mischief maker • a tronnor au ✔️

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*Idk if this counts as a trigger warning but there's like very minor violence in this chapter*

"I do not like T-" I was about to finish my sentence to Ingrid when Hannah walked into the makeup room.

"Can I uh, talk to Ingrid alone? It's about the... the project" Hannah stated, looking over at Zoe, Beth and I. I nodded my head and shot a quick wink to Ingrid.

As I walked out of the makeup room, I noticed I had gotten makeup on my hand. Probably from leaning my hand against the makeup counter. I decided it would probably be best to just go to the bathroom and wash it off.

As I was washing my hand, I started to replay my conversation with Ingrid. "Sounds like my little Connie is developing a crush on Bad Boy Troye" Her words replayed in my head.

Ingrid is going crazy I thought to myself. I don't like Troye. I just want to crack him. I don't like tr-

My thoughts were cut off as soon as I heard the bathroom door open.

"Well, Well, Well, look who it is" an all too familiar voice mocked. I slowly lifted my head up and looked in the mirror, seeing not only my reflection, but Sawyers as well. "How have you been since the last time we spoke? Oh that's right, you never talk"

"L...leave me alone" I managed to mumble out, trying my hardest to ignore his eyes burning into the back of my head.

"Not until we take care of some unfinished business" his eyes darkened as he took a step towards the sinks. I let out a shaky breath as he continued getting closer, his hands clenched in fist.

"Sawyer... P-Please" I bit my lip and closed my eyes, expecting to feel a punch to the face, but instead I felt nothing. Confused, I opened my eyes when suddenly, he grabbed ahold of my shirt collar and pinned me up against the bathroom door. "Now listen here and listen good" he growled. "Nobody is here to save you this time, nobody can prevent me from punching that sorry smile off your stupid face"

I began to squirm underneath him as I tried to escape from his hold. It started to work, up until he slapped me across the face. "stop squirming you asshole" he growled.

I wanted to scream for help, but that would only lead to even more violence, so I stayed silent. "Next time, you better fucking watch where you're going, Franta" He hissed.

That's when I noticed his fist in the air seconds before it collided with my face. "Because next time, next time will be much worse" Sawyer threw me to the ground and I put a hand over my now throbbing nose. I felt liquid drop from it, knowing that it's most likely blood. Sawyer then let out a small chuckle as we proceeded to walk out of the bathroom. "Move, Mellet" I could faintly hear outside the door.

Shit. I thought. Shit shit shit shit Troye is coming

Troye walked into the bathroom, whistling to the tune of Talking Body. At first, he seemed completely oblivious to the fact that I was sitting on the floor with a bloody nose, but as soon as his eyes widened, I figured he had saw me.

"Oh my god, Connah?" He called out, rushing to my side. "Connah what the hell happened?" he quickly rushed to get a damp paper towel as he made his way back over to me.

"Sawyer" I mumbled out, my nose in pain.

"That little bitch" Troye carefully placed the towel underneath my nose to clean up any blood that was dripping from it. I flinched under his touch. Usually I would expect somebody like Troye to just laugh and walk away, but he didn't. He was helping me. "why did he fucking punch you?"

"i...I don't know" I answered, trying to hold back my tears caused by the pain my face was in. "I...I think be-because of earlier"

"Sawyer is such a dick" Troye mumbled under his breath. He grabbed another paper towel and placed it on the other side of my nose, this time, not as careful as before.

"Ow!" I yelped, backing away from Troye's hand. I had to bite my lip pretty dang hard in order to hold back the tears this time. It was becoming nearly impossible.

"Oh my god. I'm sorry" Troye hurriedly answered. "no don't cry" He had probably noticed how my eyes were beginning to water up. My vision was now becoming clouded with tears. "No Connor oh my god I didn't mean to hurt you" He rushed out, sounding panicked.

"It's o..okay" I breathed, wiping the wetness from my eyes. "I...I never expected bad boy t...Troye to be taking care of m....me"

"expect the unexpected" he stated. "But, if anybody finds out about this, you're dead meat. Got it?" he threatened. I nodded in agreement, but I was still going to tell Ingrid about this anyways. I know Troye wouldn't hurt a fly, even if he comes off that way.

After a couple more minutes filled with blood and tears, my nose was finally cleaned up (but still in pain). I thanked Troye one more time before exiting to the bathroom and running right back to the makeup room.

"Oh hey, Co- Connor!?" Ingrid came rushing to my side. "Connor what the hell? It looks like you've been crying and- Oh my god is that blood!?" She grabbed ahold of my arm and pulled me over to the makeup chair. "What the hell happened? Did Troye hurt you? That little shit, I'm going to go teach him a-" She started to walk out of the door. I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her back over to me.

"Just the opposite, really" I reassured. "I was in the bathroom when Sawyer walked in. He said he had some unfinished business, so he punched me directly in the nose" I explained to her. "Troye came in a couple of seconds later and helped me. He cleaned up my blood and everything. Ingrid, I don't get him. He was acting really nice."

Ingrid was gathering makeup to cover up the noticeable bruise on my nose as she spoke. "Troye is really confusing. Even Hannah said so" She spoke

"Really? What did Hannah say?" I raised my eyebrow in confusion.

"We were talking about him, and she said 'if only he would just tell people his feelings.'" Ingrid quoted.

"What do you think it means?" I asked, even more confused by Troye.

"I think it means he's hiding his feelings." Ingrid explained. "like maybe he has a crush or something"

Maybe Ingrid was right, maybe Troye does have a crush. But I have a feeling deep inside saying that it's much more than a petty crush.

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