PH // TRONNOR (completed)

TENNIS COURT

Connor smiled at the girl. She winked and bent to grab a ball at her feet, her tennis skirt ridding up her thigh. She had recognized him right away, but he didn't know her. She touched her hair, flipping it out. She was so calculating, so alluring.

Connor watched her serve the ball at the wall. She was good. Her short blonde hair laid on her shoulders. She had a sun visor on, but she made it look less grandma and more 'hi i'm hot and so hot things.' Her shirt rode up every time she reached up to serve, but Connor didn't look at the exposed skin, just the face of the creature. She had normal features, that she somehow extended to make look original and beautiful. She was art. Connor watched her and she knew he was watching.

When she was done playing and wanted to get to talking, she walked over to him, as she had walked to so many boys before, swinging her hips.

"So what's your name?" Her voice was raspy and intoxicating.

"What's your's?" Connor smirked.

She squinted her eyes, "Don't play hard to get if you want me." She put her hands on her hips.

Connor scuffed, "What makes you think I want you?"

The girl stepped towards him, "You were watching me. Besides, everyone wants me."

Connor looked down, giving in, "My name is Connor. What's yours now, babe?"

The girl rolled her eyes, "Not babe."

The sky was a pale blue that reflected her eyes. Connor stared into them, being intimidating. She'd crack.

"It's Ashley."

Connor smiled, "Cute."

Ashley rolled her eyes, again, "Yeah, so what do you want with me? Blow job? Sex?"

The boy chuckled, "Oh, Ashley what if I just want to spend time with you?"

The girl shook her head, "No you don't. Let me guess, your rich, that's why you're at the country club playing tennis, at least. You drink at parties, use girls, but somehow have perfect grades. Popular kid on campus."

Connor laughed, "Ding, ding, ding Miss Ashley. You must get around." He took a step towards Ashley and leaned to whisper in her ear, "But you're prettier than any of those other girls." He leaned out and bit his lip.

"Cute," Ashley mocked.

Connor shook his head, "You're gonna have to be nicer."

"Nice," Ashley said, "Isn't really my thing."

Connor grabbed her hand, "Good."

He pulled her into him and touched his lips to her's. She kissed back. It was heated, Connor's hands in Ashley's hair, her hands on his neck.

Neither of them felt anything.

Finally, Connor pulled away. Ashley looked flushed. She was about to lean in again when an Australian accented boy's voice said, "Damn, this is the most interesting thing that's happened here." Ashley and Connor turned toward the voice. The most beautiful person they'd ever seen stood with his hand at his hip. He was tall and lean, wearing a cashmere sweater over a polo shirt and khakis. He was smirking. His hair was curly against his forehead. But it was his eyes that struck Connor. Unlike Ashley's, they were striking blue. Connor felt his heart pound.

"I'm Troye and you two are hot," the newcomer said, upfront.

Ashley sighed, "So are you."

Troye smirked, "I'm flattered. And gay." Ashley pierced her lips. Connor felt something with that announcement, that butterfly feeling he'd get before sports games. But he didn't allow himself to feel it.

Now, with this strange encounter something happened that only they could understand, they were somehow bonded together. Maybe that's just how it was supposed to happen or maybe they we're just attracted to each other's chaos. Or each other's asses.

The group stood in a circle, each fucked up in their own way, but all trying to fit their rolls. Connor: the popular, sporty, player. The perfect son and student. Anything he'd ever need handed to him on a gold platter. Except he wasn't like all the other stereotypical rich kids at his school. He wasn't so in line. So straight.

Then there was Ashley, who was used over and over by men and labeled slut because she wanted to find someone that cared. She was a storm. She was a queen.

And finally, Troye, who was secretly the most fucked up of them all. The boy that would paint his nails in secret. The boy that could get anybody to fall in love with him, but only wanted boys. Who was about to fuck up Connor and Ashley's lives because he wanted to go out of the box.

"I'm not going to be a third wheel am I?" Troye asked Connor and Ashley, who was leaning into the tennis player.

"Who says you're a wheel at all?" Connor laughed.

"Me," Ashley cut in. She eyed Troye, but he was staring right at Connor. Connor stared back, trying to be intimidating. But Troye just smirked. Connor's breath hitched.

"Good," Troye smirked and licked his lips. Connor squinted at the boy. He walked over to Ashley and Connor. He pulled a plastic bag out of his pocket. It was full of pills. Troye popped one of them and Connor rolled his eyes. "Want one?" Troye asked.

Connor grunted, "Sports."

"Oh, a jock. I like it," Troye flirted. Connor rolled his eyes and Ashley laughed, taking a pill.

"Why are you doing drugs, Troye?" She joked, "Don't you know they're bad for you."

Troye laughed, "They make me happy. It's not easy being gay, ya know."

Connor looked down, "Yeah, I don't care-"

"Someone's a little defensive," Troye said smugly.

Connor scuffed, "I'm straight."

"Ha, yeah, me too," Troye teased.

Ashley eyed the two boys, inquisitively as they stared at each other. Troye checked Connor out for a second and Connor turned away, frazzled. "So I have to play tennis, now," Connor said. He kissed Ashley on the cheek and jogged away.

Troye turned to Ashley, "He's so into me."

"He made out with me," but her voice raised pitch, liar.

Troye smiled, "But you didn't feel anything. From him."

Ashley shook her head, "No, he's totally gay."

Troye and Ashley laughed and then turned to Connor's court, both checking him out.