He's Not Like Them- Troyler AU

Chapter 2- No, I'm Not Falling For Him

Troye's POV-

"Troye get up!" My mother screams to me. I roll out of bed and put black skinny jeans and a dark navy shirt. I've never really been attracted to bright colors and most of my wardrobe is monocrome, dark colors. I sulk down the stairs.

"Do I really have to go?" I say mostly to my self but my mom hears and turns to me flaming.

"Troye Sivan Mellet I payed good money for you to go get a good education at this expensive school and you better damn well do your best at this school. No more funny business. You're lucky you didn't lose your enrollment after last years incident," my mom says and I feel a hint of pain flash in the back of my mind.

"I'm sorry mom, I will," I say and grab my bags for the bus waiting outside my house. I wish I was allowed to fly there but my mother would have such a fit. So, I reluctantly step onto the bus and sit in the very back, alone. People stare at me and my wings, but I'm used to it at this point. I think I am the only angel to have black wings, that lives in this realm anyway.

Finally we reach the Golden Stone Academy and the grand brass gates open to let us and a few other buses in. They let us off and were instructed to drop our bags off to be checked. I feel a skip in my heartbeat but then I remember I hid them well. I go to people handing out schedules.

"Excuse me, I would like to change my name to Sivan instead of Mellet in the system," I ask, fake innocence slipping into my voice.

"Do you have a legal guardians consent?" She says and I have to think quick. I act like I'm pulling something out of my back pocket. I concentrate and form a small note with magic only I seem to have among my peers. She seems to accept this and types something into a computer.

"Your new schedule will be in the office," she says and sends me in the general direction.

I pick up my schedule and head to my homeroom after a quick stop at my locker. I sit and watch quietly as other students walk in. One of the last people to walk in was a boy looking down at a piece of paper. He had teal blue hair and blue eyes. He was short but not too short. Thin but not too thin. His smile as he took a seat still absorbed in the note was gorgeous. I tore my eyes away though. He probably hates you like everyone else in this god forsaken school.

I wait for the teacher to go through roll call and after my name is called I zone out. I hear the bell and ring and I quickly make my way to my first class, needing to get there early for my preferred seat in the very back. I look down at the table as I listen to people fill the classroom. The bell rings and I look up. I spot the beautiful boy from earlier approaching me. I feel my cheeks heating up as he shamelessly scans me, landing on my wings. He stops for a split second but quickly plasters another suffocatingly adorable smile and takes the seat next to me. He must be new. He wouldn't sit by me otherwise. Although its very possible he arrived after my suspension.

"Hi, I'm Tyler Oakley!" he says sticking out a hand. I take it timidly. I don't want to hurt him.

"Ummm Troye...Sivan," I say eager to ditch the last name that reminded me too much of a broken home.

Thankfully Tyler stops gazing at me after our teacher begins speaking and I let myself relax a little. He explains about auras and calls Tyler up. Tyler stands up bubbly and cheerful. But I'm dreading when he calls my name already. I know people get scared of my aura and I don't want Tyler to be scared of me. I don't know why but he's the only thing I like around here. His aura is lilac and shimmering, humor and love. I don't pay much attention to the other students, more to Tyler's gaze as he takes in each aura. I'm last. Of course I'm last. The one they'll remember the most. I walk up, my wings shielding my view from the harsh glares and questioning looks. I watch the powder reveal my aura, black with sparratic colors mixed in like red, navy blue and silver. Anger, fear and hate and the black, death. I watch a few people's faces turn in disgust before I hang my head low and shuffle to the back of the room. Tyler looks thrilled when I sit down.

"Your aura was amazing," Tyler breathes and I can't help but want to smile, which is rare.

The next thing I know Tyler and I are standing in the center of the magic and spells room. I watch Tyler shoot a ball of light up that breaks into smaller, harmless confettis. My turn. I strike up a little flame in my palm. This is the only power everyone knows about. But why they remember makes my heart ache and I don't even realise his but the ball of fire in my hand is growing until I feel someones touch on my shoulder. My immediate reaction, out of surprise, is to defend. I look up and see Tyler jump back from me, clutching his red hand to his chest.

"Oh my gosh! I didnt mean to! I'm so sorry, Tyler," I say, closing my hand around the flame and extinguishing it. Great. I've ruined the only potential friend I could have. I stare o

"Hey, its OK. I'm not mad," Tyler says and we walk back to our seats. I try to ignore the stares but there is only so much I can take. I can't wait until this day is over. As soon as final bell rings I head straight to my room. I was the first one to sign my name when I picked up my schedule in the office. I unpack my things and sit down on the edge of my bed. Now that I'm not occupied, I let my mind wander. Just another year with people avoiding me, teachers being disappointed or scared and me being alone. I hate to say it's better than living in my hell of a city with a physco mom. Even though this is better than most places, the memories lingering here sill bring a tear to my eye. It falls silently down to my clasped hands. I wipe it away quickly. I hear someone whistling and approaching closer to my room. No way do I have a roommate. Sure enough, in walks none other than the Tyler Oakley.

"Tyler?" I say confused mostly on why someone who I watched make fast friends with the most popular angels here.

"I think you mean roomie," Tyler corrects and tosses a suitcase on the spare bed.

Why of all people the amazing Tyler could've picked did he choose pathetic ol' me. And why us he looking at me like that? Those eyes, I could get lost in them. No, Troye you are not falling for him. But he is so perfect.

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A/N: woop wooop longer chapters coming!! Hope you looked the opening prologue things!!! Bye!!!