Troye
{edited}
It's been two days since that night in my apartment with Connor. We exchanged phone numbers, but we've been too petty to be the first text-er. "Troye, just text him!" I told myself, grumbling as I fiddled with my phone. As I went to press Connor's contact name, an incoming call popped up. Tyler.
I haven't talked to him since he left. He's called and texted, but I ignored them all. It was out of spite, because my feelings were still hurt. I also felt bad for talking to Connor while Tyler was in another side of the world. "Hello?" I answered, swiping Connor's name from my mind.
"Troye! Why the heck haven't you been answering my texts and calls? I almost sent Zoe over to check on you!" He was furious, but I hurriedly fibbed.
"I've been slightly sick. Maybe a cold. Honestly, I haven't been out of bed much.." Liar. I shut my self conscious out. Tyler immediately starts asking if I'm okay, which I respond with telling him to calm down. "I'm fine.. Just, I'm gonna go now. I'm really tired and feel terrible."
The guilt seeps through me, but Tyler buys into it.
"Okay! Go rest, and I'll call you later." I nod, before realizing he can't see me.
"Okay, bye." I hang up and exhale. That was exhausting, mentally and emotionally. When I hang up, Connor's contact is still there. Should I?
I lock my phone and set it on the table before putting my head in my hands. It was starting to irritate me. I don't want to feel bad for having a friend. That's all Connor was. A friend.
So I picked up my phone and texted him to ask if he'd like to go to dinner with me tonight. I didn't add as friends. It made me want to chuck my phone across the room.
Connor replied soon after and we made plans to go to Biagi's, some fancy place, at seven. It was five now. Think like a stereotypical girl. If you take half an hour in the shower, that leaves an hour and a half to get ready and leave. I'll get the half hour to drive. The hour to get ready. Go time.
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I stepped out of my car and stared at the restaurant. Connor said that he was waiting at the doors when I called him a couple minutes ago. My quiff took a little longer to perfect, so I was five minutes late. Go me.
He was waiting in the lobby, nervously twiddling with his fingers. "Hiya," I mentally slap myself for saying that. He jerks up, smiling when he sees me.
"Hiya!" Connor was in a chirpy mood. I motioned to the hostess waiting for us.
"Reservation for two, under the name Mellet." The woman nods. She guides us to a table, then lays the menus and utensils and napkins down. Her name tag said 'Poppy'. I knew that name from somewhere, I can't remember where.
"Can I get you something to drink?" I jumped at the sound of a familiar voice. Zoe. I remember her telling me that she got a job here with Alfie's sister. Poppy. Oh. My. Gosh.
Zoe looked up from her notepad when she didn't hear any voices. Connor was scanning the menu for the drinks and I was mentally pleading her to not say anything.
"Troye?" Zoe's voice was full of disgust. I felt so bad, I bit my lip.
"Do you know her?" Connor asked, his eyes shimmering. I opened my mouth to talk, but Zoe cut me off.
"Where's Ty-?" I jumped up and pushed past her. She called my name angrily. Connor followed me, asking me why we were running. He soon caught up to me. Panic filled my chest as he gently grabbed my arm and turned me around.
