Torn Between Two

Chapter 41

Troye 

"Troye! Troye! Troye! Troye!" I groggily open my eyes to see Connor poking my face. "Troye! Troye! Tr-"

"...Con. Babe, I'm tired," I breath out and roll over. "You don't have time to be tired. We totally forgot about our science exam today." Connor pulls the sheets off of me, "Get up, babe."

Groaning, I sit up in bed and rub my eyes. "Just remind me.. Did we even study for that science exam?" He thinks for a minute before shaking his head, "Nope."
"Great."

"Come on, get up and get dressed. If you're fast maybe we can read up on notes on the bus," Connor suggests as I yawn and slide out of bed.

I lean in to kiss his forehead, "Morning."

"Babe, I love you and all, but no kisses until you're dressed." I whimper, "Connnn!" I sigh in defeat and grab some clothes to put on. Jeans, a loose maroon coloured shirt, and a sweater. Obviously. Connor is already dressed and is sitting on the bed waiting. I slide on my jeans and throw on my shirt.

"It's gonna be so hot today, baby. This sweater may actually kill me," I say dramatically before pulling it over my head. "I wish I didn't have to wear one," Connor mumbles. I sit down next to him. "We'll get through this. It's gonna be fine, okay?"
"Okay." (TFIOS reference lol)

I hesitate, "Babe, you do realise you're absolutely covered in hickeys, right?" I swear Connor almost jumps twelve feet in the air as he shoots off the bed and runs into the bathroom. He's.. limping?

Shit. I did hurt him. I feel guilt flooding my stomach, but I push it away. He said he was fine. Trust him. "I can't go to school like this!" he shouts from the bathroom. "Use Sage's makeup!" I call as I come in.

I grab it from the cupboard, hastily pushing the razors to the back. I pull out the powder, and a brush I'm not exactly positive is meant for this. I start to cover the purple spots on his neck.

We're finished in a couple of minutes and we can finally head to the bus stop.

I grasp his hand tightly as we wait for the bus to arrive. "I love you," I whisper sheepishly. "Ditto."

The bus pulls up and we step on. I see Tyler glance at us from the back. "Look, it's the lovebirds!" he snickers, causing everyone to laugh. We choose the seat right up the front of the bus, facing away from them.

I try and block them out. The people I thought were friends. Not just friends. My best friends. "Shut up, Tyler!" I yell back. Connor grabs my arm, "Don't, babe. Leave him."

"How about you make me?"

That single line makes everyone on the bus freeze.

"Or are you too scared?"

I close my eyes and take a couple of deep breaths. "Let's get off here. We can walk," I say to Connor as I press the button. "Alright," he whispers back. The bus stops and we get off. I squeeze his hand as we walk the couple of blocks to school.

"He's going to hurt you. Because of me. Troye, you need to leave me at school today. Please."

"Never."

I see Connor sigh in defeat. He looks so upset. Why? I thought I made him happy.

We walk into the school gate and I head to my locker. "I'll be right back, I'm going to the bathroom." Connor says, before disappearing out of sight.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and whip my head around to see Tyler. "What do you want?" I snap, feigning confidence. "I saw them."
"..Saw what?"

"Don't bullshit me, Mellet. The hickeys you left all over Franta."

"Connor? Where is he? What did you do to him?" I try to sound threatening, but the concern in my stomach forces it out as a whimper. "Don't worry about him. We're taking care of him," he snickers.

"What do you want, Tyler?"

"You."

"Tough. I love Connor," I spit. "Then we'll have to change that."

Before I can react, Tyler swings his fist at my face. It collides with my jaw. I stumble back.

"I know the way you look at me. You want me, Troye. I see the way you want to fuck me. Troye, don't lie to me." Tyler spits at me.

"Let me see you." Tyler says and pushes me against the locker. He touches my neck with his hand.

"Don't touch me." I whimper against his touch. It's not like Connor's. It's cold and meaningless. "I'm not your boy-toy, Tyler," I choke out as he starts to caress my cheek. I try to push away but he slams me back against the locker.

He leans in and starts to bite at my neck. I feel horrible, but I can't help but moan. He found my sensitive spot. I'm dead.

"You like that, Mellet?"

My breath hitches in my throat, "I - uh.." He moves slightly right to make a new mark. I choke back another moan. "Don't hide it, baby."

"Do not call me baby!" I try to push away but he slams me back against the locker.

I wince. "Resist, and Franta gets it," he hisses. I whimper and drop my arms limply. I struggle lightly as he touches my birthmark with his finger. He brings his fist towards my stomach and punches me in the gut.

I feel disgusting. Is this how Connor felt when I used to hurt him? I clutch my gut, "T-tyler-"

"Don't you mean Tilly?" he smirks.

I swallow, "T-tilly, please. Why are you doing this to me? I thought- I thought you were my best friend."

"But Troye, we're more than that," Tyler says with a sly smile. He leans in closer to me. No. No. No. Shit. Shit. Shit. "Get off of me!" I croak, but to no avail. Tyler leans in and puts his lips on mine. I purse my lips shut. He bites at my lip, causing me to gasp in pain.

Tyler slides his tongue into my mouth. I struggle against his tight hold on me as he wraps one arm around my neck. He breaks away, "Kiss me back, you slut."

"Tyler-" I choke out, close to tears.

"Tilly!" He snaps as he slaps my cheek. "T-tilly. Let me go."

"No. Kiss me back, or Franta gets hurt."

Tyler leans back in and I open my mouth willingly. For Connor. I kiss him back, but his kiss isn't soft and meaningful like Connor's. It's harsh. Disgusting. Meaningless. That word keeps coming back. If he really loved me, he'd mean it.

He obviously doesn't.

So what does he want?

He breaks away from me, letting me breath. I turn my head and spit on the floor.

"Say my name. You know, with all the breath in it." I hesitate, "Tyler," I breath out.

He groans, almost a moan. I almost throw up at the sound of it.

"You're disgusting, Tyler." I push against his grasp.

"Don't speak to me like that, Mellet."

"Don't speak to me at all-"

He punches my gut and I fall to my knees, finally exhausted. Before I know it, everywhere in my body aches. I've been punched more times than I can count. Kicked everywhere. Tyler leans in close to my ear, "Maybe next time you'll be more willing," he whispers as a smirk creeps across his face.

He kicks me one more time before sauntering away.

"C-con," I whimper as tears stream down my face. "Where are you?" 

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Guys this part is so good and I did not write this FreeTroye did and omg its amazing. Anyways guys. Love you all for the support and love you all! *winks* byeeeee