pretty : tronnor

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troye's pov

there he was. just sitting alone on the bathroom floor. i could either choose to ignore him or face my fear and walk in.

"connor, i'm sorry that marcus told the principle about you. i'm so sorry i haven't been speaking to you." he looks up and fixes his brown hair. he gives an awkward smile.

"don't worry about it. you aren't marcus and i know you can't control what he does. if you want to talk about anything let me know."

"actually, i want to talk about what happened at my house. i don't like you, connor. i was just aroused and you were right there. i don't know what i was thinking. i'm sorry i didn't tell you before. i didn'f mean to lead you on or anything but I thought i would let you know."

"i-i really t-though you liked me. why did you do that? you know i'm gay. i fucking like you and we kissed! but it meant nothing to you, yet you can't grow a pair of balls and tell me. wow! you are ruder than i thought. you are just like marcus."

"i'm not like marcus! don't ever compare me to that douche! i said i was sorry, connor. do you really want to ditch me? i am the only person being nice to you. who's gonna be friends with someone like you? you should be appreciative that i was even there to help." connor starts bawling. he is shaking with anger. i don't feel bad, i didn't do anything wrong.

"you know what? you're right. i should be appreciative. but the thing is you are a shitty friend so i have nothing to appreciate." that actually hurt. and boy did it hurt bad.