pretty : tronnor

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connor's pov

troye and i have not spoken since the incident at his house. we didn't text each other or say anything when we saw each other in the hallway. its okay though, i know what its like to question your sexuality. it can be tough, so its best that i just avoid him so that he can think straight and focus on the important things.

i never thought troye would like me. troye was more of a jock kind of guy. he has a lot of big buff and major hot guy friends. they all seem to be very rude and judgey. i tend to ignore them too. it wasn't hard considering no one came up to me in the first place.

"connor? may i speak to you for a moment?" I recognize the voice as the principle. i shut my locker and nod. what could he want? i haven't done anything wrong i hope. he takes me to his office and shuts the door behind him.

"what seems to be the problem? i swear i haven't done anything wrong!" his laugh turns into a quiet sigh as he grabs my hand. i want to pull my hand away from his very badly.

"well, i've had a lot of complaints about you. more specifically, the way you are dressing. it is making many of the guys here feel rather uncomfortable. i need you to stop immediately. there is nothing wrong with expressing yourself, but when it starts to distract people you have to stop." i look down at my purple skater skirt and glittery nails. i should have seen this coming. of course someone would complain. this is what always happened. i was just praying this school would be different.

"look, i understand whats going on but i really don't think its fair. the rest of the students can wear whatever they would like but i can't because a few people are offended. that seems a little off now doesn't it? i'll wear what i want to just like everyone else does." I withdraw my hand fast and stand up. i fix the hem of my skirt and saunter out of his office. no one was going to tell me what i could and couldn't do.

troye's pov

"marus, what did you want to tell me about? it sounded urgent." i ask while setting my lunch tray on the table. he gives me a smirk, popping a cheeto in his mouth.

"i told the principal that that weird connor kid was making me and my friends uncomfortable. he said he would talk to connor immediately! finally that fag will stop wearing girl clothes." the smile on his face gets wider as he speaks about connor. i look down and don't say a single thing. marcus doesn't seem to notice and just continues talking to alfie.

marcus was honestly a fucking jerk. he does everything for himself and never once thinks about someone else. unless he is thinking about some hot girl in a porn he likes to watch. as for alfie, he wasn't too bad. his girlfriend was beautiful and one of the sweetest people you could ever meet. zoe has really rubbed off on him. the only other people at our table are joe and caspar. they don't talk much to us, but are always sharing a conversation with each other.

"i'm going to head into the gym. i'll catch you later guys. oh and good for you marcus. i'm sure connor will appreciate what you've done."