Far From Perfect || Tronnor

4: Meeting the Homies

I've talked to this guy once. Literally the only time we exchanged words was two weeks ago and half the time I was basically just asking him to fuck off. So to say that I wasn't prepared for a conversation would've been an understatement. I was pretty much just staring at him with a look of 'what the hell are you doing touching my arm we aren't on that level yet'.

"Hey I was wondering if you would like to meet my friends!" He chirped.

It was that very moment where my nonreligious soul actually thanked every single god known to men that I was very good with impromptu shit. I used to take drama and acting classes where we always had to do on-the-spot acting. I put on my game face and tried my best to pull of a very frantic look. "Look Connor, honey, as much as I would love to hang out with you, my mom just texted me saying that she was going in labor and she needs a drive because my dad is out, so I really don't have much time to," I said. I turned around to look like I was leaving in a hurry, but that didn't stop him from tightening his grip on my arm and turn me around again. Shit. He knew I was lying.

"Don't shit with me, Troye. You might be a great actor and all, but I am no fool," He stated, looking at me rather disappointed. I sighed, figuring it'd be best to just drop the act.

"What do you want?" I hissed. I gotta say, I wasn't expecting myself to sound so rude. I was kinda proud of myself for acting so hostile.

"I want you to meet my homies," He replied.

I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. "No, idiot. I mean, why do you want me to meet these people so badly?" I explained. So far, I was getting an impression that this Connor kid was either not the brightest, or just annoyingly annoying in every aspect of life.

"Because," He said, dragging out every syllable, "If we are going to become friends, than you are going to have to meet them sooner or later," he said with a smile as if this was the most obvious thing ever.

"Look, Connor. I don't know if I gave you the impression that I wanted to be your friend or not, but if I did, I am sorry to say that that isn't the case," I responded.

He grabbed me by the shoulders, leaned down and looked me in the eye. "Troye I don't give two shits about whether or not you want to be friends, because time will only tell. But in the meantime, how about you just relax and let me introduce you to them."

Okay, there were two options. I could've ran away and made a scene or called the police regarding a stalker, but that would've drawn too much attention to myself. Or I could've just let him show me to his friends. At least he would leave me alone after, right?

He lead me over to the table filled with people who were equally (if not more) obnoxious than him. He sat down and automatically joined in midway through their conversation, ignoring me completely. I just stood there, behind the table, watching social people be social. The situation was almost becoming too unbearable, causing me to turn around and begin walking away. I would've succeeded in doing so, if Connor hadn't blurted out, "And where do you think you're going?" Dammit.

I went back over and this time, Connor patted an empty seat next to him. I sat down and pulled out my phone. I needed to text Tyler and tell him that there was an emergency and I needed him to pick me up. Actually, it didn't even have to be Tyler. It could've been anyone at that point.

Connor coughed, causing me to look up from my screen. "So let me introduce you to everyone! Everybody, this is Troye," He cheered in his usual giddy way. Oh boy, here we go! I thought. I should've just left then. I don't know why my Safety Zone alarms were not going off, but I should've been smarter. After all, these people were complete strangers.

Connor pointed to the blonde one who I saw at the library, "This is Kian. That is Jc," He said addressing the boy who was previously shoving numerous straws up his nose. He turned to a younger-looking, brunette boy and a boy who had light brown hair styled into a quiff. "This is Ricky, and the younger one is Trevor," He continued. "Oh, and this is my cousin, Courtney," He said looking at the 'what-is-your-number' girl who finally had a name.