so high school -connor noon

014 emails i cant send

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HOTEL ROOM; 9:42pm

I was in my hotel room after the premiere. A lot had happened that night, one of which was Brady and Sabrina being rumored to be dating. The idea of that made me feel uncomfortable? I mean they had always been best friends and really close who knows if one day they would just switch up and realise they have feeling for each other. But why should I care it not like I like her or anything.

I just have to get her interested enough for her to say yes to being my date to prom and then I'd never have to speak about this again. Simple right? But why do I feel so guilty..

A knock at the door,pulls me away from my thoughts. I got up to answer it. I swung open the door to see Sabrina already dressed in her pjs,holding a folder.

"If you think just because your on 'vacation' means you don't have to do any work. You're wrong." She shoves the folder into my chest, walking past me into the room. I shut the door following after her as I skim through the contents of the folder.

"There's like 30 questions in here?!" I complain as I scanned over the papers.

"And an hour to complete it. You just took up 5. Chop chop, Connie baby," She ushers. I roll my eyes,flopping onto the bed,next to her.

"Wouldn't you rather spend an hour doing something else?" I flirtatiously suggest, as a joke.

"Mhm like what?"She whispers, leaning in closer. Holy shit. My eyes flicker down to her lips before she moves back flicking my forehead. "Do your work." She rolls her eyes.

I turn my gaze to the papers before me not even sparring a minute before complaining again.

"You know I'll be a better student and do this actually right if I get some fresh air," I make up an excuse.

"Fresh air?" She asks unamused at my lame excuse. Still, I didn't let up as I nod.

"I'll open a window," She gets up from her spot on the bed. She stops in tracks when she realises there are no windows. I give her a look that shows we should just go outside.

She sighs,"You promise you will focus?"

"I promise. Scouts honor," I salute. She tried to hide the smile on her face but she wasn't slick.

We walk out of the hotel room as we headed downstairs to the other levels. We decided to roam around the hotel as we realised we hadn't been to anywhere else in this hotel except for the reception and our rooms. We walk side by side, talking as we explore the hotel.

"I'm sorry he what?!" She laughs as I tell her a story about Brady from our childhood.

"Yeah he wanted to propose to her and got me to switch places with him the next day because he changed his mind," I repeat as she laughs harder. She wipes away the tears that formed when she was laughing as her laugh slowly fades.

"Anyway, you're song, the one that was nominated. Which is it?" I ask, so there wasn't any awkward silence where none of us knew what to talk about.

"Emails I can't send," She replies. I don't think i've ever heard that one.

We walk and I see from a far a piano in the lobby.

"You know I don't think I've ever heard that one," I say as we walk to where the piano was. "Wanna play it for me?" I gesture to the grand piano.

"Sure, why not," She rolls her eyes playfully.

She takes a seat on the bench familiarising herself with the keys. I lean on the edge of the piano across from her, watching intently.

play emails i can't send by sabrina carpenter here if your listening along!

She starts the melody her fingers pressing the keys perfectly in coordination.

"It's times like these I wish I had a time machine. So I could see what you did October 13. At 10:15, were you really asleep? Were you lying to me and the family?" She starts the song. She sounds as gorgeous as she looks. I honestly feel like I could listen to her sing for hours.

"There's no us when I'm lacking trust. You wanna discuss,ugh, you disgust me. Don't make me cuss you out. Why'd you let me down? Don't say sorry now," I can tell that this song had a lot of meaning by how full of emotion her voice was.

"And thanks to you I cant love right. I get nice  guys and villanize them, read their texts like they're having sex right now.Scared that i'll find out that it's true."

She picks up the pace of the keys she was playing, " And if I do, then I blame you for every worse that I assume. When I'm 45, someone calls me their wife and he fucks our lives in one selfish night. Don't think I'll find forgiveness as fast as dad did. And, God, I love you but your such a dipshit." Her voice cracks slightly. "Please fucking fix this..." She crooned as the melody fades.

I continue looking at her in awe as she finishes. She blushes, turning her head to the side.

"So? Don't just stand there looking at me. Does the song live up to your standards for Song of the year?" She chuckles.

"Oh definitely," I assure her genuinely.

"Honestly I'm happy that out of all my songs this was the one that was nominated," She says.

"Why?" I ask, curious.

"Well, cos it means a lot to me. It's about my mom..." She fidgets with her fingers trailing off.

"I'm sorry, Bri. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," I tell her, feeling guilty.

"No no it's alright. Basically it's about my Mom cheating on my Dad and how she's basically given me trust issues with guys. How I'm scared that could happen to me because if it happened to my parents what are the chances that it happens to me too."

"Anyone who would do that is stupid. You're gorgeous," I say. That was true she undeniably is gorgeous and sweet. Which makes me feel really guilty for being in that bet with Ethan.

Her cheeks turn pink as she tries to hide it. She laughs it off, grabbing my hand as we walk around more. I think she forgot about the assignments. Thank god

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what's connie gg to do be an asshole and continue or call it off??