Troye
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"No one will love you if you're unattractive!" I scream into the mirror, continuing the lyrics to 'Mrs. Potato Head' by Melanie Martinez.
"Is it true that pain is beauty?" I sob as I hastily slam my forehead against the counter. The stars were here only for a second before I saw somewhat clearly again.
The words repeated in my head. Connor's a big YouTuber, and he has fans. Fans that hate me.
Connor is too good for you, you rat
Why would Con go for you when he could have anybody?
He's using him, obviously
Connor's probably desperate
My heart is pounding as I try to deafen out the comments and tweets. They are only jealous. They are only jealous.
The words don't help. At all.
"Gosh!" I scream, before taking my anger out on the not-so innocent bathroom counter. I slam my fist into it before pulling away and staring ahead. This apartment is crap. Marisa has been dogging me about Tyler and I's separation, and asking about 'my new guy'. But in all honesty, she can screw off
I want to tear this apartment apart. It was full of innocent and not innocent memories with Tyler. Him stroking my arm while I fell asleep.
I have Connor now. Tyler has Korey. It is what it is.
My phone blares out my ringtone for Connor. But I can't talk to him like this.
I press the red DECLINE button and set it on the counter before leaving to go change. I'm going out, by myself. For the first time since I met Connor.
Marisa wasn't at the desk, probably off in the back. Whatever.
The club loomed in front of me, the music making the place seem like it's bouncing. I shove open the door and walk inside, straight to the bar. I was on a mission. A mission.
The bartender didn't even ask for an ID or anything. He just asked what I wanted. "Something incredibly strong." I replied , turning my head to the dance floor. People were dancing and talking. I felt bored and lonely, like I always do when I go out alone.
The guy hands me a glass and I drink half of it before feeling a little tingly feeling. "Connor..." I mumble after he picks up. I was lonely. So call Connor.
"Troye? Where are you? Why is it so loud?" He asks, his tone worried.
I scoff, taking a swig of my drink. "Stop worrying, gosh. I'm at that club, the one we met at. You should come. I'm bored and lonely, and something else. I don't know what it is, I just need you." Connor coughs from the other end and informs me he'd be here soon.
Someone clears their throat from beside me. A skinny twig of a girl with drag queen makeup juts out her little chest. Ew. Please stop.
"Hey, cutie. Whatcha drinking..?" She giggles and twists her dyed blonde hair. I roll my eyes and shrug. She huffs and flips her hair. "Don't play hard to get. I know, I'm hot, but come on." She begs.
I literally shove her off of me, and she falls onto the grimy floor. A horrified look looms up from me. "Troye!" Con appears beside me. I smile happily and stand before wrapping my arms around him and kissing his lips passionately.
"Ew! You're gay? How gross!" The girl gets up from the floor and walks off. I roll my eyes and keep kissing him.
Connor pulls away and smiles softly. It was like we were the only people in the rooms when he grabbed my shoulders and just hugged me. I don't why, but I wanted to cry. I ended up keeping it together. Connor sits at the bar and orders a drink. I sit beside him and stare at my drink before drinking the last of it.
- Two hours later -
Connor and I giggle as we walk out of the club and climb into his car. He didn't have too much, claiming that three shots wouldn't effect his driving. I sit silently in the passengers seat and stare at the darkness around me.
"Hey, Troye? I've been wanting to tell you this for a while now, but I always thought I should wait to tell you. But, I wanted to tell you that I lo-"
"Connor!" I scream as the blinding headlights of another car peer into my eyes. There's a lot of screeching and screaming before the car jolts to a stop. Only then do I feel my head connect with the glass windshield.
