Scared Straight||Tronnor

Beginnings

So this is what it's like being a junior. Waking up at the ass crack of dawn to be greeted by a bunch of grumpy teachers and hormonal teenagers. Although I have Friends, not popular or anything special just friends. Let's just say they're special in their own way, but that's not the point. I'm Troye and I'm pretty unknown at my high school but on the internet it's a whole other deal. My youtube channel is growing rapidly. So far I have 100,000 subscribers! How cool is that. Although, my biggest dream is to spread a message through my music but I'll take what I can get.

       Waking up to the annoying sound of my alarm is such a fantastic way of waking up, for the first day of school. It's my first day of being a junior and lord knows I'd much rather stay up till three in the morning and wake up whenever. That's not going to happen though, at least not for a couple months. Getting up Troye decides to pick out a black T-shirt and some black skinny jeans. How dark right, but with his colorful personality they go along quite well. Troye took a shower last night so he had no need to fret smelling terrible. Walking down the stairs he sees Tyde eating some Frosted Flakes. Guess you could say he's great! (Ha! references)

     What to eat, what to eat? Screw eating, I want some coffee. After making coffee Troye goes and gets ready, says bye to Tyde and goes on his way to school. Troye was homeschooled most of his middle school years but he's still as social as ever. The first year of freshman year he was greeted with open arms, by his friends. He's never felt quite as happy as he is now. At least for now. 

      After about ten minutes of ridiculous song and dance in his car, he makes it to his school. He goes to park his car in his spot but someone else seems to be taking it. Speeding up, Troye barely makes it in before this kid does. I mean he may be a nobody but everyone knows that, that's his spot. The kid pulls up and rolls down the window.

"Why'd you steal that spot, I was trying to get in there!?" He asked averting his eyes as soon as he sees Troye's proud smirk on his face. Troye has sworn he's seen this guy before, but he doesn't remember where.

"Well, I may not be popular but most people know this is my spot. Are you new? I mean you must be. What's your name?" Troye asks slyly. Wondering if his name will help him remember who he is, or where he's seen him from.

"The name's Connor. Connor Franta. Look, I'll remember not to park there but I got to go, Bye." Just like that Connor was off to find another parking place. The name Connor rings a bell in Troye's head but for now he needs to focus on getting his schedule and to go to class.

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Troye definitely received one of the easiest schedules that's for sure. His school has many hallways and buildings but all his classes are in the same building. Thank goodness. He soon begins to make his way to his locker and hoping to find some of his friends along the way. They painted the hallways that's for sure. The new modern blue is all on the walls and the doors are more of a, darker blue you could say. The lockers are the same colors as the doors, this is much better than last years beige doors and hallways. Talk about boring. No friends in sight, how rude.

Snapped back to reality Troye bumps into someone.

"Sorry.. I didn't mean too." An all too familiar voice says.

"Seriously Connor, first my parking spot now my delicate Troye steps." Troye says jokingly but looks up to see a shy face looking down at him. Well isn't that cute. Wait, the heck Troye.

"Look, I'm kidding. Lighten up but could you help me up, please? I don't really fancy being on the floor if you know what I mean." Connor reaches out his hands after a split second of thought. What takes this kid so long. Everyone's eyes were on them until they realized there was no fight just friendly talk. Let's just say the school is more drama driven than actual kindness, but then again what school isn't.

"Troye! Girl, I've been looking everywhere for you!" Troye turns around to be greeted with the one and only Tyler Oakley.

"Sorry, Tyler this little punk here pushed me." Clearly, pointing to Connor who now has his head down. It was bad that you could see how uncomfortable he was. My bad.

"Girl, do you have a problem? No? Good, go to class small one." He says to Connor. Again, just like that Connor speeds down the hall and around the corner. This boy is something else.

"Was he cute or what? Do you know him?" He says with a smile on his face.

"Oh my goodness Tyler enough of you but yes. His name is Connor. Now let's go." He goes tugging Tyler along. Maybe, he was a little cute, but chances are he's straight. Conveniently enough, turns out they both have the same first period. How convenient.

Troye and Tyler walking into their class, greeting Mr. Outabottom. What a silly name, am I right? Although I always feel bad of laughing at his name. He is an awesome teacher and he doesn't care if you're late just as long as you get good grades and are respectful. Never make fun of something someone can't change about themselves. Taking their front and center seats. Troye and Tyler casually start talking, talking about everything and anything that comes to mind. Tyler likes to babble about school drama though, not going to lie it was entertaining.

"Alright class, open your books to pag-"

"Is this Mr. Outabottom's class?" Everyone looks up to see the one and only Connor Franta.

"Yes, take a seat. You must be Connor."