mischief maker • a tronnor au ✔️

T H I R T Y T H R E E

**Republishing bc Wattpad issues

surprise bitches... here's the last chapter :)

Life is weird.

One minute, I'm the friendless gay nerd with no friends and no boyfriend, then the next minute, i've made two friend and a boyfriend.

I guess you just have to be patient. Patience is key, and i'm glad patience worked on me.

And in the grand scheme of things, I also managed to help out with the schools most successful musical, help Troye come out to, not only his parents, but to his friends and siblings as well, and i encourage Troye to pursue his dream in music (which, by the way, he has gotten into new Yorks finest music school. Full ride scholarship. We tried not to say 'I told you so' to Laurelle). But i'd say my favorite thing from this year was by far meeting Troye.

I used to have such negative opinion of him. Thinking that he wanted nothing but my pencils and to cause trouble, but boy was I wrong.

And now, here we were, the night before the last day of school. Troye and I had been dating for 7 months now (and we still haven't said 'I Love you' to each others faces, but we've implied it). Hannah, Ingrid, Troye, and I were all on a double date in my living room.

We snuggled up to our respective partners and talked. We talked about life, our futures, life after high school, and everything in between.

Hannah talked about how she was going to culinary school in LA, and how IN grid was also going to LA, but to a different college. That way she can pursue a career in Fashion.

"What about you, Con? Have you gotten any word back from the colleges you applied to?" Ingrid asked, winking at me.

Earlier this week, I received word from a photography school in New York that they'd love for me to attend their school. Troye doesn't know this, however. He thinks that I applied for a school in Minnesota. I was waiting to surprise him.

Hannah and Ingrid already knew, of course.

"Actually, yes" I beamed. Troye sat up in excitement as I spoke.

"Did that school in Minnesota accept you?" He questioned, trying to hide his obvious disappointment.

"Not exactly, no." I stated "but, I did apply for this one photography school and they accepted me" I smiled, looking up at Troye. His eyes were filled with joy and pride.

"Thats great, Connie! where at?"

"New York" I smiled, trying hard not to laugh at his reaction. His face was filled with many different emotions as he tackled me in a tight hug.

"You mean we won't be as separated as i thought?" He asked, his voice muffled in my neck.

"Nope. The schools are about 20 miles or so away."

"This is great news" He cheered. "I'm so happy"

"Me too, Troye boy, me too"

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The first time we said 'I love you' was just a few hours after that. It wasn't anything overly cheesy or cliche. It was just cute.

Troye was over at my house, studying for our English final tomorrow. Hannah and Ingrid had left. We began talking, as we do, bringing up how the concept of words and their meanings are so amazing. You know, normal teenager stuff.

"Like, take the words I, love, and you for example. I has many meanings. It can be just another letter of the alphabet, it's also the symbol for Iodine, and it can also mean myself. The Love can mean affection, or sometimes it's used in a sarcastic manner. People also use it all too frequrntly. Then you have the word you. Which is literally anybody other than yourself. It could also, just like I, be another letter of the alphabet. " Troye established, rambling on about how the three separate words have so many different meanings, but when combined, they mean something truly beautiful. "But then I could tell you that I love you, and it would hold so much meaning."

"Well do you love me?" I questioned, writing down an answer in my notebook.

"Yes"

"well I love you too."

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Final day of school.

Troye and I walked hand-in-hand as we entered the school, like we have been doing for the past few months.

All the drama had died down by now, and everything was at piece as it should be. Troye has stooped his bad boy act as much as possible, sometimes slipping up though. But it's okay.

He has also managed to finally put his feelings first. Kinda of.

After stopping by Troyes locker, we walked to mine. I grabbed my stuff, closed my locker, and turned to Troye. "Ready for our last day"

"More than ever. I'm just excited to get out of this hell hole and go to New York with you." Troye stated, grabbing my free hand and walking to the classroom.

Students were already on there. Some taking selfies with their friends, some studying, and others just talking. I walked to my normal seat and Troye walked to his. Which, of course, was right next to mine.

"Remember when we had our first conversation?" Troye asked, looking over at the whiteboard.

"Yeah, you got me in trouble. I was so pissed." I laughed, Troye joining in.

"Are you still pissed?" He questioned, trying to hold back his laughter.

"Well..." I joked, which resulted in Troye slapping my shoulder.

"You've changed, Con. You're not shy anymore."

"And you;re not bad anymore"

"Touche, Mousey"

"Touche, Mischief Maker."

After those final words left my mouth, Troye giggled and Ms.Helbig walked into the classroom. "We have to begin immediately. The test will take all hour. " Troye raised his hand.

"how are you, Ms.Helbig?" He asked, his way of trying to stall the teacher.

"I'm fine, Mr.Mellet."

"Sivan" Troye corrected.

"That's right, my bad Mr.Sivan. Anyways, the test will begin as soon as i pass out the papers. No talking. At all" She enforced.

As soon as the papers were handed out, Troye leaned over to me and whispered; "good luck, Mousey"

"Right back at you, Mischief Maker" I smiled.

We began our test, the sounds of pencils on paper filled the classroom from all the students. All but one.

"Hey" Troye whispered. "hey, Connie, do you have a pencil?"

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A/N

another fic, done.

this fic was a PAIN IN MY ASS to write, but it's over now. I'm kinda sad, ngl.

anywayyyyyyyyyys.... I have a one-shot collection. read that....

ALSO keep this book in your library because if i create a new fic, i'll post something about it in here.

I love you all so so so much. BYEEEEEEEEEEE