𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Thirteen // Connor － . (Rem;)

Connor's P.O.V (Remade)

I make my way to school. The bell rings as soon as I get up the steps, just as I notice a familiar face. Jared's walking into the entrance, away from some guy with a red streak in his hair and army cargo pants. Basically a more popular-looking person. The popular guy looks happy. Did he pick on him, or something? 

If he fucking did he'll regret the shit out of that decision. I'll wait, though. If I'm gonna push someone down a flight of stairs, there better be a damn good reason.

~

Lunch, again. Sea of people, again. Same spot but closer to him, again. I can't stop thinking about that guy, though. What he did, why he was smiling. The topic of conversation at the table at the moment is the Halloween Dance, because of course it is. Veronica's chiming in a lot, while Michael's planning his student-uprising, and Jeremy's nodding along. They include Jared every-so-often, but they know he thinks the whole idea is stupid as fuck. I mean, who could blame him? It kind of is. 

"So, who are you all taking to the dance?" Veronica now says, loudly. She looks at Jared specifically, expectedly. "Quit that look. I'm going with Rich--" He pauses. "And Connor." Fuck, really? Wait, Rich? Who's Rich? That guy from earlier? I should ask. Or not. Or, maybe?

"Hey, who's Rich?" I nudge his arm. "Huh? You don't know him?" He straightens his glasses. "He's popular-looking, short, red streak in his hair?" My shoulders relax and unstiffen. "Oh, yeah. Uh, I think I've seen him around before." 

"No-duh, he flaunts himself everywhere he goes. Popular people shit, I wouldn't know." He smiles. And god, is it heart-melting material, but there's something else. Something I feel. Shitty? I always sort of feel that. Honestly, whenever I think of that guy-- 'Rich'-- I feel sort of, like, enraged? Wait, damn. I'm jealous. Fucking jealous. Connor, what the fuck, he said he was taking you too. Rich has to be a friend, that means. Unless, maybe, I'm the third wheel? I don't know anymore.

The more I think about it, the more I feel uneasy. So I get up, sling my bag over my shoulder, and say a quick 'goodbye' to everybody there. 

"Woah, where are you going so fast?" I stare at him. The lights reflecting off part of his glasses. I stare into it, half zoning out, then snap myself out of it. "Going to class early, I guess." Now he's getting up, and grabbing his own things. "Well then, why don't I join you? I need to turn something in early, anyways. It'd be better to go with company." Fuck. 

"Yeah, sure." I force out. We both walk out the back doors, and up a flight of stairs. Nobody's saying anything. "Art class is down here, so I'll see you around?" He shifts from one foot to another, awkwardly. "Cool, cool." He mumbles. "Hey, um, I know I might say this a lot, but are you okay? Like, your a zoning out a little bit." 

"No, um, yeah. I'm fine. I'm good." I manage to stutter out. He looks down at his shoes, then turns around, and starts walking away. "Okay. Cool. See you." I wave back, which doesn't make any sense, since he can't even see me. He's turned around. I walk into art. A few people are there, I can't recall all their names, but there were two girls and one boy. 

Of those two girls was Alana Beck. Of course I know her. We were regularly partnered up in tenth grade, with her as the brains and me and the comedic sociopath who occasionally actually helped. I wave at her, and wonder if she even sees it. She does. She walks over to me, smiling wide. 

"Hi!" She beams. "Uh, hello." She sits down next to me, tapping her pen on the top of her left hand. "How've you been?" She suddenly asks. I bring out my sketchbook, and tap the front with my nails. "Uh.. pretty good. You?" She nods. "That's nice. I'm good too." I smile at her, barely noticing the fact that my nails are tapping more aggressively on my sketchbook until she grabs my hand. "Chill." She says, smile still plastered onto her face. 

And then she walks away, leaving me confused as fuck, and wondering what the hell just happened there. 

Word Count : 795

Time : 9:38 p.m. and my hands are shaking so damn much omfg

Inspiration : still good, i rly just want to make them get together superquick, but ill wait like 4 more chapters for effect (it means thats coming soon)

P.O.V For The Next Chapter : Jared >:0