Torn Between Two

Chapter 18

Troye 

I hear the bell ring and I slowly get up and walk towards Mr. Howell's office. I stand beside Connor not talking to him should I try and talk to him? Or should I just not bother and let's act like we don't even know each. He nudges me to try and breath. My fingers tapping on my leg "Boys." Mr. Howell says. We walk in. My head down not looking up. "We have your next class teacher notified about this." Mr. Howell says. I look up and see Mr. Caylen, the guidance counselor. I turn around not talking at all. I am done! "I am not fucking talking!" I yell. A hand grabs mine. I stop and turn around. Connor staring at me. "Troye sit." Connor says really harsh. "Connor you." I start to say. He stops me. "I know now sit." Connor says. He knows what I was going to say. I slowly walk and sit down to listen. All I can do right now. "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 just roll my eyes. Draw your feelings down Troye that is what I was told. "Now boys, whatever is said and actions happen in this room are not told outside of this room okay?" Mr. Howell says. Connor nods. I also nod. Connor reaches for my hand. I take it and he squeezes it. I breath in and out to try to calm down. "Well I am here today to talk to you about something." Mr. Caylen says. I just roll my eyes again. Why else are you here for dumbass! "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. I stand up in anger. Connor holding my hand still. "I am not fucking doing this. I refuse to!" I yell. Connor grabs my hand and looks at me. Facing me. "Language!" Mr. Howell yells at me. "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?" Connor asks. I just breath in and out. Not wanting to explode. . "But what about Tyler?" I ask quickly. "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." Connor says. He points to the teachers. He is right. If Tyler says I can't talk to someone then I will get Mr. Howell or Mr. Caylen to talk to me.

Connor talking to me slowly. He is calming me down. He slowly moves his hand to my face I move away and then lean into the touch lightly.. "Now boys we need to." Mr. Caylen says. I don't even listen to what he is saying.. "We will do this. I promise. Count on it with my life." Connor says. We will get through this together no matter what happens. "You can do this." Connor says turning to the teachers. I turn as well. "Okay well how about tomorrow at 3-4?" Mr. Caylen asks. "Good for me."Connor says kind of happy. Why is he happy? Maybe because we get to spend more time together. "This will not get out right! My parents they won't like hearing about this." I state making sure. My dad he will kill me! He can't know about this. Connor making small circles on my hand to make sure I don't say anything stupid. "No it won't as long as Connor doesn't say anything your secret will be safe with us." Mr. Caylen says Connor looking at me. "Your secret is safe with me Troye Boy." Connor says making a new name up. I smile. I like that. Troye Boy it's like Con. "Goodbye boys see you tomorrow." Mr. Caylen says. I nod and walk out. . The bell rings for the next class we don't rush. We don't need to. No one in the halls. Connor still holding my hand. Connor stops me. "Thank you.' Troye says. I move closer to him to push him against the wall. My forehead falling on his forehead. "Troye."Connor says but, I cut in.. "It means a lot I have you." I say. I touch his face. Bringing my finger from his cheek to his eyebrow touching the scar. I remove my hand and look. Makeup why! What happened. "Makeup Connor what happened?" I ask worried as hell. I wipe more off to show his cuts and bruises. What did he do! Wiping more off to show my cuts and bruises."Nothing Troye don't worry about it right now." Connor says and takes my hand. "What happened did Tyler do this too you this morning and you keep shit in your locker?" I ask worried as hell. "No Troye stop." Connor says. I can't I start to panic. What did he do? What happened? Was it Tyler? Why does he keep his makeup in his locker does this happen all the time? Connor takes my face and he slowly leans in and kisses my lips. I stop for a second then I breathe through my nose. I melt against his hands. . "Now."Connor says. He touches my face lightly. "Don't worry about me. We get to class and get this day over with okay?"Connor asks me. I nod. . "We get this day over with."I say repating his words. He lets go of my hand and we walk to our locker. He makes my heart shake. Bend? Break? All at once. Happy I really don't know. But all I know is that I am falling really hard for this boy. Why? Because he treats me like I am a human not a robot.