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bubble gum

Prompt: Troye likes gum and Connor likes Troye

Troyes lips were always very pink, so pink that the bubble gum smacking against them is almost three shades duller in comparison.

He chews it absentmindedly, hands fiddling with the pen he was previously using to do the work the teacher is assigning us. History class, Troye hates it.

He sighs, in a dream like state, and wraps the slightly faded pink rubber around his tongue, blowing it into a perfectly round bubbly. It grows and grows until it's moderately big and his eyes cross as he looks down on it in satisfaction. That is until the boy next to him quickly leans over and stabs it with his pencil, making the sticky substance sag against Troyes chin with a startling  pop. He frowns. Everyone else laughs.

"Class please calm down, Troye throw that gum out." Mrs. Smith says in frustration and Troye stands up glumly, throwing the gum in the trash and complaining under his breathe about how he just opened it. "Connor, stop staring and get to work."

My eyes widen as Troyes find them along with everyone else's and I quickly duck my head, picking my pencil back up and writing answers to questions I'm 100% guessing on.

The air around me settles as everyone returns to what they were doing and suddenly the chair next to me, the only empty one in the room, is pulled out and a familiar mop of curls comes into view out of the corner of my eye. When nothing is said for a moment he scoots closer.

"Hey, Connah right?" His accent is strong, much stronger when it's pointed at me and not one of his buddies that I usually watch him interact with rather than making friends of my own.

"Y-yeah." He smiles gently, I didn't know smiles could be gentle.

"That's cute, I've never known a boy with that name." My cheeks flush and he lets his head fall to his hand as he looks at me and I feel like I'm on fire under his gaze.

"Thanks."

The bell rings. I expect him to jump up like he normally does, booking it his next class were he'll pop in another piece of gum and day dream, but he doesn't. Instead he grabs my binder and holds it to his chest with a big smile and watches as I gather my bag and pencil and follow him out.

"You know, I don't really like history to much."

"I know." The words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them and he looks at me, his eyes trailing over the length of my body as I blush more.

"You...you know? What does that mean." I'm in too deep to turn back and he's looking at me expectantly.

"I don't know...I'm a people watcher." He nods slowly, turning back forward and heading towards his next class which is conveniently right next to my locker.

"Well, it was nice talking to you." He says once we stop and I open the metal door.

"You too Troye." Troye smiles sweetly, giving me my history book and resting a hand on my shoulder.

"Wanna sit with me at lunch?" My eyes widen and I swallow roughly, shaking my head because I do not want to sit with Troye and his band of hooligans (who aren't even that bad) and would prefer to watch him from a distance like I have been for 10 years.