Troye’s POV
“So Troye, behave yourself this term I don’t want any calls from teachers understand? Now do you have everything you need?....” I vaguely hear my mother say. I dreamily stare out the window, regretting the day ahead. If you didn’t know I’m Troye Sivan Mellet but everyone knows me as Troye Sivan: that emo gay kid. I hate school. I’d much rather be at home listening to my favourite bands and reading kellic and jalex fanfictions all day!
“Here we are honey” My mother’s voice brings me from my thoughts. I grab my bag and phone and jump out. “Have a nice day” she calls. Her voice mixes with the low grumbling of a car engine and the excited chatter of girls and boys glad to be back at school. “In hell” I mumble under my breath. “Have a nice day in hell –hell aka Silverton High.” I sigh and put my music in and press shuffle.
“Remember when they said that what we could never be done, when it all comes falling down. We do want we want too. Said we do what we want to yeeeaahhh” Kellin’s angelic voice blasted out of my earphones. I smile discretely and make my way to my locker. I check on my schedule and see what I have today. Homeroom, Math, Science, PDHPE: Theory... “Fuck” I curse.
“Language young man” a teacher says as he walks past. Just my luck, I get caught and I’m stuck with the 3 shittest subjects first. I check what I have the rest of the day. Lunch, Drama, Music. At least I have my three favourite subjects for the rest of the day (That’s if you count lunch, which I do) I grab my books and shut my locker with a bit of a slam earning stares and snickers from the group of snobby sluts and jocks. Ugh great way to start the day.
“TROYE FUCKING SIVAN” is the only thing I hear until a petite but gorgeous girl is squeezing me to death. “Omfg I’ve missed you! I’m so sorry I didn’t text or call or Skype the parentals took my phone because of swearing ugh. Why did we have to go away? Anyway! How was your 2 week break?” she gushes.
“Fuck Zoe, breathe. Same old, same old so basically it sucked. Missed you too. Come ‘ere” and I engulf her in a massive bear hug. Zoella Sugg everybody. She’s my best friend; she’s small but has a massive mouth on her. So loveable.
“Hehehe” she giggles and steals one of my earphones. “OOOOHHH YAY ALL TIME LOW, I’ve never told a lie and that makes me a liar. I’ve never made a bet but we gamble with desire. I’ve never let a match with intent to start a fire but recently the flames are getting outta control” she sings to the song. Another fact about Zoë. She has fan-fucking-tastic music taste like yours truly.
“Shit Troye we gotta get to homeroom” she yells yanking my arm as she runs just as the bell goes. Homeroom is sorted into alphabetical order so Zo and I are in the same homeroom along with the other bastards ending in R,S,T,U. “so” she says “any cute guys gotcha eye on” she asks jokingly and winks. Oh did I say I’m gay? “Nope their all dooschebags what about you?” I answer
“You know Joes friend Alfie?” I nodded, Alf was a good guy “yea well Joe invited him on holiday with us and er he asked me out and I said yes”
“AWWWEEEE wait for it..... Zalfie” I announce proud of my ship name.
“Aha very funny you twat.now have you seen the new boy?” she asks her eye brows wiggling
“Er we have a new boy” I ask sighing. Just what we need another ignorant twit that thinks he’s too good for Silverton High
“Yup. His name is Tyler Oakley”
“Ew sounds like a prat” I remark earning a furious nod and laugh from the petite figure.
“Yeeeessss ahaha 10 bucks he fucks Sasha Collins” she laughs and winks as she sees my disgusted face. Sasha Collins. The schools queen bitch. She’s “popular”, slutty, bitchy and just all out mean. Not to mention she feeds on human souls. Ahaha just kidding.... I wish. “Anyway Troye it’s time for the check-up...” she mumbles and casts me an apologetic look. The check-up is a little invention of Zoë’s to see how I’m going because I’m a fucked up human being. It consists of 5 questions. I nod and sigh knowing I will never get out of it, but it’s nice to know she cares but its aggravating how she does it every homeroom. “Days Clean?”
“2”
“How many cuts?”
“25” My highest it 99. I know I shouldn’t be proud or treat it like a record but I do. I always stop at 99 because – even if it’s hard – I made a bet with myself that my 100th cut in a row will be the one that kills me.
“Last Time you ate?”
“3 days”
“Troye you need to eat, its keeps you healthy” I just sigh in response. She can get me to eat but only a small amount and like only 3 days a week. It’s too much but she won’t let it go and our fights attract too much attention. And by won’t let it go she will our group of friends who know about my anorexic to hold me and she will literally stuff food in my mouth and cover my mouth till I swallow. She also doesn’t let me go to the bathroom at school unless in with another guy. She’s like an over-protective sister but it’s only because she cares... I mean she’s the only one who does really. “Last smoke?”
“Last night midnight 2 cigarettes”
“And finally last attack?”
“Last night, dad came home drunk. Why do you think I had 2 cigarettes and midnight?”
“At least you’re trying to quit”
“yeah trying... it’s not really working” Zoe came up with The Check-up 3 years ago when she found out about my Anorexia, Self Harm, Depression, Suicide attempts and panic attacks. She only found out I was addicted to smoking last year when she came over to my house at the middle of the night because her last boyfriend Jack broke up with her after two years and I was in the middle of a good smoke. We sit in our own thoughts until an annoying as shit bell rings, warning us to get to our first class. Math, Science and Theory passed without me getting into trouble for once, it’s not like I did any of the work but at least I didn’t get a detention. Finally Lunch! I take my usual spot next to Zoe and stare around at everyone seated at the table. Marcus, Joe, Alfie, Caspar, Connor, Jenna and Lily. None of them have changed at all in the holidays aha. We start talking bout what we did in the holidays and how cute #zalfie is and how much we hate the populars until a short but fucking handsome boy with adorable pastel purple hair comes up to us and we fall silent.
“Um hi, I’m Tyler. Can I sit with you guys?”
_____________________________- Authors Note - __________________________________
Hellllooo.
So this is my first fanfic so yeah :)
(Im really bad at Authors note aha sorry)
This story is an AU and they are all in perth and 18
Warning; This story might be triggering
So um yeah hope y'all like it
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Do It Now Remember It Later - Sleeping With Sirens
Jasey Rae - All Time Low
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