6. What's Your Damage, Heather?

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Connor and I head to English together, me sticking close to his side, as much for his protection as mine. A few girls whisper as we pass, giggling like a flock of fucking Canadian geese. More heads turn as we shuffle down the hall.

"What the fuck?" I mutter to Connor. He leans down to hear me, tall as he is, "Why're they staring at us like we just robbed a fucking bank?"

"I don't... didn't have friends." Connor explains, rubbing the back of his neck. A bulky kid saunters by, doing that thing where you cough but you put a word in the middle of it, so it doesn't really sound like a cough. (idk if i explained that but y'know the *cough* bitch *cough* thing?)

"Freak" That was the word he chose, which was one of the most unique and original insults that I'd ever fucking heard.

"Hey!" I pull away from Connor to shout at the kid, "What's your damage, asshat?" His eyes widen, as if he hadn't been expecting me to stand up for Connor. 

"Whatever," He mutters, pulling a face. I clench my fists, fighting the urge to not knock his teeth out right here and now. He's lucky I chose not to.

"Fuck off." I spit, turning around and grabbing Connor by the arm to drag him away.

Connor's POV

As Y/n grabs my arm to pull me away, blush washes over my face, even though I don't have a single fucking clue why.

"You didn't-" I start to say to her but she interrupts.

"Shut up. Yes I did." She links her arm fully through mine and leans slightly on my shoulder, "He's a dick. Well, I mean, he clearly doesn't have a dick, so maybe he's like, a bitch, or something." I let out a breathy laugh. She looks up at me and grins, making me blush again. Fuck.

"You're really pretty." I blurt out before I can stop myself. "Fuck." I immediately say after that, pulling my arm from hers, why the fuck did I say that? "I shouldn-"

"It's okay," She have laughs, "You're just stating the obvious." I take a step back, unsure, panic filling me to the brim. "I'm kidding." She punches my lightly in the arm, linking it back with hers, "We both know you're the pretty one here." And with that, we go to class.

A/N:

that was fucking short. I hope you liked it tho :) writing is shit, like always, but uhm. Vote. because if you don't I'll chop off all of Connor's floofy hair >:)

ok bye ily

-Vale

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