hold me ➳ troyler au // FIRST //

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Troye

05.09.14

8:55 a.m.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you," is all what Tyler said. I didn't know what that meant. He can be just lying. He did protect me. But why? Why would he try to protect me from his friends? It's scaring me.

I nod quickly. The bell rings 8 minutes later and I gather my shit and leave the classroom, hoping no one is following. I reach my locker, relieved to find no one looking or chasing after me. I get my History textbook and binder and slam my locker. I walk to History.

9:10 a.m.

I got to class right when the bell rang. I enter the classroom. I see the teacher. His name is Mr. Algebra. The fuck? Isn't this History? "You must be Troye! Troye Sivan, right?" He asks. I nod. "Welcome! You're the new student. I am Mr. Algebra. I'm the History teacher. Yes, I know what you might be thinking, 'What the fuck? Am I in the right classroom?' And yes, you are. I wouldn't know you if you were in the wrong classroom! So go. Take a seat next to..." Mr. Algebra scans the room. He pops his head up when he has found the perfect seat. "Ah! Next to Tyler!" He points to the purple-haired boy. I roll my eyes and walk over to Tyler.

"Hi," Tyler whispers next to me. I decide to ignore him. He taps on my shoulder. "Why don't you talk to me?" I shush him.

"We're in class—"

"Okay guys! Go and communicate to get to know each other! There are many new students here! So bond!" Mr. Algebra says, interrupting my conversation with Tyler. Well, not really conversation. I ball my fists up and smile hardly. I look back at Tyler.

"What did you want?" I ask him, trying to be the nicest mother fucker I am. I'd rather be in the back on Tumblr right now than talk to this purple haired freak who basically almost saved my life.

"Well, we should talk about our project that's due on Monday. I think we should work on it on Saturday or Sunday? Because I'm going to a party on Friday. It's not a big project. It's really easy. We have to just take pictures of things and write a paragraph of a day we spent together. So maybe on Saturday, we can walk to the beach, or hang out at your place?"

"Um..." Do I want to say yes?

Yes.

"Sure, why not. We can hang out at my place, I guess. But I have to warn you: I have two brothers and a sister who sometimes get very annoying, so please try to ignore them. Don't get too attatched, or else they'll be wrapped around your finger."

"Okay! Sounds perfect! We can exchange numbers or something and we can get a hold of each other for the weekend! Or Skype, whichever one."

"Maybe both? Most of the time when I'm home, I'm on Skype, but whenever I'm out, I'm on my phone. And it's really hard to find out where I go. I just go wherever I want to."

"Okay!" Tyler takes out two small pieces of papers and hands one to me to write my number and Skype name. We exchange them. "See you next weekend?"

"Sure."

06.09.14

3:06 p.m.

I just woke up because of the sound of my buzzing phone and computer. I turn on my phone, just to be welcomed with the day with a bright screen. I throw my phone on the ground. Good thing I have carpeted floors. I bury my head into my black pillow to collect myself. I then pick up my phone and blindly turn down the darkness. I check to see who was texting me. Tyler. I roll my eyes and text him back after entering my pass code. I text him back, 'get on skype.'