C O N N O R
For the rest of lunch, Troye was silent. He went to sit next to me, ever so often wiping a tear from his cheeks or getting irritated because of questions we asked him. We decided to let him be for that moment. Surely this was something bad, and if he didn't want to talk about it, we should respect that.
When lunch ended, I practically dragged him along to chemistry. The other guys didn't have the same class as we did, except for Kian, but he had called in sick today, so it was just me and Troye. Honestly, I was really happy he moved here. It meant I didn't have any classes without real friends. Sure, I had always had people to sit next to, to chat with, to laugh with, but I couldn't really call them my friends. And I felt like, in those 1.5 weeks I had gotten to know him, I could call the Australian boy my friend. Maybe even more if you take feeling into account. Maybe.
"Troye, are you sure you're okay enough to follow class?" I silently whispered as the boy was staring straight ahead, probably not hearing a word the teacher was saying.
"Mr Franta. There'll be no talking in my class when I'm lecturing. Understood?" Mr Miller was annoyed, as usual.
"I'm sorry sir. I was just asking Troye if he's feeling well a-"
"I don't care, Franta. No talking in my class." I flinched back and muttered an okay. The man walked towards my table and stood still in front of me and Troye.
"And. There. Will. Be. No. Exceptions." With each word he said a drop of spit landed on my table.
"And if mister Mellet isn't feeling well, he should go to the school nurse, not turn to you." He raised his eyebrows at the boy next to me, who didn't look up at him at all. The boy just kept on staring ahead, eyes hollow.
"Franta. Take the boy home. It doesn't look like he has the ability to pay attention this hour. And since you're talking, I want you removed from the class also. " He turned with that, and I slowly wiped the spit from my table and packed my stuff.
"Troye. Come on, get your stuff." I whispered to the boy who was still staring ahead. I shook my head and decided to pack his stuff and stood up. The chairs made a high scraping sound- and everyone turned around to look as I dragged Troye by his arm and outside the classroom.
"Troye, come on. Snap out of it!" I hissed when we walked towards the lockers. He looked dazed but finally seemed to focus on one thing.
"Sorry," he muttered, casting his eyes down again. I swear I could see anger beneath the layer of sadness, but I didn't want to bother him too much.
We got our stuff from our lockers, and walked out into the cold. Troye seemed reluctant to walk outside, and I only understood why when- after walking for not even two minutes- a couple of crying, hysterical girl ran up to Troye, asking him to please take a picture with them because they drove two hours to get here. He shoved them off with a 'no' and kept on walking. It was entirely different from the encounter last week and to be frank, it confused me.
I decide to keep close to him and steer him to my home. The fact that there were people following us made this quite hard though, so I decided to call my mom to pick us up.
"Hi mom, how are you?"
"I'm good Con. Are you calling in class?"
"No, I'm walking Troye home because he wasn't feeling to good but there's people following us and could you please pick us up? We're in Ricky's street."
It was silent on the other half of the phone and I realised I hadn't told her about Troye and that she was probably really confused right now. For which I, to be honest, couldn't really blame her.
"Err, okay. I'll see you in about ten minutes." She directly hung up and I silently thanked her for not questioning me.
The expression of the blue eyed boy had turned to chagrin and sadness, and all I wanted to do in that moment was to hug him. To shower him in compliment and tell him everything was going to be okay and it couldn't possibly be that bad. Right?
"Con?" He sounded almost hopeless and I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him and pull him into a hug. The girls that were following us clearly kept up with our pace, as I could hear several phone cameras snap pictures and heard them all gushing and screaming and crying.
"Ohmygod is that Troye's boyfriend?!!!" I heard one girl exclaim and I froze for a moment. Luckily, my mom arrived soon after, and Troye and I jumped into the back of the car. My mom raised her eyebrows at me, but I ushered here to drive.
Troye was silent.
When we went up to my room I saw my mother press her lips together and clearly fight the urge to ask what the hell was happening. I understood. I didn't even know myself.
Troye was silent for another ten minutes. He was sitting on my bed, staring straight ahead. I got us something to drink, something to eat.
I finally dared to ask him what the phone call had been about. The Australian boy swallowed once and looked up at me. We were sitting cross legged on my bed, facing each other.
"Well... D- do you remember that thing with Caspar? The lyrics?" I nodded, though I had no idea what it had to do with the phone call.
"And last week- that girl I took a picture with, you remember that?" I again nodded, no idea where this was going.
"Now, two things have happened and Emma, who's my manager, pointed them out to me. And I- I really- I just... Argh!" In his frustration, the boy grabbed at his hair with his hands while turning his head towards the ceiling.
"BasicallytheygotoutandnoweveryoneknowswhereIliveandtheyhavesuspicionsaboutmusicandthatwasn'tsupposedtoberevealedand–" he rambled, and because the blue eyed boy was really frustrated, I found it hard to make sense of the words flowing out of his mouth. I decide that I couldn't take it any longer, and pulled the boy into a hug. He started sobbing and I silently stroked his back.
"Ssssh... Troye. It's gonna be okay. Everything'll be fine." I whispered into his ear, while slowly rubbing his back and ever so often running a hand through his hair. It was peaceful, really. My shoulder was slowly getting wet with tears, but I couldn't care any less. The only thing I cared about now wasn't even a thing; it was a person. It was the boy sobbing into my shoulder, the Australian boy with captivating blue eyes and a mellifluous voice. It was the boy I cared about more than I ever thought you could care about someone after knowing them for barely two weeks.
"It'll be alright Troye-boy," I murmured, "It'll be alright."
He stopped crying after what felt like hours- the sound of him sobbing was heartbreaking- but was probably just a couple minutes. He wiped his eyes, which were now puffy and red. I couldn't help but think he still looked beautiful. Even after crying, after being angry and frustrated, he still looked beautiful, and I was shocked for a moment after realising that.
His phone rung then, but he didn't bother picking it up. He took a deep breath and began talking to me. He told me it was a secret, that I shouldn't tell this to anyone. He told me about him working on an EP. He told me that only his family and best friends at home knew. That not even his best internet and youtube friends knew. He told me to swear on my life not to tell anyone. I promised him to. I promised him that I wouldn't even tell someone if they were threatening me. And I was so stunned with what he had told me. This boy here, this boy sitting in front of me was writing an EP. He had a contract with a freaking label, a manager, and songwriters he wrote with. I couldn't help but feel impressed- and maybe even slightly intimidated.
And it was in that moment that I realised that- no matter how much I had tried to deny it the past week and half- I was crushing on him. And that I would probably fall. Hard.
Hi. So. I'm really sorry this is so crappy and UGHHHHHHH. Also, I'm feeling sick. But you know that moment when you're like, feeling sick but not sick enough to stay at home and skip school because you'd feel weak and as if you gave in way too soon? That's me right now. But fall vacation starts this Saturday and tomorrow I have a test and I need to rent a book and take paper with me from school and Saturday I should finally go to the stables after not being able to the past two weeks and I also won't be able to go the 22nd because of track. And the 5th,12th,19th of November I also can't because school and studies stuff. And honestly, I got really sad when yesterday, at training, I didn't have like, energy? I always have energy? But I didn't Wednesday and it sucked. Ha yay that was a small life update. How are ya guys?
I'm saying this again and again, but thanks so, so, so much for reading this. I love you all for reading this and making my day a little better when I reach a certain amount of reads or get a comment or vote because those things really get me exited! I hope you're not disappointed with this shitty chapter. I promise the next'll be better! ILY!