T R O Y E
The last bell rang throughout the quiet classroom, indicating the end of the school day. I stand up, lean over, and hurriedly shove my English books into my white backpack when I hear an all too familiar voice whistle behind me and a hand grab my bum through my black pleated skirt.
"Aye BabyGirl, nice ass." Connor. Fucking. Franta. I slap his hand away and rush out of the room, while he yells after me, telling me to wait up. I ignore it of course and get to my locker, twisting the lock back and forth and jiggling it to grant me access to this shitty metal box.
"Ugh, fuckin' hell." I groan through my my clenched teeth when the stupid locker doesn't open. Suddenly, the person a few locker doors down from me shuts their's obnoxiously loud.
"Chill!" I yell out of instinct and then realize who it is.
"Netflix and chill? Cuz I'd gladly take up that offer," Jacob laughs, "seems like you need a little help."
I roll my eyes and turn on my heel to face him, "Yeah, well not yours. Now go hang out with your boyfriend or something."
"My boyfriend? Are you talking about Connor because literally everyone knows he's got a thing for you." He humors and I scoff.
"Oh please, he's got a thing for my body, just like everyone else... Including you." I mutter, still trying to open the lock.
"Don't be so over confident. It's only because of what you wear and your, well, your reputation." He insults and I glare at him.
"Just fuck off dickhead." Just in time, Connor strolls over, throwing an arm over Jacob.
"What's up slut?" Connor winks and I pick my backpack up from the ground, throwing it over my shoulder.
"You know what, I'll just text someone for the homework answers." I grumble and attempt to shove past them when Connor puts an arm out, holding me back and pushes me to right where I was before: in front of them.
"Hold up, I'll open your locker for you." He quickly puts in my code and the gray locker door swings open.
"H-how do you know my-"
"Your locker code? Well, considering you whisper it to yourself when trying to open it, it doesn't take a complete genius to figure it out," Connor snarks, "you may be smart in class Babygirl, but you definitely aren't street smart."
I frown at my stupidity and Connor grabs my jaw, stopping only inches away from my face. "Are the slut's feelings hurt?" I grab his wrist, pulling Connor's strong grip off of my face.
"Get the fuck out of my way asshole." My eyes burn into him and he nods, side stepping, and I walk through Jacob and Connor. But I yelp and begin to speed walk when I feel two hands simultaneously slap my asscheeks. Blush bursts onto my cheeks and look back to see Connor and Jacob highfiving and laughing at their own immaturity.
A U T H O R S N O T E :
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SLUT | troncob
FanfictionTroye's the "seemingly innocent" straight A student who constantly gets teased and annoyed by a pair of best friends: Connor Franta and Jacob Bixenman. But, everyone knows Troye has sucked more dicks in his life than a porn star. And although they'r...
