Tronnor Fanfic-A Guy like You
TROYE POV
I sit in the middle of the classroom hoping that no one will notice me. This is my usual daily protocol. 1. Go to school. 2. Don't get noticed. 3. Go home. I don't have any friends, and I don't really need them. I used to have a really great friend. We were inseparable. And now he's gone, and I have no one. Not even my own family talks to me, now that I've told them that I'm gay. Before I came out to everyone, I had watched all the coming out videos on YouTube, so I could gain some confidence to do it myself. Every. Single. One of those videos, the person who came out to their parents had a positive outcome, and I thought that mine would too.
As the school bell rings, different people start to pile in. The groups are very cliché: the nerds and geeks all pile in with their arms full of books, and the popular kids with little to no books. They all brush past me as though I don't exist, except one. This guy's name is Connor Franta. He is one the most popular kids at this high school, and is also well-known to other high schools. He looks at me with his glistening, green eyes, as though searching for something, but quickly looks away. I can feel my face begin to get all flustered. Why would a guy like him notice a guy like me?
He slides into the seat next to me and I turn to face him with a bewildered look. He looks over at me too and gives me a brief smile and a, "hey", before turning back to talk to his friends again, leaving me to reconsider my whole life. I turn back and face the teacher.
After class is finished, it kind of flew by because I was so focused on why Connor would come and sit next to me, Connor tapped me on the shoulder, sending electrical pulses through me, causing me to jump. I turn around faster than I meant to and my vision went dark for a couple of seconds from a dizzy spell. I notice he frowns a bit and then starts to talk.
"Hi," he starts, "I don't know why but I've never seen you in class before."
He gives me an expectant look as I try to find a reason.
"Uh, yeah," I croak, "I usually try to keep to myself."
"Why's that?" He persists.
I look up into his eyes and wonder why he is still talking to me, and why he is bothering to ask me any questions. Usually he, or any of his friends, would not keep asking questions or they wouldn't have even bothered asking them in the first place.
"I don't know," I lie. I know exactly why I keep to myself.
He looks at me sideways. "I think you're lying to me."
I sigh and avert my eyes from him. "Even if I am lying, why would I just tell you, anyway?"
He smiles to himself, so quickly, it looked like a twitch. He shakes his head. "I don't know."
We stand in complete silence for a whole minute, but he finally breaks the quiet (hehe).
"I'll let you get to your friends, then," he says and I subtly roll my eyes.
"Sure," I mumble to myself.
He walks off without him letting me explain that I have no friends. Well, I'm not really upset that he walked away before I could say that, because I probably wouldn't have said it. I don't know why, but he makes me feel all sorts of things, like fear, excitement, and angst. I feel comfortable, but secretive about what I say in front of him.