15. History & Promises

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when you forget to update for ten days this despite the fact that you have fifteen or something chapters written

back to the present btw

"Troye," Connor calls into the darkness. "It's just a dream, wake up. It's just a dream, Troye." His hands are on my shoulders, shaking me awake and into the light, into the scramble of students going from class to class and the room outside filling up. "Troye, come on, wake up."

I yawn, blinking the dream out of my eyes until I can't remember whatever it had been. "Connor?"

He smiles. "Hey, Troye. It's time to go, come on."

I take his offered hand and stand up, grabbing my backpack and following the other boy down the hall to history.

Connor and I sit on either side of Zoe at the back of the room, taking out binders and folders and pencils and writing down homework. "Hey, Zo," Connor says sweetly. "What'd I miss in English?"

"Well," she says, rolling her eyes. "You left me alone without a partner, so now I'm stuck with Matthew Miller, and so I'm basically going to have to do all the work on the project, and you're working alone."

He groans, writing down the Do Now assignment. "So we're both miserable then."

"Well, we wouldn't be, if you two hadn't been off hiding in the music room."

"We weren't hiding," Connor says indignantly. "We were just playing music. Troye's teaching me piano."

Zoe looks over at me, and I blush. "Y-yeah. Piano."

She grins. "You play piano? Are you good?"

I'm about to say that I'm actually pretty mediocre considering how long I've been playing, but Connor interupts first. "He's amazing, Zoe, you should hear him sometime - " He stops and looks at me, smiling still - does he ever stop grinning? "If you'd play for us again, that is."

"I - " might have a panic attack if I do that. "I'd love to."

"Awesome!" Zoe exclaims. "Do you two want to come over to my hosue after school? I can invite the others if that's alright with you?"

Then class begins, Connor and Zoe both smiling, my heart slowly sinking into a pit of anxiety about what the end of the day just might bring.


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