Furtive | Tronnor

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As Mr Chapman ended the psychology lesson and asked the students to collect their supplies together, Troye turned his attention towards Connor. He was already packing his books away, a concentrated expression beneath his glasses as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

"So," Troye stated, leaning on his desk as he began to speak. "how is this project going to work?"

"I can do it all if you want." Connor shrugged, a cautious look in his eye when he noticed the pent-up emotion on Troye's face. "Really, I don't mind."

"Are you kidding me? I'm not making you do all the work."

Connor quirked his brow, his demeanour obviously thrown. "It hasn't stopped you doing it with other people in the past though?"

"Yeah well, I've changed. I'm changing." Troye smiled, baring his teeth as Connor shook his head softly.

"I don't believe that for a second." His tone was barely above a whisper as his sight set to the floor, not daring to look Troye in the eye.

The taller of the two tipped his head, confusion setting over him before he delivered an answer, an ultimatum almost.

"I can prove it, you know."

Connor glanced back up, his lips parted but not daring to speak.

"I can do a good job on the project." Troye pushed himself up from the desk and walked forward, closing the distance between the both of them. "I swear Connor. I'm willing to try."

Connor froze, eyes wide as Troye towered over him with an amused grin.

"The way I see it, my grades could do with a boost right now. After all, if I want to get by with life then I have to at least show I can work well in subjects other than music or drama. Besides, if you help me out, then I can help you."

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that? Helping me out?"

Troye chuckled lowly, failing to notice the way Connor's body tensed up.

"Think about it; you working with a trouble maker like me and turning me into some sort of success story? Teachers eat that shit right out of our hands. If you can make me seem good, I can make you look even better than everyone already sees you as being."

Troye smirked when he realised that Connor was giving the choice some consideration.

"Wouldn't that look nice on a college application? Aided a problematic student, has a willingness to put others before himself, is compassionate and eager to help anyone in need?"

It took him a while but Connor eventually nodded in agreement, and Troye swore he saw a small smile gracing his lips.

"So that's a yes?"

"It's more like an agreement." Connor told him, biting onto his bottom lip as if he was still uncertain but nodded again nonetheless.

"Well." Troye said, almost barely above a whisper as he placed his hand onto the other boys broad shoulder. "I'm glad we can agree on something, Connor."

"Yeah. Sa-same." Connor managed to stumble out, the touch on his shoulder sending him into a nervous frenzy.

He almost lost himself completely before the bell rang, with Troye not even having the opportunity to say goodbye as he saw him rush out of the classroom. The grip on his bag pack was tighter as he practically flew out of the door, his presence physically shaken.

Troye simpered to himself when Connor had left, though he couldn't help but wonder why Connor had become so flustered over something so insignificant. It's not like Troye had come across as extremely intimidating after all.