-Tyler's POV-

"Connor!" I ran towards my bestie, engulfing him in a tight hug. I haven't seen him since summer vacation ended. I really missed him. Senior year is gonna be amazing with him by my side. I just hope we have more than two classes together this year.

"Tyler! I haven't seen you in weeks." He went to Florida for the summer. "Oh, I got you something." He mumbled, pulling out of the hug to unzip his backpack.

My eyes widened when he pulled out a huge aqua colored shirt. He held up the huge shirt. "Dolphins 66.." I read the large orange and white letters, confusion quickly filling my mind.

"The Miami dolphins!" Connor sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. "It's a football team in Florida.."

"I knew that.. I was just messing with you." I scoffed, admiring the large t-shirt, taking it from his hands. "Thanks, Connie." I smiled, giving him another hug.

"The hell.." He mumbled beside me ear.

"What? Is something wrong?" I pulled away from his arms, turning around. There's a few people walking down the hallway. I've never seen them before, must be newbies.

"Look at that kid." Connor pointed to a boy with brown hair. He's.. Gothic.. He's wearing black boots, skinny jeans and has a few piercings. He didn't look up, No, he kept his gaze trained on the floor.

"What about him? He just looks kinda intimidating to me." Strangely, I just couldn't tear my eyes away from him. He seems very.. Interesting. From what I can tell.

"He's scowling at the ground, Ty.." Shit, he's walking this way. Maybe to tell me to stop staring at him.. No, that wouldn't make sense, considering he hasn't looked up from the floor yet.

"Uh, excuse me," He glared right at me. Maybe he isn't as nice as I thought.. "You're blocking my locker." He looked away from my eyes, instead looking down at the floor.

"My bad." I stood there, frozen in place. I couldn't stop looking at his lips.. His bottom lip has two black rings on it. His ears are pierced as well.

"What's his problem?" I blinked a few times, exiting the trance this boy had put me in. He was asking Connor a question.

"Tyler, lets go." Connor grabbed my arm, leading me away from the mysterious punk boy. We stopped outside of first period English."Whats up with you today?.." He raised an eyebrow at me.

I honestly don't know what's wrong with me today.. I just couldn't take my eyes off of that boy.. Even though he was rude to me, I still feel an attraction towards him. I wonder if he's like that all the time. Rude, that is.

I shrugged. "I don't know... I just- I wanted to stare at his face all day." He gave me an odd look, which was quickly replaced by a smirk.

"Aw, Tyler's got a little crushy wushy." He poked my cheek, speaking to me as if I were a baby. I swatted his hand away, blushing at the mention of that boy.

"Shut up! I don't even know him.." I mumbled the last part, suddenly feeling nervous. I've never been attracted to someone so quickly, It usually takes a few days of knowing someone for me to develop a crush on them. Something about that boy just.. Seems different. In a good way, of course.

"He seems kinda like an ass." Connor mumbled to me as kids began walking into the classroom. I hope the teacher didn't hear us..

"Maybe today's just a bad day for him." Maybe he stepped in some dog shit on the way to school.. I don't know what goes on in his life. I shouldn't judge him before I get to know a little more about him. Or anything at all for that matter.

"Looks like he's got first period with us." Connor whispered just before the boy walked past us and into the classroom. I watched as he took a seat in the very back of the classroom. I couldn't help but stare at him for a few seconds.

I walked inside, taking a seat near the front of the class.
Once everyone was all settled in there were still a few empty seats near the front. Not many kids enjoy sitting so close to the teacher.

"As most of you know by now, we have a few new students," Mr. Dawson chuckled before continuing. "Troye, why don't you sit up front with the other kids." I looked back, seeing the punk boy from earlier let out an annoyed groan. He stood up, taking a seat in the middle of the room. Troye.. That's a cool name. It really does suit him. Troye... Troye the cute boy from first period English.

"I meant in the front.. Beside Tyler." Mr. Dawson rolled his eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh. Just as Troye was about to sit down beside me Mr. Dawson placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling him to the front of the class.

"This is Troye Mellet. Sorry to break the news to ya, but he isn't fresh meat. He's a senior. And he's kinda scary." Troye wouldn't look up, he just played with the sleeves of his large flannel shirt. Poor kid.. Mr. Dawson always likes to embarrass the new kids.

He tried to ignore the laughter as he retuned to his seat.

"Tyler," Mr. Dawson was hovering above my desk, an annoyed look on his face.

"Yeah?"

"If Marylyn Manson over here needs help, you help him." He rolled his eyes, gesturing to Troye. That was kinda rude. Troye's makeup looks way better than Marylyn's. and he's only wearing a little bit of eyeliner..

"Whatever." I tried to sound indifferent, But failed when I smirked.

Dammit, this boy is already affecting me in strange ways. I should strike up a conversation with him after class.

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A/N

Idk what to think of this.. But I guess I'm writing a new Troyler fic.. 💀somebody please just fucking stab me to death already. Ok thanks.

What'd y'all think of this?..

Bye~Rachel.

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