Ticket Outta Loserville (Trames au)

Chapter 1- Tristan's POV

It's the first day of school and I'm already dreading it. Saying that I hate it here is probably the understatement of the century. It's so weird- I'm 16 years old, this is meant to be the best time of my life, but no. I don't think that it helps that I literally have 2 friends. Me, Connor and Brad sort of found each other on the very first day, and we've hung around together ever since. They're not the most popular of guys, but they're my friends and I like them. It's certainly better than being that one weird kid who's always by themselves.

I trudge into school and am immediately greeted by a teacher glaring at me, and I sigh heavily as I take off my headphones, removing my one source of escapism. It's way too early to be dealing with the noise of this place, but I have no other choice. 

I'm cheered up slightly by Connor running over to me and pulling me into a hug. "Hi Tris!" he shouts, earning a weird look from a passing student.

I smile, hugging him back. "Hi Con. How was your summer?"

"It was ok." Connor says, releasing me from his grip. "What about you?"

"Yeah, it was alright." I shrug. To be honest, I was just glad to have a break from this place.

"That's good." Connor says. "Have you seen Brad?"

"No." I say, rolling my eyes. "I only just got here. Maybe he got to form early."

"Maybe." Connor agrees. "I'll see you later." I wish I was in the same form as Connor and Brad- mine is full of people who make it clear that they don't like me, but there's a couple of people who are ok. 

When I get in the room, I'm surprised to see that the layout has completely changed, and I spot a seating plan on the board. I used to sit by myself last year, but based on this, I now have a seat mate. I scan the chart until I spot my name, thankfully at the back, but I find out who I'm sitting next to- James McVey.

I immediately panic as I realise who that is- he's one of the most popular guys in school, he's on pretty much all the sports teams, and he's gorgeous. No one at this school knows I'm gay yet (I don't want to give them another reason to hate me), so I'm just going to have to keep the fact that I've had a huge crush on James since day 1 of being at this school a secret. 

I sigh, heading over to my seat and collapsing into it. James is usually late, so hopefully I won't have to deal with him too much today. I breathe a sigh of relief every time someone who isn't him walks through the door, and he eventually shows up when the teacher is in the middle of taking the register. He saunters through the door, chewing gum and looking like he doesn't care that almost everyone in the room is staring at him. 

"Mr McVey, this is not a good start to the school year. Spit that gum out." the teacher says. James ignores him, shrugging and then walking over to the back of the class. My heart sinks as his stupid friends follow him in- they're the sort of people who think it's funny to shout at you in the corridor and throw food in the canteen. James sits down in a chair and dumps his bag on the floor. "Not there." says the teacher. "There is a seating plan. You're sitting next to Mr Evans."

Everyone in the room turns to look at me, and James' jaw drops. "Are you serious?" he asks rudely.

"Yes." says the teacher firmly. "Get a move on. You're holding everything up." James huffs, picking his bag back up and sitting in his seat but as far away from me as he can. The teacher continues to take the register, but James quickly gets bored of sitting quietly. He starts whispering to one of his friends over my head, and I sigh, sinking further into my chair. 

Eventually, their conversation gets so loud that the teacher is forced to turn around. "You seem keen to get into trouble on the first day Mr McVey. Sit still and stop talking to Tristan."

"Why would I want to talk to him?" James asks rudely, and my cheeks burn as almost everyone in the room laughs. "I was talking to Alex."

"That's enough." the teacher says. "I don't care who you're talking to, just stop." James rolls his eyes, but he does shut up. Thankfully, the bell rings, and I sigh in relief as I can finally get out of here. As usual, everyone shoves past me to get out the classroom. As I head out into the corridor. I sigh heavily. The teacher was right- this is definitely not a good start to the year.

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Soooo, I'm back, this time armed with a trames fanfic. If you've ever read any of my (bad) bronnor or tradley fanfic, then hi, and if you haven't, *effie trinket voice* welcome welcome. 

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