BRIGHT ;; troyler

IV

Troye's POV

Mandy took her fork and approached it slowly to my plate, wanting to steal some of my precious chicken. I pouted, moving my food just before her fork reached its destination. She let out an annoyed groan to tell me that she really wanted to eat what was mine. I protested against her complains. "Are you even serious? You said you hated chicken and now it's your new favourite food?" She rolled her eyes, preparing her answer. "No, you misunderstood me, Troye-Boy. I said that I liked pizza more than chicken, but it doesn't means that I hate it. Now that my belly is full with the wonderful pizza and soda, I think I still have some place to taste the chicken waiting for me in your plate..." She flashed a big smile to me while she explained herself.

"Yeah, if it's in my plate it's because of one simple reason that you have to understand: it's my food, Mandy. And stop calling me Troye-Boy, it makes me feel like I'm your Boy-Toy." Her eyes fixed mine. "You're not my fucking Boy-Toy, Troye." Her eyes drew themselves to a guy behind me. "He is. You're not. I think Troye-Boy is cute, making it look like you're my little brother. I'm going to keep callin' you like that."

I rolled my eyes. Of course she doesn't count me as one of her toys, she already has too many. I turned to see of which boy she was talking about, and I saw Louis approaching us with a tiny smile on his lips. I had to think a little to remember that he was the one with the small red car and the leader of the theatre group in the school. That was how I remembered all of her boys; by their car. It helped me because colours and sizes were easier for my brain than names and other things. "Hi Mandy. Hi Troye. How's everything going?" He asked, a deep voice escaping his lips. I finished my bite of food before answering: "Oh, I'm great. I had Mrs. Danvers this morning,  so it was pretty funny." She was my science teacher and was pretty much light-headed. She talked to us like we weren't there, and her small glasses made her eyes a little bit smaller than they already were. No one had an idea of her age, but no one really wanted to ask. No one really cares, and everyone is too scared to even back talk to her.

He laughed as an answer. "I love her, she's so special." He came to Mandy's side and kissed her lips to say hello. She smiled in return. "I'm just passing. Are you coming to Frank's tonight?" His hand was placed on Mandy's shoulder, and that last one answered: "I'm going. I have no idea if Troye is." She turned her head to look at me. "Are you?"

I bit my lip. I hated drinking, it made my head all fuzzy and I can't control shit when I have a glass of alcohol in my blood. Smoking was even worse; while drinking was a little bit relaxing, weed and cigarettes made me completely paranoiac and anxious, more than I already am. Plus I hated this feeling of dust in my throat. Going to a party and not being completely sober can be really funny, watching drunk people doing stupid things is good blackmail. But also it's super annoying. Couples are exploring each other's mouth without any shame, and I'm not even talking about strangers sharing a bit too much of themselves...

Do I really want to see Mandy hanging with her new boyfriend while I'm sipping my soda in a couch? "I'll see. Where is it again?" "Frank's house. I can text you the address if you want me to." Louis smiled and all of his teeth were an immaculate white. "Wait, Frank? Isn't that the brunette boy? He's like, two years older than us Mandy." She rolled her eyes. "Do we even care? He's okay with us coming."

"But he's a last year! Why would he want us?" How could an eighteen guy invite two sixteen year old? "Age doesn't count anymore. We're fucking big, get used to. Now gimme some of your chicken, it's looking at me and asking me to eat it." I pushed my plate to her side of the table and she took it with a big smile. Her boyfriend started moving. "To tonight, bye!" He kissed my best friend one last time. I watched him walking to another table with his other friends, probably from the theatre group.