ambivalent • a tronnor au ✔️

Chapter 4

"Franta!" I heard a heavy Australian voice yell my name. Before I had time to reply, Troye had grabbed a hold of my wrist and started pulling me to the quiet area of the school. "We need to talk"

"I guess I have no choice, considering you already pulled me over here" I snarled, clearly annoyed with his actions.

"have you been spreading rumors?"

"No" I shook my head, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "i haven't said anything about you staying with me until two minutes ago when I was sitting with Tyler" I looked up to meet Troye's eyes, instantly feeling a little lost in them.

"Then how the fuck do people know ok staying with you? And how the fuck does everybody know I'm gay?" His words came out almost like a cry for help, he truly didn't know what to do or how to react.

"Troye, I don't know. I honestly have no clue." I breathed out "sorry"

He let go of my wrist in frustration "shit shit shit" he mumbled, pacing back and forth with his hands in his hair "what the fuck am I going to do?" His voice cracked, almost sounding like he was holding in genuine tears. My heart broke a little at the sound of his voice.

"Tro-"

"No!" He snapped, taking me back at the harshness in his voice "just leave me alone please" I nodded my head and made my way back to where Tyler was sitting.

"What the fu-"

"I don't know" I responded, clearly knowing what he was going to say.

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Troye avoided me all day, which was extremely frustrating because I wanted to at least try to befriend him again.

Slowly but surely, the final hour of the day approached and I was ecstatic. As I made my way to the seat, I couldn't help but notice Troye wasn't there.

Where was he? He was late in friday, but it's not like him to be late 2 times in a row. Honestly, I was genuinely worried about him, but I decided to shrug it off at take out my favorite pencil ( #Penelopethepencil )

"alright, please get in your seats as I take attendance. Class will begin shortly" I took that as my queue to take out my phone and scroll through tumblr. "No Troye today?" The teacher asked with a bit of curiosity in her voice.

"I'm right here!" Troye yelled, running through the doorway, Caspar Lee not following far behind.

"Looks like gay boy has been getting busy" the girl next to me yelled out to the class room.

"Look! Even his lip is swollen!" Another girl chimed in, making matters worse. I balled my fist under the table, trying to hold back my anger and yelp something like 'shut the fuck up'

So I just bit my tongue.

"Class, settle down!" The teacher yelled across the room. immediately, everybody shut up and continued conversing amongst themselves.

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After arriving home, Troye and I made our way upstairs to my room. Neither of us have spoken a word to each other since earlier.

Now since we're alone, I could actually get a good glimpse at Troyes lip, seeing that it actually was swollen, I started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" He asked, curious for my random outburst.

"How was it?" I giggled, holding in as much laughter as possible "you know, kissing Caspar and all"

My words made him clench his fist to the point where his knuckles became white. He fixed his gaze on me and walked towards me, making me hit my bed and fall over on top of it.

"I didn't fucking kiss him, alright?" he said, his voice getting sturdier and angered with every second passing.

"Well if you didn't kiss him, then why is your lip swollen? Hmm?" now I was just pushing his buttons, trying to make him mad. Why? I don't know.

But to my surprise, his gaze lightened and he took a step back. "It's nothing" he muttered.

"Nothing? Yeah rig-"

"I fucking said its nothing. So it's fucking nothing. Got it Franta?" He snapped.

He's obviously hiding something from me and I'm going to find out what. To say I'm curious is an obvious understatement; what if he was getting hurt? What if he was kissing Caspar? The questions were never ending and the possibilities were endless.

I was going to find out what was going on with Troye. I'm sure of it.

"Okay I'm sorry" I muttered, lifting myself off my bed. I got a hum in response, but I wanted to continue this conversation. "Troye?"

"The Hell do you want now?" His voice had serious annoyance in it.

"You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" I probably sounded like a complete idiot, considering Troye absolutely hates my guts.

"Erm... thanks I guess"

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Respect is something that is hard to earn; yet it's so easily taken away. There's no doubt in my mind that I had some sort of respect for Troye.

Here's the thing about Troye: he's different.

Sometimes I can't help but feel bad for him. Ever since our falling out in elementary school, neither of us had any friends. But as the years went on and we got older, I acquired several friends. Amazing friends might I add, and I couldn't be more thankful. Troye, however, acquired no friends. He's friendless to say the least. I feel like it's my duty, my responsibility to change that.

I love Troye as a person (no not in the romantic way) and I feel he deserves friends.

Whether that means he befriends me (which I hope he will, I would love to have him as a friend again), or he gains a new friend without the school.

He's a great human being and he deserves to have great friends.

But it's not going to be so easy if he keeps on being a prick about talking to me.

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*cries at the length of this chapter & at Troyes Instagram picture* - C