It's Crazy What A Little Love Can Do (on hold)

Chapter 20|| CONNOR!!

By the next day, Connor had told all of the guys. Their reactions were similar to my own, apart from the whole ‘but you were dating me’ phase. Walking into school, I was followed by many, MANY judgemental stares. My hair fell across my red face when I slumped my shoulders forwards. My pace quickened in hope of getting to my locker faster.

“Oh thank God Britney,” I whispered as I caught a glimpse of her standing next to my locker. I ran and wrapped my arms around her slender frame.

“What’s going on? Why is everyone staring at me?” I bombarded her with questions.

“Well, word about you and Connor may or may not have gotten out and they all think that he dumped you because you weren’t good enough,” My blood boiled.
“What’s Connor saying?”

“He’s denying as much as he can but no one’s listening,”

“Where is he?” I asked turned around looking for him. Poor Connor.

“Don’t do something you’ll regret,” She pulled my arm and I spun to face her.
“I won’t,”
“He’s in ‘that’ classroom,” The one Trevor…

“Okay, thank-you,” I took off towards the art classroom.

“Hello,whore,”

“Nice to see you too Quinn now can you please move?”

“I heard Connor dumped you for a hot L.A. chick,” She said, completely oblivious to my question.

“That’s great, now move,” I said firmly.

“I saw them out the back of the school-”

“Congratulations now move!” I was losing my patience very quickly with her.

“Don’t be so rude!” She replied. I pushed her out of the way and headed towards that horrific classroom. Bursting through the doors I see Connor sitting in the corner, his face buried in his knees.

“Connor?” He looked up. His green eyes were red and puffy, “What happened?” I noticed bruising behind the redness. A cut lay on his upper lip. His left cheek was a lot redder than his right.

“Gabby?”
“I’m here Connor: what on earth happened?” The memory must have been awful as his eyes started to tear up again.

“Th-th-they found out,” Oh.

“I’m so sorry Connor,”
“They beat me so hard,” He stuttered. By now I had seated myself beside him on the floor with my arms around his shoulders. The obnoxious bell rang once again.
“Hey,” Britney stood at the door.
“Hey,” I replied and she came in and sat on the other side of Connor.

“Is there a class in here soon?” I asked Britney.
“No; this classroom is pretty much abandoned since Trevor’s…incident,”