Notes

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the next day, there was no note in connor's locker. which made him wonder who was sending the notes to him. "hey babe!" bethany quips, as she presses a kiss to her boyfriend's cheek. "hey... bethany." connor murmurs, as he grabs out his books.

"what's wrong?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "i kissed someone else." connor whispers. "you what! who was it? was it that slut perrie? was it carrie? who the fuck was it?" she growls.

"it was... it was troye." connor murmurs. "you have got to be kidding me. he forced himself upon you? i know you're not a fag like him."

"bethany, don't call him a fag. he is gay, and... i think i might be, too." her jaw drops, and she raises a hand, slapping connor across his face. "you'll be sorry, fag." she barks, as she stomps down the hallway, leaving connor with a red cheek, and an aching heart.

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connor stayed in school, ate lunch alone, wondering where troye was. so, he went to troye's house, and brought a container of chicken soup in case his friend was sick.

he knocks on troye's door, and a female version of him answers. "hi? who are you?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at the strangely attractive boy standing at her door.

"i'm connor, troye's friend."

"he's in his room." she says, stepping to the side, as connor runs up the stairs to find which room is troye's. luckily, the door was opening, troye was sitting at his desk, not facing connor.

"hey tro." connor says, as he walks in. troye turns his head, making connor gasp.

"tro, what happened?"

"kian happened." troye mutters, as he adjusts his black glasses on his nose.

he had two black eyes and a busted lip, and yet, he was still beautiful in connor's eyes.

"i will kill him." connor mutters, as he sits down on troye's double bed.

"so, why are you here?" troye asks, raising an eyebrow.

"i'm here because i missed you, and i brought you soup, in case you were sick." connor says, as he holds out the clear container of chicken soup.

"aw, connor! that's so sweet!" troye coos, as he takes the container and places it on his desk, and then moves to sit beside connor.

"i missed you too, it was kinda lonely today." he whispers. connor looks down at his hand that his dangerously close to troye's thigh, and smiles lightly when troye places his own hand atop connor's.

"so... how's uh... bethany." troye murmurs, changing the subject. "we broke up." connor announces, and troye tries his best to keep his smile suppressed. "oh... why?" he asks, trying to hide his grin.

"because, i told her that i'm gay, and she called you a fag, and that's not okay. it's not a nice word." he rushes out, eyes darting around the room, then focusing on troye.

"what made you realize that?" troye whispers. "y-you." connor gulps, looking away from troye, down at their hands again.

"me?" troye questions, raising an eyebrow.

"yes, you. when you... er... kissed me." connor blushes, making troye smile. "connor, can i ask you something?"

"anything."

"do you like me?"

Word Count: 532

A/N
Hey peaches! Again, a bit of a cliff hanger! I'm enjoying writing this story! Make sure to comment any ideas, questions, anything along those lines. Also, I am likely going to be making another AU so i will be posting a voting thing so everyone can vote out of my ideas I've written down!

Anywho, enjoy this part, and have a lovely day!

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