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Fresh start ~ chapter 2.

Class ended and the rush to leave the room was upon Grace. She tried to get up and leave but was knocked down by a girl twice her height, and decided to wait there on the cool ground until everyone had left. Eighteen pairs of vicious eyes stared at her as the rushed out and she was left there in the room alone. At least she thought she was alone...

" Haha are you alright?" A warm welcoming voice asked her. She stared up and took a deep breathe.

"Ar.. um...Yeah." She stuttered, regretting her word choice straight away. 

"I'm Troye." The gorgeous boy stated with a smile, reaching his hand down to help her to her feet.

"Grace." She smiled back grabbing onto his hand. Once she was upstanding, she let go of his soft hand and stared into his eyes which where only about ten centimetres from her now. She tried to break the eye contact by looking down nervously back just found herself gazing back at him uncontrollably. 

"So, have you made any friends here yet?" Troye asked warmly.

"Oh, no. I'm not very good at that" She giggled and looked at the floor.

"Well, i'd be honored to be our first friend here. And as your friend, I think I am obliged to have lunch with you." Troye said cheekily. Grace laughed and agreed. She could tell that this was the start of something great.

**** sorry that its short, but the next chapters will be more interesting ;) ****

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Chapter 1 ~ Fresh Start.

Her hands were shaking nervously by the sides of her perfectly ironed tunic. She reached up slowly to fix the makeup beneath her eyes; not paying any attention to the words escaping from her new principals dry lips. 

"... and thats basically all you need to know about your classes. Off you go." He finished. She nodded her head slightly and swallowed. She stood and watch the students move from room to room. They all seemed natural and swift in their movements. Unlike her.

She was always the awkward one in the group. Not just her small group of friends, but any group. She never could seem to fit it. Despite her being named 'Grace', she wasn't very graceful at all. 

She stayed in the same position on the edge of the road where the gravel met the grass for what seemed hours, just watching, planning on how she could get to room 6 without being noticed or potentially talked to.

Straight ahead. That's where she need to be. Just one straight line. She started to pace forward, fiddling with her blonde, straw like hair as she did so. She reached a small pond and stopped to see what kind of fish she might find in there. But there were none. Not one fish was in that pond. Confused and disappointed, she kept walking. The judgmental eyes of the adolescent students stared deep into her, as if they were judging her from the inside out. A few small steps later she got to room 6. She breathed a sigh of relief and took a seat in the front corner of the room.

A pile of buff teenage boys pushed through the petite doorway, almost knocking Grace's table over i the process. Then came the girls. Perfectly groomed with their heads held high and their mocking voices filling the room with gossip from the holidays. Grace knew she wouldn't fit i with them, and with their first glance they knew they were too good for her. They smirked evil, sarcastic smiles and huffed past her. 

Her teacher, Mr. Gimic, waltzed in to the room and hushed the class. Silence fell and Mr. Gimic spotted Grace and smiled.

"Class, meet Grace. She's new here, lets make her feel welcome." He said sternly. 

No one said a word. 

The awkwardness of the silence was broken by a soft knock on the door. A boy walked in. Small in build with beautiful blue eyes and flawless skin. He smiled at Grace as he stepped inside. She smiled back, but he had already passed her.

"Arrh Troye, how nice of you to join us. Have a seat" Mr. Gimic sputtered.

The boy took his seat in the corner of the room and the lesson continued. Not that Grace heard a word. How could she when her idea of perfection was sitting right there in her line of vision? 

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Troye Sivan Fanfiction Introduction.

Fresh Start.

Troye had always been the one his friends and peers could come to for advice. Advice about love and girls and, well, basically everything. But for Troye; love and girls were things he was never very good with. He had all the answers, but could never seem to follow his own advice. 

Grace on the other hand, was the kind of girl boys avoided. She had never been in a relationship. She had never been kissed. But as Grace starts fresh at new school, things may change for her. A new life, a fresh start. 

***Chapter one to be uploaded soon, so stay tuned***