Torn Between Two

Chapter 17

Connor 

After drawing my picture. The bell rings. I grab my stuff and walk to the teachers room dreading the pain of talking to someone face to face when I don't even want to. I can't even talk to Troye without freaking out or crying. Never mind a stupid teacher. Stay calm Connor please not just for me. But for Troye as well. Troye stands beside me. We don't even act like we are near each other. We wait for the long talk or short. I nudge him to tell him to calm down. he is nervous and honestly I am extremely nervous. I just have to keep it together. Calm Troye down when needed.  His hand tapping on his leg. "Boys." Mr. Howell says and someone else is in the room as well I close my eyes and walk in trying to seem happy?  Mr.Caylen. The guidance counselor. "We have your next class teacher notified about this." Mr. Howell says. Troye looks up and then he sees Mr. Caylen. He turns around. "I am not fucking talking!" Troye yells and I grab his hand. He stops and I look at him. "Troye sit." I say firmly. "Connor you." Troye is about to say something then I stop him. "I know now sit." I say and he slowly moves to the chair. I sit down and then listen. I don't want to be here as much as Troye but, if we just walk out we would get into more shit and then we are fucked. "Now boys. I have noticed the drawings you have been doing. They are worrying me. Mr. Caylen is here to talk to you about something." Mr. Howell says. I start to tense up. "Now boys, whatever is said and actions happen in this room are not told outside of this room okay?" Mr. Howell says. I nod then I look over and Troye nods. He takes my hand and tightens his grip on it. "Well I am here today to talk to you about something." Mr. Caylen says. I sigh no shit! "I want to say that depression is no joke and well every week for at least 1 hour you come into my room together and talk! There is no if's, but's, what's, or words against this. Got it?" Mr. Caylen says. Troye stands up. I grab his hand tighter. "I am not fucking doing this. I refuse to!" Troye yells. I grab his other hand. Face him towards me. "Language!" Mr. Howell yells at Troye. "Troye listen to me. I know you don't want to talk. I don't either trust me, okay listen. We and by we I mean you and I will do this together okay?" I ask staying calm. "But what about Tyler?" He asks. "It doesn't matter okay. One step at a time. If Tyler says no and you can't go then don't bother because you have 2 people who have your back." I say and point to the teachers.

They watch me handle Troye like he is a little boy needing someone to hold his hand while walking into a dark room. Troye thinking someone is under his bed and I have to go check it to make sure he is okay. That he won't die and that he will sleep good at night.  I hold his hand and then move my hand to his eye. He slowly moves away. Then I touch it lightly. "Now boys we need to." Mr. Caylen says. We completely ignore them. "We will do this. I promise. Count on it with my life." I say to Troye he nods slowly. Leaning into my hand a very light touch to his face. "You can do this." I say to him before turning to the teachers. "Okay well how about tomorrow at 3-4?" Mr. Caylen asks. "Good for me." I say and Troye gulps. "This will not get out right! My parents they won't like hearing about this." Troye says. I slowly make small circles on his hand still. "No it won't as long as Connor doesn't say anything your secret will be safe with us." Mr. Caylen says and I look at Troye. "Your secret is safe with me Troye Boy."  I say making a new name up. He smiles a little then they excuse us. "Goodbye boys see you tomorrow." Mr. Caylen says. I nod and we walk out. The bell rings for the next class we don't rush. We don't need to. I don't need to. No one in the halls. Troye's hand still in mine. We stop in the halls. "Thank you." Troye says slowly making me walk back into a wall. His forehead on mine. "Troye." I say ready to say something. "It means a lot I have you." Troye says. He touches my face lightly. He slowly brings his finger along to my eyebrow. He removes his hand and looks at it. Shit! "Makeup Connor what happened?" Troye asks. Wiping more off to show my cuts and bruises."Nothing Troye don't worry about it right now." I say and then take his hand and hold it. "What happened did Tyler do this too you this morning and you keep shit in your locker?" Troye asks worried as hell. "No Troye stop."I say. He doesn't calm down. He is panicking. What can I do? What is there to do? I know. I slowly take his face lightly and kiss his lips lightly. He stops and breathes out through his nose. He melts in my hands and I slowly melt to. "Now." I say and take his face lightly with both hands. "Don't worry about me. We get to class and get this day over with okay?" I ask and he nods. "We get this day over with." Troye says repeating my words and lets go of my hand. We walk to our lockers and I feel this thing in my stomach. It doesn't hurt it feels good. Connor Joel Franta you are falling too hard for Troye. 

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guys okay so well this is the 6 chapter today. I wrote it last night and wow. I am so proud of myself for writing so much. Comment and let me know how you are enjoying this story. I miss the person who I am supposed to write with but, she can't for reasons right now. Anyways thanks for the support love you all. *winks* BYEEEE