Trouble- Tronnor AU *discontinued*

Chapter 5

Troye's POV

I lazily rolled out of bed, dreading the day ahead. I had to return to school. I open my backpack and they stare at me, nagging me to give in. I chuck them under my bed and rush to the bathroom. I lean against the sink, head in hands. Loser, fag, freak. The words continue to torture me. I give in to the violent thoughts of my shitty brain and shuffle through the cabinet finding my relief. I drag the blade across the area above my hip, feeling the sanity hit me. I clean myself up and walk out of the place I should supposedly call home and start my journey to school. My tiredness starts to catch up with me but I just try to shake it off. I arrive at school and walk through the halls, a group of jocks are whispering in the corner and I send them a glare making them stop their gossiping. I turn into the bathroom, splashing water onto my face to try and wake myself up. I stay for a couple minutes before heading outside to the basketball courts for a smoke. Upon arriving I see Hannah, Dan, Andrea and Jack. I light my cigar and head over to them sending them a nod of acknowledgment.

"Have you been on drugs." Hannah blurts out suddenly, Dan sending her a disapproving look.

I shrug, turning my attention to the ground, kicking a rock.

"Troye this is serious okay. Have you?" Dan asks.

"You guys are supposed to be my friends not fucking news reporters." I spit.

"We're not, we're worried about you Troye." Andrea says.

"You're not my mother. She doesn't even ask this shit because she only cares about my shitty grades." I say walking in the other direction.

I head back into the school, running into someone.

"Troye?" It's Connor.

"No it's Adele." I say sarcastically, causing Connor to chuckle.

"It's cool that you're back. Quick hide your cigarette Miss Pentland's coming!" Connor whisper yells.

I shove the used cigar into my locker and send Miss Pentland a smile before rolling me eyes and paying my attention back to Connor.

"Thanks. Do you know about my friends news report on me being on drugs?"

"Yeah. Dan said he recognised the withdrawal symptoms from his brother."

"Oh. Well Nash Grier was supposed to hook me up with my usual pot that I put in my cigarettes but he ran out so he gave me something else. It was fine at first but it started becoming addictive and made me aggressive so I've been trying to stop. I've gone a week so far." I say awkwardly rubbing the back of my head.

"It's good you're admitting to it and that you're trying to stop."

"Yep, do-" I'm interrupted by the bell ringing signalling the first class.

A/N

I don't have much inspiration for this story today but I tried. I'll try and update as much as I can cause I'm getting quite a lot of views on this story so thank you :) ~Alana