Forgotten Yours

Love Triangle

"Where are you sneaking off too?" Connor asked catching me off guard.

He was standing outside the class building entrance and I almost ran into him not noticing him before. Or maybe he's been there but I didn't notice because I was busy trying to get to class. My palms got sweaty and my heart started beating.

"Class?" I answered. When honestly I looked like I just came from class holding my two calculus books and half completed religion essay.

This would be a perfect time for me to apologize to him about leaving that night. But for some reason, I couldn't do it. There wasn't any hot water left back inside the gym so I had ran back to the dorms and took a shower. I didn't want to draw more attention to me leaving last night then I needed too. Especially when Damon just made me feel so pathetic. I just wanted to pass Connor and get along with my day before I embarrass myself more.

Except, the longer he gazed at me, the less important class seemed to be. And the less my heart stung about Damon. How can one look from Connor do all that?

With his clear complexion and dark hair, he was really good looking. He exuded confidence and not just by knowing everyone. Right now, standing out here, he looked like an old black and white photograph, with his red shade as the only color.

"Class,eh?' he said yawning.

He was blocking the entrance with a sly smirk on his face and I started wondering what crazy idea he was coming up with. He was carrying his black book bag and a coffee cup in one hand. Straightening up, he pulled out his ipod and shut it off. The playful smile still present. He skimmed off the top of his cup and holding up his index finger he said,

"Allow me to tell you my motto, better never then late," he joked his blue eyes gleaming.

"Wow, some motto," he laughed.

"Yeah, I know right. So, I missed my breakfast. Wanna join?" he asked me pulling a donut bag from his book bag.

I nodded and he grabbed my wrist leading me across the tall grass, past the library, and the dorms. At the gates to the cemetery, he stopped.

"I know this is a creepy spot to chill, but I like the quietness," he explained, "Sometimes I can't breathe around everyone in there."

I could relate to that. I felt exposed all the time I walked in this place. Looking ahead of us, I noticed all the statues again and I looked up to Connor.

"Just promise you'll save me from any crumbling statues," I joked.

"No," he said in a serious tone, "That won't happen again."

My eyes went to the spot where the angel statue had once stood. Now all that was left was a indent in the dirt from its weight. Connor shook his head and tugged me along. We stepped over patches of weeds and each time Connor helped me over mounds of god knows what. Without watching where I was going, I bumped into a statue head.

"I've always liked that one," Connor said.

I read the inscription as Connor came over to it. Maybe he liked it because it was the only clean one here. I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, I just like how the headstone explains his death. Honest, you know," Connor shrugged.

I looked away, I knew all too well with the words on Luke's stone.

"Think of how cool this would be if every statue had a detail of how they died. How do you think she died?" he asked me pointing to a little statue near a willow.