a/n: so my absolute best friend lives pretty far away and i haven't seen her in two years but tomorrow i'm driving up to go surprise her for her performance she has in band. that lil ginger freak is gonna cry so hard and i am gonna hug her for an uncomfortably long amount of time ooooooo
Jacob's pov
"Back to school, back to school, da da da da da back to school!" Troye skips up to the academy, swinging my hand around back and forth.
My mind buzzes with concern. He's been so caught up in his little world of 'everything is alright and beautiful' that he hasn't even realised what he's about to step back into. Or maybe he does and he's trying to hide his fear in skipping and bright smiles.
Either way, upon walking through the front gates of the academy, I let go of his hand and wrapped my arm around his waist. It was a silent and subtle bark at the world that he's mine and I will tear you limb from limb if you mess with him. That didn't stop the murmurs and stares though. Troye simply picked up his pace, staring straight ahead with a small smile on his lips. He didn't let other's arrogance bother him. We skipped stopping at our lockers and headed right into our first period, the room still being deserted of rowdy teenagers. Mr Ackles smiles a great amount when his eyes land upon Troye.
"Mister Mellet, great to see you back."
Troye looks over at him and smiles, "Thank you, it's nice to see you as well."
Our teacher nods in our direction and turns back down to his stacks of papers he surely forgot to finish grading last night. We take our seats and sit our elbows up on the desk, staring at each other.
"How do they feel?" I ask.
He furrows his brows a bit, "Pardon?"
I gesture to his chest, making him let out a small 'oh'.
"They're alright, sore after those little tricks you did to them." He whispers with a sly smile, looking down at the desk bashfully.
I smirk, "But it was worth it, correct?"
"Hmm... yes. Very much so." He titters, sifting through his bag and pulling out some paper and pencils, knowing I forget both almost every day. Soon enough the room begins filling with teenagers and class starts.
...
"What's up fucker?!" Some kid shouts, running up to Troye and fist bumping him.
We both step back and give the boy the funniest of looks. Who the fuck is this?
"I'm sorry? Do I know you?" He asks politely while me on the other hand glare at the boy and stand in front of Troye.
The kid groans, "They told me they would tell you who I was... I'm Carl. Carl Gallagher."
I shrug, "...And? What's that to us?"
He rolls his eyes, "Alright dumbass, I'm Ian Gallagher's brother? Now do I ring a bell??"
My eyes widen as I drop my glare and put my hands up, "Oh my."
Troye nudges me back and shakes his hand.
"What he means is sorry. I'm Troye, this is Jacob. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He smiles charmingly at the boy.
Carl nods, "Thank you."
Troye sighs, "Let me guess, first year here?"
Carl frowns, nodding, "How could ya tell?"
I smirk a bit, regaining my composure.
"Most people don't run up to seniors yelling what's up fucker." I inform to which he scowls to.
"I'm new here, alright. I'm used to shit talking Chicago where that is considered mellow." He mutters, cracking his knuckles.
We nod, standing side by side with our fingers twirled together.
"Fair enough." I offer him a smile, "Want to sit with us at lunch?"
A ginger girl walks up behind him and wraps an arm around his neck.
"We sure would."
Troye and I mutter an alright while Carl groans, "Debby, no."
"Debby, yes." She turns to us, holding out her hand, "Debby Gallagher, nice to meet ya."
We shake hands with the smiley girl.
"Ugh, yeah, that's my sister." Carl sighs.
Troye nods with a small smile, "How big is this family?"
They both hum, looking up at the ceiling and shrugging.
"About half of our last school were probably related to us in one way or another." Debby chuckles.
I raise my brows and nod, "Alright then... Let's uh- go to lunch now."
And so we did, the four of us sat at our designated empty table and got to know our friend's siblings. We spoke about how Ian and Mickey will be up within the next few days. We made plans for us to meet the whole family and spoke more than we ate until the bell rang, signalling us to get to class. Carl attempted to bro-hug the both of us, which we both politely declined and shook his hand to. We headed off to class and tried more than anything to ignore everyone's awfully annoying whispers.
Troye's pov
"Troye, did you bring it?" My art teacher, Miss Clark asks, clapping her hands together and smiling at me.
I nod with a big smile and pull out the portrait, "Just like I said. I apologise for the delay."
She takes it from my hands and gasps contently, "It's beautiful... and don't worry about it angel, I've heard things."
I sigh, holding my hands behind my back.
"Don't believe anything you've heard. If you want to know what happened just ask."
She nods, "It's not my business, I'm just glad you're back. I'm always here if you need someone to talk to."
I mumble a thank you and head back to my seat. I get back to my work for the period and plug my earphones in, listening to Dua Lipa's new debut album. Bopping to my tunes, I stand up off of my chair and sway my hips as I paint little flowers all over my canvas. I ignore the odd looks coming from others but find myself smiling back at a cheery Joe Sugg watching me.
