looking forward to this year."

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