Notes

three

I wish I could kiss you... ~Sivan

connor smirks as he closes his locker, math books in hand and the note stuffed into his pocket. bethany likely wasn't at school today, as she hadn't come running up to connor's locker before their second period class together.

connor sits in his usual place in the math room, waiting patiently for his new friend. well, maybe not so new. the two had been friends for a week, after all. connor had troye over nearly every night, for studying purposes. and of course, to play wii or scrabble.

sure, he had a large abundance of friends, but none of them would want to play wii or scrabble with him, they preferred partying and drinking. other than trevor, of course. he was a bit younger, less mature than the other boys. he clung more to sam.

as the bell rang, troye rushed into the classroom, his face red as a cherry. connor smiles, wondering if he had run all the way to class.

"did you run here?" connor asks, as he stares intently at the blue eyed australian. "n-no. just had a... nothing. yeah i... i ran here." he struggles, and pulls out his books.

"let's work on that trigonometry. big unit test next week." he changes the subject, making connor frown. what was troye hiding from him? sure, he wasn't the most popular kid, so he didn't have a lot of friends and all. maybe he got pushed around a bit?

connor decides to ask troye to eat lunch with him, as he just didn't feel like eating with his other friends. troye happily accepts, and after class the two go outside to the courtyard, sitting at a vacant picnic table.

"troye, why did you come to class late? you're never late." connor takes a bite out of his sandwich, and troye pulls out his own sandwich. "well... you see... i kind of get pushed around... by people." he admits, and connor frowns.

"who?" he presses, and troye doesn't want to tell him. he really doesn't. so, he lies. "uh... carter reynolds." he announces, and connor frowns. "oh, he's an asshole. i'll punch him in the face or something."

troye raises an eyebrow, wondering if connor is kidding or not. "are you-" he begins, and connor looks up from his lunch. "completely serious. no one fucks with my friends." he states, making troye blush profusely.

"anyways, if he bugs you again, you just tell me, and i'll set him straight." connor announces. "oh-unless he's gay, then i'll... nevermind." he stutters, making troye laugh at his clumsiness.

"you're cute." troye says, and he doesn't realize what he had said before connor spoke up. "you know, bethany thinks you like me." connor announces, making troye visibly tense.

"that i- what? that's... that's crazy!"

he takes a bite of his sandwich, just hoping that connor would stop talking about it. "yeah, she also said that you're a loser and a nobody, but i like you, troye. you're a great friend."

and ouch, that hurt sivan.

Word Count: 511

A/N
Oh hey! Finally done exams and here's a short lil' chap, nice long one coming your way lovelies ;)

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