Troye's P.O.V.
I slammed my locker in frustration, so far it's been 2 months into the new school year and I'm about ready to ditch this hell hole. I sulked through the halls, avoiding any and all forms of human interaction. Well, that is until-
Oof!
"Hey watch it, douche!" I heard below me. I glared into the eyes of a small boy glaring up at me.
"What did you call me?" I growled.
"A douche." He replied sassily. "Or would you rather prefer to be called dick?"
I looked him up and down before rolling my eyes.
"Just get out of my way, runt." I sneered, angrily storming off.
The nerve of that guy! I would've even thought he was pretty cute if he didn't act like such a dipshit. He was a pretty small guy, but he was still quite fit. You could see his muscles rippling through his tight shirt, and his strong jaw line protruding, even when it was covered by his thick framed glasses and messy blonde hair. So I guess if you consider huge muscles, messy hair, and overall gorgeousness 'attractive', then yes, he's attractive. But god was he annoying.
I didn't even realize I had made it to my classroom until a sharp pain shot through my toe. A string of curse words passed through my lips as I slammed into my desk, earning me a few weird glances and some giggles. I groaned and slid into my seat as the teacher began going through the lesson.
Half way through the lesson I felt my eyes drooping shut. I was exhausted from staying up late doing homework. How do they even expect me to get a good nights rest when I have to deal with hours of homework. I sighed in defeat, letting sleep take over.
"TROYE MELLET."
I jolted up, taking in my surroundings. I looked up shyly at my teacher standing above me with her hands on her hips.
"Troye, this is the third time this week you've fallen asleep in class!" I prepared myself for the usual lecture, when the bell rang. I sighed in relief and began collecting my things when the teacher spoke up again.
"I'll see you in detention, Mr. Mellet." I grumbled taking the slip of paper she was handing me, and stalked out of the room. I was so looking forward to this being my last class of the day, but looks like I'll be going right back.
I slammed my locker shut in frustration for the second time today, slinging my backpack lazily over my shoulder, then freezing in my tracks when I felt it come in contact with something hard. A loud grunt sounded behind me and I spun around. A familiar blonde stood behind me grimacing and I couldn't help but let a giggle slip past my lips.
"Whoops." I muttered, trying and failing to wipe the grin off my face.
I made my way back to the classroom, a sense of victory tingling through me before I remembered exactly where I was going. I rolled my eyes walking into the classroom and plopped down in an empty chair as far away from any delinquents as possible. I fiddled my thumbs mindlessly as more detention students arrived, only looking up suddenly when I heard my name.
"There's an open seat over by Mr. Mellet, Tyler." I looked around for this 'Tyler' who was apparently going to be sitting by me, only to be filled with horror when I met eyes with blondie. I groaned and went back to twiddling my thumbs as he slumped into the vacant seat next to me.
"Alright everybody," the teacher spoke up, "I have to make a quick trip to the office. While I'm gone their will be no talking, no getting up, no sleeping, Mr. Mellet..." She trailed off shooting me a warning glance. I sunk into the chair, averting my eyes uncomfortably.
"I'll only be 10 minutes." She finished, walking out of the classroom.
Immediately everyone started moving around and talking, completely disregarding her previous warnings. I felt a slight nudge on my shoulder and I turned around meeting eyes with blondie, oh I'm sorry, Tyler.
"What do you want?" I huffed.
"So, you're in hear for sleeping in class." He said, seeming to have brushed off my coldness towards him.
I snorted. "Yeah she sure made that obvious." He nodded, pausing a moment to think of a reply.
"You really shouldn't do that anymore." He said, sounding almost concerned. "I'd hate to be stuck in detention with you again." He finished coldly.
"You're a dick." I snapped angrily.
"You're a douche." He retorted.
"I hate you." I growled, gritting my teeth.
"I hate you more." He grumbled before crossing his arms with a huff.
