Gasoline-- Tronnor AU

Chapter 35- Connor

Talking To The Moon- Bruno Mars

I walked to class on Monday feeling numb. I kept myself from texting Troye all weekend and pretended to be okay around my family. How am I supposed to face him now?

I saw him across the hall. Jacob's arm draped over his small shoulders. I wanted to scream and run. But I stayed strong.

I walked over to Ricky who wrapped his arms around me. "I'm so sorry Connor."

"How 'bout we all hang out later?" Jc said, trying to cheer me up. 

"I  bought a bunch of spray paint yesterday..."Trevor said.

"We are not vandalizing anything," I told him, before he got too excited.

"C'mon Connor! It'll be fun!" Sam pitched in.

"Do all freshman feel the need to do illegal things or is it just you two?" I asked, laughing a little.

"Just us," Sam smiled. "Kay, so it's decided then. We'll meet at Trevy's house."

"Don't call me that!!" Trevor whined.

"Awe little Trevy's getting all frustrated," Kian cooed.

We all burst out laughing when Trevor turned red. I could feel Troye's eyes on me.

"Let's go somewhere else," I said quickly.

They agreed and I walked away without looking back at him.

***

Art class.

The one class I've been dreading all day. Just one more period and I can go have fun with my friends, I kept reminding myself.

I walked in and saw a new seating chart up on the projector.

Things are really working out of me today.

I took a seat at my new table with some kid named Harold. I've never really noticed anyone in this class other than Troye. I'm always either too focused on my art or him.

"Hi," he smiled.

"Hi, I'm Connor," I said, trying to sound happy.

"I know, " he laughed.

He has a cute laugh. Kind of like Troye... No.

I pulled my most recent project out of my drawer along with various shades of red paint. We were supposed to create something that makes us feel. It was a silhouette of a couple standing in front of a burning sunset. 

"That's so good!" Harold exclaimed, looking over my painting.

"Thanks," I blushed. "I've been working on this one for a while."

"Mine looks horrible," he frowned staring down at his own canvas.

He wasn't wrong...

He laughed at my confused expression and said, "Yeah, I know. I'm just trying to get my art credits done. I'm more into photography."

I smiled. "I love photography!"

I like this kid. I think we could be really good friends. Or maybe it's just because he reminds me of Troye...

I looked over at the mess of curls staring blankly at his paper. He mindlessly swirled his paintbrush in the water.

"I'm sorry about what happened with you two," Harold said, looking at me with concern.

Oh. I guess everyone knows we broke up. Tears pricked at my eyes, threatening to spill. I tried to force them back, but it wasn't working very well.

"Do you want to leave?" Harold asked softly.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

He stood up and took my hand, dragging me out of the room.

As soon as we were away from the classrooms, I broke down leaning back on the wall.

"Shh," he said, pulling me into a hug. "It'll be okay."

"No it won't," I sobbed. "He was my everything. And lost him. What's point in life without my everything."

There was something really comforting about spilling your deepest thoughts to a stranger. Kind of like therapy.

Oh shit...

I have therapy today. With Troye. 

"What?" Harold said, confused as  to why I suddenly stopped crying.

"I have to go to group therapy today. Troye's in my group."

"Don't go," he said simply.

"But I have to. My mom-"

"Ditch," he laughed.

"That..." I thought about it. "That's actually a really good idea. Thanks."

I was supposed to hang out with the guys anyways.

"Of course," he smiled. "No more crying, okay?"

I nodded. "Thank you."

"No problem. Let's get back to class."

Troye was the first to look up when I walked back in. I accidentally made eye contact. I gave him a weak smile, not knowing what else to do. He didn't smile back. He was looking directly at Harold.

"Don't pay attention to him," he said, gently pushing me forward to me seat.

Jealousy burned in Troye's eyes and anger flared inside me. HE LEFT ME! He has no right to be jealous. I looked away and sat down at my seat, getting back to work. I let the reds burn into a pitch black. My love was turning dark. 

***

"This is gonna be so much fun!!" Trevor squealed, jumping up and down with a black bag full of spray paint.

"I don't think we should be doing this," I said nervously.

"Loosen up, Connor," Jc said. "It's just art right?"

Well if you put it that way...

"Give me every shade of red and blue that you have," I said to Trevor.

I picked a spot on the wall and got to work.

***

"Woah..." Jc said, staring up at my work with his mouth hanging open. The rest of the guys had a similar reaction.

"I thought the point of this trip was to get you to forget him," Ricky said.

"I'm never gonna forget him," I said softly, taking a picture of what I did. Hopefully Troye still follows me on Instagram... There would be no point in any of this if he doesn't see it.

I looked up one last time. The red paint dripping off my hands. The blue off of his. The way our fingers intertwined to create a beautiful shade of purple.

I'll never let go...

~V

Wooh! I finally updated!! I've been procrastinating... sorry :)