Denial: Troyler AU

II: Beginning

1st P.O.V.: Tyler

Everything was unusually normal after that. It was kinda weird; I would've assumed that Troye and his group of obnoxious friends would start plotting revenge (or something like that), based on the way I acted and against the way I treated Troye mockingly from the day before. But they didn't, and Troye's friends even seemed oblivious about it, so I guessed he hadn't told anything to them. It's all that matters, I thought. I told Zoe the whole story during lunch and she gave me a look I couldn't decipher. Nonetheless she threw her fragile little arms around me and told me to stop sassing everyone out before I make new enemies – she didn't want me in trouble. This was why Zoe was my queen – and the best female friend I've ever had.

Though, something felt off.

This time, I noticed, Troye didn't treat me like a wall.

He would actually be aware of my existence when I would squeeze past students by the halls towards the drama room, or when I walked towards the middle seats and sit beside Zoe and Alfie in Biology class, or especially when my eyes would involuntarily focus on him during my daily rounds of observing. Troye would turn around and stare directly into my eyes with his bright blue ones as if he could feel my gaze touch his skin. The way he'd snarl at me whenever he'd meet my eye, I find to be the most entertaining thing I had seen all day.

(Especially the other expression that engulfed his features as realization dawned onto him when I made a circle with my fingers while he was flipping me the middle finger. My smile was smug when I returned my attention back to Zoe, who was staring at me with a curl in her lips and two eyebrows arched.)

It stayed like that for a few days. I would unashamedly stare at him whether he be far away or right in front of me, enjoy the fact that he knew my eyes were trained on him and enjoy watching him squirm under my gaze. Sometimes he'd be brave enough to stare at me in the eye and give me the most distasteful glare he could muster, but I would always do something that would make him immediately advert his eyes or avoid my gaze (it was kinda cute, because anything I'd do even vaguely sexual - like licking my lips or raising my eyebrows suggestively would turn him into a flustered mess.)

Troye didn't dare approach me again until we were alone.

This time the clouds were heavily overcast, and so the only way I knew he was approaching was through the vibrations the weight of his steps sent throughout the bleachers. I looked up and he was there; his blue eyes met mine but we didn't say anything. He just continued walking up, and I raised an eyebrow and quickly sent a text to Marcus (who I had been chatting with that time) that I'd be right back.

He sat down, a few feet away from where I was sitting. There was heavy silence between us. Tension filled the air and I had absolutely no idea why he had approached me again – and this was one of those moments where I hated the fact that Troye could be hard to read whenever he didn't want to be read.

“What?” I asked. My body moved to face towards his direction and my eyes narrowed dangerously.

“What, I can't just sit here and try to make friends?” He retorted, pulling his hands out of his pockets and leaning his elbows onto his thighs. There was mirth in his eyes and it wasn't the good kind.

It looked challenging and I felt obligated to amuse him.

I shrugged, playing along. “I don't know, I've heard you didn't like hanging out with guys who wants to ram his dick into another guys ass...” It was loudly said and I almost laughed at my own sarcasm.

Troye twitched and looked slightly appalled with the blunt way I put my words together, but that was the point. Score for Oakley? Definitely a score for Oakley. “That's why I'm going to pretend you're normal for the duration of our potential friendship.” He said. His face looked as if the words were foreign on his tongue.. which didn't make sense, seriously, because shouldn't he be used to saying all these crapload of bull?

“Normal,” I scoffed. “Yeah, okay, hi, my name is Tyler Oakley. I am normal during the duration of this friendship. I like blue, and twinkies, and hotdogs on a stick, and obviously not men.”

He paused before rolling his eyes. “So, Tyler, what's your favourite colour?”

I stared at him with deadpan eyes. Was he fucking serious? Favourite colour out of all the things he could have asked for? “Blue. And why don't you tell me more about you, Sivan?”

And although hesitantly, he eventually did. We got into squabbles, mostly on the differences between Australia and America, and what the best food in the world was like. He argued it was Nutella while I insisted it was Ranch Dressing, but we eventually found something we both liked – hummus.

Don't get me wrong, I still made excellent (horrible for Troye, judging by how he reacted) homosexual references, and Troye still looked like he despised me whenever I would bluntly mention anything that wasn't remotely straight (to say the least.) Our arguments didn't seem friendly at all, and when we would agree over something, it would usually end up it awkward pauses until we start another verbal fight again. He still called me insulting names and I did the same to him.

Still, we were talking. We were having a humane conversation (or fight, whatever), so into it that we both hadn't noticed it was time to leave until the streetlights flickered on after the sun had set. He'd muttered a curse under his breath and quickly said his goodbyes before running off.

I watched his figure as he jogged towards his car. Troye Sivan may be an ignorant, homophobic bastard, but I guess once you look past that fact, he could be quite a decent person.

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i didn't expect to get any votes/reviews for last chapter. needless to say, i was really shocked and excited that some of you guys liked it. thank you to those who dropped a comment and voted! <3 p.s. the fact that i updated within 24 hrs is extremely unlike me. don't think i'll be like this this everytime :'D (also, troye isn't quite supposed to be in-character in this au. i'll make him him soon.)

sachie