It's been over a week since Connor left and things are going incredibly. Really incredibly. Nobody has hassled any of us. We introduced him to Zoe and Alfie and their friends. Things are going smoothly.
1 new message from Con: so.... About that date, meet me at the gates after school. x
After school? Where is he taking me? What shall I wear? Gosh I'm excited.
To Con: okay, what shall I bring?
1 new message from Con: yourself.
Trust Connor to say something like that.
To Con: I can't wait x
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Locking the door, I call out to Korey who I see in the corner of my eye, sitting in his usual waiting spot.
"What's the nice clothes for?" Korey asks upon seeing my attire.
"A date." I reply smugly.
"Troye! With who?!" He helps, excited for me.
"Who d'ya think, Korey?" I laugh, making his face contort in confusion before he realises the only possible person it could be.
"Oh Troye, that's amazing! My little child is growing up." He pouts at the last part, making me laugh and shove him away.
"Shh!"
"Korey," I whisper not long after. "Tyler looks pissed." He looks to Tyler not far in front, waiting where he usually does.
"Yeah..." Korey bemuses, just before we get to where he's standing.
"Hey Tyler." I greet his as usual.
"Why the long face?" Korey asks, concerned.
"It's nothing, I'm fine." Tyler breathes nonchalantly.
I find that hard to believe.
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"Connorrrr!" I whine upon seeing him. "Where are we going tonight?"
"You'll see, Troye Boy."
"You're the worst." I moan, heading off in a different direction to English class.
I enter the room once I see a few people already inside and take my usual seat at the back. Pulling out my phone, I text Connor for a bit.
1 new message from Con: hey I'm bored I hate math
To Con: hah I have english, miss you x
1 new message from Con: miss you too, I gtg miss is looking @ me
Class has just started and Mr. Green is still getting things out of his briefcase. Out of courtesy, I open my book but as soon as I find a pen I start doodling straight away.
"Troye?" Sir says after a while of me being zoned out.
I look up to see sir questioningly looking at me, as if I needed to answer something. Shit, I wasn't listening.
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Thought Of You~ Tronnor
FanfictionHis 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...
