Trouble- Tronnor AU *discontinued*

Chapter 3

Connor's POV

Holy shit Troye just gave me a hickey. The bell rings and I rush home, trying to hide the hickey from my neck. I arrive home rushing to my room.

"Hi Con, How was school?" My mum yells from downstairs.

"It was good mum, I made some friends."

"That's good honey. I'll call out to you when dinner is ready."

"Thanks mum."

I grab my phone and scroll through Tumblr trying to get Troye out of my head.

Troye's POV

I arrive home with Cat and we go up to my room.

"So what do you wanna do?" Cat asks twirling her hair around her finger.

"Firstly..." I say playing some music from my Spotify.

Desire by Years & Years comes on and I gesture for Cat to come lay down with me. She does and we cuddle for a bit which soon turns into a heated make out session. I sneak my hands into her shirt and pull it off. I quickly throw off my shirt and reconnect our lips. I slip in my tongue dominating the kiss. I fondle with Cat's bra but am interrupted by the door opening.

"Troye? We're home!" My mum.

"Shit." I curse slipping my shirt back on and handing Cat hers.

"Who is it?"

"My parents, quick out the window. I'll go first and catch you."

Cat nods and we manage to jump out the small distance from my window to the ground. We walk down to the lake across from my house.

"I had a lot of fun Troye."

"Me too. I'll call you so we can hang out another time."

"Sounds good. Bye Troye!" Cat says before starting her trek to her house.

I sit on the dock, swinging my legs off the edge. Cigarette in mouth I feel at ease for once.

You could just end it all right here. Be done with all the shit you have to go through. And just be done.

Instead of listening to the voice I just start to walk home. Dreading to have to face my parents. I eventually reach my front door, hesitantly opening the door.

"Troye, where have you been?" My mum asks strictly.

"Out." I say simply.

"Well I just got your grades from last semester."

I gulp.

"Oh."

"Yes oh, what is this Troye? C's in almost everything. For music and art you got A's. And you got a D in maths. This is preposterous Troye."

"Sorry for not being a perfect princess but unlike most I don't give a shit about school. I want to be a musician."

"That's stupid Troye." My mother says.

"It's not stupid it's my dream. And if you can't except that than you're going to have to deal with it because I don't give a fuck about what you think."

"Don't talk to your mother like that Troye." My dad says sternly.

"I can talk to her however I like. You're not the boss of me."

I feel a strong pain on my cheek but I don't flinch. I was used to it.

"I'm leaving." I say walking out of my 'home'.

I walk into town, continuing to the bad side of town. Nash's house was where I was heading. He may be a giant homophobe and a fucking jerk but he hooked me up with the stuff I needed. I knock on his door.

"Nash! You better have my order." I yell through the door.

Nash arrives at the door holding a paper bag.

"What's this shit?" I question.

"Its ecstasy."

Nash looked a little scared. Which I guess is normal around me with my tattoos and piercing.

"This isn't my usual order."

"I know I ran out but this is the good shit."

"It better be otherwise you'll be shoving your mouth with my knuckle not drugs." I threaten before walking away from Nash's shit hole and back to my house.

I arrive home ignoring my mother nagging at me to get better grades and locking myself into my room. I look at the coloured pills before swallowing one after another. After reaching 11 pills in the timespan of and hour I feel tired and fall asleep.

Connor's POV

I arrive at school the next day along side Tyler. I had put my sisters concealer on my neck to hide the love bite Troye had given me the previous day that was still visible. I head to my first class which was art. I take a seat next to Zoe who was delighted to have me in her class which I found very kind of her.

"Hi everyone. Take your seats."

"That's our teacher, Mr Chapman. His cool don't worry." Zoe whispers into my ear.

"Today, since its our first art lesson of the semester you can do any painting as long as its not inappropriate or plain. Ok now paint!" Mr Chapman says before returning to his desk. I started to paint deciding on doing a storm because why not. Eventually Mr Chapman stands up and shushes us.

"Okay one at a time we're going to come and present our paintings."

All of the painting seemed nice until we reached Troye's. It was a painting of a silhouette kneeling on the ground who appeared to be drowning in blood trying to swim out. Troye looked as though he was about to rip the photo in two. He was shaking and being very agitated.

Troye's POV

I finished my picture in a blur. I eventually was called up to the front feeling hot and agitated. Once I was done presenting I quickly head to Mr Chapman's desk.

"Can I please be excused?"

"Where to Troye?"

"The bathroom."

"Are you okay Troye?"

"Yeah I just need to wake up a bit."

"Okay than."

I rush out of the classroom and into a bathroom stall. I splash some water on my face and take a couple pills. I contemplate skipping class but here the bell for the next class. Maths. I immediately bolt out of the school to the oval.

Connor's POV

I finally finish my class and head out to recess. Soon Hannah shows up at our table.

"Connor have you seen Troye?"

"No not since Art why?"

"I can't find him. Was he acting strange?"

"Yeah a little he seemed agitated and jumpy."

"Come with me. We need to find him. Now." Hannah says urgently heading out of the cafeteria, me following closely behind.

"Let's split up he should be around here somewhere."

A/N

Is Troye okay? Well you have to wait until the next chapter to find out because I'm an asshole. But I did give you a double update so now it's okay. Okay bye.