Hey, Jude! (JudexConnor)

Chapter One

Jude

When I first arrived at Anchor Beach Charter School, I never thought I would make any friends; I never ever would have even considered the idea of having a boyfriend. I was never good at making friends, most of the kids always avoided me because I was "weird." Not until I met Connor.

Connor was the only kid (except my family of course) that excepted me for who I was. He didn't care that I was never mean, he didn't care that I wasn't big in sports, and he didn't care that I sometimes liked to wear blue nail polish. He liked me for me, and that's why I liked him.

When I arrived at Anchor Beach was when I started questioning my sexuality. What can I say, I really did like Connor, but not like that. Not at all. As we became closer, I started having these odd feelings, the feelings a boy is suppose to have for a girl. At least that is what society says. It was extremely helpful having two gay parents, because they can help you out with these kind of things through experience. They told me that it could be just a phase, or it was all just jealousy because Connor was starting to like girls, but I don't think that was it.

I knew that I really did like Connor when he got this new girlfriend named Daria. They literally got together within five minutes. Taylor was in my position, being left by her best friend for her new boyfriend. She called it "being sexiled."

When Daria and Connor were dating, Connor started to flirt with me, and let me tell you I have never been more confused in my life. He had a girlfriend, but he maybe liked me? Okay.

I finally knew that he really did like me when he kissed me in my bedroom, I mean why else would he kiss me? Out of hatred? He also kissed me in a tent on a school camping trip, but he told me he regretted it the day after, so I just assumed he was experimenting.

Connor never actually admitted that he liked me, until just a couple days ago in the hospital room. It was the first time I had seen him since he was shot, and it was so good. The night Connor got shot was probably one of the most scariest nights of my life. At that point I knew I had fallen for him, and to have him taken away from me would have broken me. That night I just held him until help arrived, whispering "it will be okay, I promise."

Now, the boy that I had loved for all of this time is my boyfriend, and I couldn't be happier. I never would have guessed that Connor was gay when I first met him, I mean, he didn't even know it. I didn't know I was either but now here is, next to me, smiling, and holding my hand. Like I said, I couldn't be any happier.

"Jude?" Connor asked. I guess I had zoned out, because when I looked at him, his eyebrows were furrowed.

"Yeah?"

"I told Daria." he said. My eyes widened.

"Really? How did she react?" I asked. I told Connor that we shouldn't tell a lot of people. I agreed that he should tell Daria because he broke up with her on the spot to be with me. The only reason he dated Daria was to be around me, because if his father knew he had a girlfriend, he wouldn't mind if Connor and I hung out. I will get into Mr. Stevens later.

"Well, she understood, I guess. She was obviously mad, for me lying, of course. But she understood." I always knew Daria would support Connor. "I feel really bad, though. I shouldn't have played her like that. What should I do?"

"It's good she's being cool. I mean, I don't know. Nothing. Just apologize," I told him. He nodded, and pulled out his phone and dialed her number. Technology. What would you do without it?

I looked out at the beach, and watched a particular couple running around, holding hands, and having a good time. Hint that this couple was straight, so they could get away with it. Society has taught all of us that if you are both male, or both female, you can't love each other. That it is sin. I shouldn't care, and I should just block out of the people who are offended, but I don't want to hurt Connor. If people found out that Connor liked me, then he would get bullied, and I can't let that happen to him. I see someone coming, and quickly take my hand out of his.

"You okay?" Connor saw that there was someone walking by. "Jude, that was a grown woman, I highly doubt she cares." he said. He was right. I shouldn't be scared like this.

"Sorry. Did she text you back?"

"Not yet."

I felt bad for taking my hand out of his, so I took his hand in mine again and intertwined our fingers. I looked over at him, and I could see him smiling a toothless grin. I'll admit it, I really did love him. I just can't tell him that - we have literally only been together for like a week. Connor Stevens is my boyfriend? What kind of dimension is this?

"Hey, Connor?" I asked him. He looked down at me with his hazel eyes. They were so pretty, I could stare at them all day if I could.

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering... would you like to go on a date with me?"

He immediately perked up.

"Um... Let me think about it," he said. Well... okay then. "I'm only kidding! Of course I will go on a date with you. Nothing too wild, though. I have this big anchor on my leg," he said pointing at his boot. I almost forgot. Connor has to wear this boot around for awhile so his foot could heal from the shot. I felt bad for him, it must be a pain to drag around.

"Okay... How about we do something that, oh I just had a great idea! We should do something that isn't too wild." He laughed and playfully punched me in the shoulder. I grinned.

"That narrows it all down, Jude."

"I know. But seriously, how about we just go the beach, like, at night." I recommended.

"At night? Wink, wink," he smirked.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously seems to be your word of the day. But yeah, that sounds fun. When?"

"How about tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yeah, okay. I'll call you. I have to get home, my dad says I have to do my homework. What even is homework?" Connor said.

"Congratulations! You just got accepted into Harvard University." I joked.

"Nice," he said. He hugged me, and left to go back home.

We do this everyday after school, just sit on the bench and talk. That is a good enough date for me.

I start to walk home, but something stops me in my tracks.