Poise |Tronnor

::chapter 1::

"Hey,can I borrow a pencil?"

Connor flinched at the sudden touch to his shoulder. He was sensitive to touch, it triggered painful flashbacks of abuse,the same abuse he was still enduring. He had just developed better ways of avoiding it.

He turned back and locked eyes with the boy that had poked him. He had curly brown hair,blue eyes,and a smile that could light up the room. He looked like a punk,the types of kids who smoked in the school parking lot after school hours. He had a nose piercing, and from what connor could see, even a few tattoos.
He smelled strongly of axe body spray,almost strong enough to throw you into a coughing fit.
Connor tried not to stare and handed him a pencil.

As the class ended,kids fled into the hallways and Connor went to his locker. The boy from his last class followed closely behind.

"Wassup" he spoke, taking a long drag of his cigarette and blowing the smoke into Connors face. "Cut it out" Connor spoke,"I don't need lung cancer,fuckboy." The boy laughed,taking another drag.
"I'm troye,and you?"

"Connor." He said, playing with a loose string dangling from his pastel blue jumper.Troye cupped Connors chin with his hand, in an effort to make eye contact. Connor swatted his hand away."Why are you so touchy?" Connor whined. He wasn't used to all this attention. He was just the lonely "faggot" left on his own in the back of the class.

"Wanna hang out later?" Troye plead. He wanted to say no,but he couldn't.Damn,he was cute.And he wanted to stay away from home as much as possible anyway.

"Sure" Connor spoke,with a glint of admiration in his eye.The boy could feel his face heating up."You're blushing,con" Troye mused.

Fuck. Connor gathered his things and rushed to class,Troye following closely behind.

(A/N) Sorry this sorta sucks,its 11pm and I'm really tired. I also suck at writing. If you enjoyed, please leave feedback💕