Since We Were 18 ⭐Nouis⭐

Chapter 7

Connor's POV:

I walked into my first class Friday morning and took a seat in my usual spot, in the back by the windows. I turned to look out the window and began to imagine that I was anywhere but school. I wrapped my jacket around me and tried to be as quiet as possible. I've been picking up on my dad's eating habits lately. Whenever he skipped a meal I'd skip it too. I knew it was dumb but I want him to see what he's doing to himself. If he sees how skinny I get then maybe he will realize he's just as skinny so then he'll start eating more.

I sighed as the new kid Brice walked in. He had short brown hair with light blue eyes. Ever since he moved here and found out what my last names are he's been tormenting me. I ran a hand through my own hair and looked down at my supplies hoping he'd ignore me.

"Hey Con!" He stood in front of my desk. I slowly looked up at him.

"What?" He smirked and sat in the empty seat next to me.

"How is your fag dads doing?" I clenched my teeth and spoke through them.

"Fine as ever."

"You realize how ugly they are right? And how dumb it was to adopt because no one wants to have two dads " I wanted nothing more than to just tackle him and beat the shit out of him but restrained myself. I knew that Niall wouldn't want me getting into fights like I used to all the time. That was before Louis left and when Troye hadn't switched to this school from his private one.

"Ya know I don't even know why I talk to you. You might be one too and have a crush on me." I scoffed and shook my head.

"As if you're ugly as fuck." His mouth dropped but he soon regained his attitude.

"At least I can say I came out of the person who takes care of me." With that he got up and walked away. I knew it was true and I envied that. The lady who acted as everyone's mom at the orphanage told me that my mom had put me up for adoption as soon as I was born. She said that my mom and dad were young and stupid. Had me at fifteen and seventeen. I shook my head. Why have sex if you're not willing to care for your child?

After the class had ended I stood up to go to the next one. I hoped it would go by fast. Luckily when I walked through the door Troye was already sat there. He looked up and waved to me as I plopped in the seat next to him.

"How is your day Connie?" I shrugged and sat all my stuff down.

"Boring as ever. What about yours?"

"Well it was great seeing as it started with my bestest best friend sleeping over." I rolled my eyes at his response as a smile made its way to my face.

"And who might that have been?" He leaved over and placed his arm around me.

"Oh I don't know some dude with amazing green eyes and the brownest of brown hair." I laughed and pulled away, wrapping my jacket tighter around me. I didn't agree with what he said. My eyes aren't amazing and my hair is an ugly color. Why would my best friend tell me lies? I turned to faced forward as the bell sounded. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Troye staring at me as if he knew something. I shrugged it off though because there is no way he could know.

The teacher talked nonstop about unimportant things the whole time. I tried to keep up and take notes but gave up twenty minutes in. I'm sure I was writing nonsense instead of actual facts so I ripped the page out and walked to the trashcan to throw it away. On the way back to my seat someone stuck their foot out and tripped me. I fell down onto my stomach and held myself there while the whole room bursted out into laughs.

Almost immediately I heard a chair scratching across the floor. I closed my eyes and sighed as Troye wrapped his arms around me to help me stand back up. He angrily glared at everyone who was laughing.