Thought Of You~ Tronnor

Friends ~1

His eyes, his hair, his face. Him. I want him. I need him. But I can't have him. You could get lost in those green orbs for decades. His hair sometimes styled up into a quiff or left down and slightly curly. In my opinion, his hair (and just him in general) looks perfect no matter what anyway. Incase you haven't gathered, he is Connor Franta. He is the most popular, dreamy, gorgeous, perfect, and most devastating of all, straight, boy I've ever met. Connor Franta, I am in love with the thought of you.

He is in the 'popular' group at school, along with his friends Ricky, JC, Trevor, Sam and Kian. They call themselves 'o2l', and as far as I'm aware, there is no particular reason why. From what I've heard, it stands for 'Our second life', interesting I guess. The 6 boys are like gods at school, with girls constantly surrounding them like they are some sort of wonder of the world. If I were them, I'd get constantly claustrophobic and start yelling at them that I'm not some sort of animal in a petting zoo.

Unfortunately, they don't have the same ideas as me. They use them to their advantage a lot of the time, making them go buy them lunch, or take the blame for things they've done. It's horrible, but the girls are all to dumb and fake to realise it.

"Oh JC... You're so hot",

"Oh my god Ricky I love you!",

"Trevor you're HILARIOUS, and cute, and handsome, I could go on",

"Kian, how are you so perfect? I want to kiss you",

"Sam, can I marry you!?",

"Connor, you're so cute, I love you" they all swoon. (To be fair, I agree with them on this one.)

I like to think that Connor only does this stuff to try and fit in, not by choice. I tell myself that he doesn't want to get kicked out and end up lonely and have no friends. Even though I would be ecstatic if he talked to me, let alone was my friend! That's the only logical explanation I can think of as to why he does this, and I will stick by my theory, no matter how unlikely it seems at times...

~Earlier that day~

"Fucking queer." Kian spat at the shaking boy pinned up in front of him. Ricky towered over the boy, holding him up against the lockers by his collar as JC brought his knee up and straight toward his stomach. The poor black-haired boy, choked and spluttered, trying to find any air to refill his lungs.

Rather intimidatingly, Sam had been pacing back and forth for a while but suddenly brought a fist harshly to his already beaten stomach. Trevor and Connor just stood there, watching, but not joining in.

Soon after, the boys dropped the now trembling mess onto the ground as tears started to escape his ocean blue eyes.

"Don't ever, EVER, mess with any of us again. Got it?!" Sam ordered, kicking his limp, curled up body.
"Y-y-yes... S-sorry I d-didn't-t mean-n t-to, it was-s an a-acc-cid-den-t." He pleaded, trying to back away from the crowd.
"I don't care, DON'T MESS WITH US! You'll be sorry you ever lived, believe me."Ricky threatened, harshening his cold glare.
"O-okay-y... I w-won't-t..."

Trying his best to breathe properly, he half crawled, half dragged himself to the the toilets around the corner. The huge crowd that had gathered to witness the act, soon scattered, too invested in the latest gossip to care about the boy.

A tall brown haired boy was suddenly sprinting through the crowd, looking absolutely devastated. He ran straight to where the other boy had gone, probably looking for him.

I thought I recognised the pair from somewhere, but I didn't dwell on it for too long.

~End of flashback~