Troye
{edited}
i kick at the wall. "gosh!" my loud screams echo through the empty room. i sink against the wall, feeling the weird closing feeling you got when you felt so empty. he left. he really left. even if it was only for three weeks, he left. without a goodbye, a kiss, or a hug. nothing.
when i woke up from my nap, there was a small sticky note that told me he was needed back in america. apparently, his friend had a last minute wedding that he 'just had to attend'. my feelings were beyond hurt, because he didn't tell me, he didn't invite me. "ugh!" i kicked at the wall again. it didn't do anything, except making my toe feel slightly numb. all i did was take a nap, then woke up and he was gone. it was nearly seven p.m. i had been wallowing around, crying and being angry for a good two hours. "screw that." i growled at the carpet.
out of anger, i decided to go out. it had been too long since i have, and now would be the perfect time to go again. so i did. i got dressed in black skinny jeans, white converse, and a black t-shirt. it was plain, perfectly plain. my quiff was perfect, teeth brushed and was ready.
i lock the door behind me and nod at marissa, the secretary that always seems to be at her desk, day and night. even though i made myself do this, i didn't want to go out. all i wanted to do was talk to ty, but of course i had to be an idiot. the busy club was alive with music. there was a guy who didn't look like a bouncer stood at the door, letting practically everyone in with the slightest glance at their ID. i took a deep breath and held out my ID. the guy opened the door and i stepped in, being rushed along with a couple other eager people.
this was a terrible idea. it was stuffy and hot, plus crowded. the only way i used to go out was with ty or with maybe zoe, alfie, and tyler was always there. my eyes scanned the crowded eyes. i am not at home. this wasn't my comfort zone, at all.
without wanting to just immediately leave and make a scene, i found an abandoned couch, seeing as nearly everyone was on the dance floor or at the bar. the couch was incredibly comfortable, making it easier to have a pity party by myself. if this is how i act when tyler leaves for three weeks, what am i going to do if he leaves? i push the thoughts away and simply take in the scene around me. a girl and a boy are giggling and leading the other to the bathroom, gross. a boy was standing directly opposite of me, all alone. he had a glass in hand, but there was barely any gone. his brown quiff was starting to sink, making it looked a kind distressed beautiful. who is he?
our eyes locked. we stared for a while until someone knocked into him, making the boy drop his drink and the glass to shatter. liquid runs across the floor, in between everyone's feet, making a stop right in front of me. the boy's eyes travel with the spilled drink, all the way to me. he doesn't bother to clean up the mess he accidentally made, he just makes his way to me. he gently slides by people, pushes the jerks aside and finally sits beside me.
i'm still staring ahead at his now vacant spot, when he tells me his name.
"i'm connor."
and my life was forever changed, with two words.
