The New Boy

i smell heartbreak on my hands

{Troye's POV}

Tears fell down the boys face in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, hey, hey" I said softly, standing from the ground and walking closer to him.

"You're okay" I reassured him.

"Don't kid yourself I'm not okay, Mason's not okay, you're not okay." The boy wiped his eyes with his sweater sleeve.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"London.."

"Well London, you have us now. You're not alone anymore" I looked to Mason, who looked away.

"Are you guys going to tell anybody?" He said with a shaky voice.

"No" I said, London and I turned to Mason.

"I-I'm not even gay, it's just you guys. But no London, I won't tell anyone."

My mouth dropped, I just started at Mason who never looked at me. London obviously knew Mason was lying his ass off, but was polite enough not to call him out on it.

"Oh.. Sorry Mason I just assumed" Said London.

"Yeah sorry Mason, I just assumed as well" I said.

"No worries.." he mumbled. Then turned to the door and sped out.

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on London, who looked just as confused as me.

"Forget about him... Do you need some water?" I asked.

London nodded, we walked out of the shed and towards the backyard doors. Groups of people ran around trying to seek out the others.

Only a handful of people were inside drinking and what not because the rest were off in trees and bushes hiding. I walked to Mason's fridge; London trailing behind me and took out a bottle of water.

I looked around the room as London chugged the bottle of water, seeing if Mason was anywhere to be found. He wasn't.

"TROYEEEE"

I turned my head to see a very drunken David running to us doing jazzy finger guns.

"Hey David"

"Who caught your sexy self?"

"London" I said trying to keep a straight face.

"Good job brother" he called over to London "did you take your shot?"

"Uh? Oh no I forgot"

Before I knew it David had a shot of vodka ready for me to drink. I shrugged, then tipped the small cup down my neck.

"SIVAN LOOK AT YOU" David said, giving me a small shove with excitement.

I laughed and shook my head around, the taste of the vodka made me sick but being cool was worth it.

Time passed, and dusk quickly fell. Still no sign of Mason. London had gone home, and I found refuge on the end of a couch.