"Can everyone please take out their work from last week's set assignment," The director of the class said, walking down the isle of seats around me.
I shakenly grabbed the book from my old grey satchel that was splattered with dry paint and turned to my most recent drawing. It was a drawing of a boy. A beautiful boy with soft hazelnut hair and eyes filled with forests of green. I thought I would never be able to capture his eyes because there was always a camera in front of his face but I did and once I looked at them I felt like I could never look away.
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I shoved my work into my bag as the bell rung and tried ever so carefully to shuffle out of the class unnoticed, with the rest of the students but I was stopped, as always, by the sound of the director's voice.
"Troye, can you stay back for a second," He called out in a pitiful tone.
I sighed and slowly turned around, slumping back down into the nearest seat.
"Troye, who was the boy in your drawing?" He asked
"Just ... some friend of mine," I muttered under my breath.
"Please Troye, don't make this any harder by lying to me. You knew the set assignment, you knew what you were supposed to draw yet you go ahead and draw something completely off topic," He sighed shaking his head.
"I did not!" I exclaimed "You told me to draw someone who meant something to me and I did!".
"Well than, tell me Troye, who is he?" The director said through gritted teeth.
"He...He's my boyfriend," I yell out in frustration.
The director sighed once again. "Prove it to me Troye," He said quietly.
I hold back the urge to yell at him, tears brimming in the corners of my eyes.
"Why? Why do you only ask this of me?" I whine pathetically.
"Because I know you Troye and I know your background and I know when you're lying," He grumbled, leaning back in his chair.
Oh how I wish he would fall backwards onto the floor right now.
"Well obviously you don't sir, because that boy is my boyfriend," I fumed, grabbing my bag and marching out of the room.
"You have until Friday to prove it Mellet," He called out as I ran through the corridor.
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I walked out in to the school garden, silently praying that he would still be there, taking photos of the flowers and the birds. Praying that he wouldn't just leave when I needed him. Praying that I would have the confidence to actually speak to him rather than just watching him.
I had no idea whom it was that I was praying to, but I was praying.
I sat down on my drawing my bench and waited for a bit, sketching a small, white begonia flower. Ironic how not only the flower represented fear at this moment in time.
And then I saw him. Relief washed over me as I became less tense with his presence. I felt a small smile make its way to my face as I walked over to him. My breath became quick and sharp the closer I got to him.
Him.
God I didn't even know his name.
"Hi," I whispered, startling him. His eyes filled with fear and worry as he stumbled to balance again. I held onto his shoulder for a moment, trying to help him but quickly let go.
"Um hello there," He said staring down at his feet.
"Sorry for scaring you, I'm Troye," I said "And by the way I'm pretty sure my face isn't on your shoes,".
He chuckled and raised his head, his eyes filled with forests of green meeting mine that were filled with seas of blue.
"I'm Connor, nice to meet you," He smiled a beautiful smile.
"Yeah it's nice to meet you properly too, I mean I see you around here every day taking photos of the garden but I never really came to say hi before," I sigh at my own lack of social skills.
"Oh?" He asked "What made you say hi today then?".
Oh well, I drew a picture of you and I lied and said you were my boyfriend even though we only just met and my teacher didn't believe me but my anger took over and instead of telling the truth I insisted you were my boyfriend and marched out.
"Well I..I was interested in seeing your photos," I stutter out.
He blushed a deep shade of red. "Oh um my photos? they're really no good," He stated holding his camera close to his chest.
"Oh come on, they must be good!" I insist. "Your always so captivated by them, please Connor,".
"I guess you can but please don't judge me and think I'm weird." He said sadly like he was about to lose something that was so precious to him. His voice made me want to cry.
I scrolled through the first through photos preparing myself for something so seemingly horrible it made Connor look like he was about to cry. The first was a picture of the sky that Tuesday it was about to rain.
The second a picture of a soft blue butterfly that was perched on a Cordelia.
But the picture I stopped on was a figure. I thin boy with arms and legs like sticks and skin as pale as a ghost. Brown curls hung on his forehead like swirls of chocolate and his eyes were filled with seas of blue.
I looked up at Connor who was still blushing with embarrassment.
"Connor, are these photos of me?" I asked quietly, sitting down on the bench beside him.
He nodded.
"Well Connor, I hope that makes us even on the fact that I have many drawings of you," I say kissing his cheek gently.
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Omg that was so long kill me now
I hope your proud of me
Also all this nonsense about tronnor breaking up is just that.
Nonsense.
We don't know how Connor and Troye are spending there time in L.A and wether it's together or not we shouldn't be making assumptions about it.
So I hope you guys don't subscum to peer pressure over this because I'm pretty sure we are getting worked up over something we know very little about
I hope you guys have an amazing week and I'll be posting something else soon
Also the roommates thing wasn't done yet sorry babes
I'll try finish it later
Ily. Ionia xxx
