Once upon a Fuck you

Chapter 12, I swear I'm not a psychopath

It's quiet as I'm driven home like a fucking kid that had to be picked up from a sleepover because they got scared.

Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for Connor coming to get me and I'm not mad at him at all.

I'm just mad at the situation. My dad kept me home until the trains stopped riding, because he thought I wouldn't have any friends to pick me up. I don't have enough money on my account to pay for such a long ride with a taxi.

And I'm mad for having to be vulnerable with my friends. I guess it isn't bad to be vulnerable or something but for me it just feels so wrong. Every time I try, alarm bells go off in my head and everything is screaming at me to stop. To make a joke out of everything. And so I do.

I look down at the car seat to see it drenched from my wet clothes. I gasp lightly and try to wipe it off. 'Fuck, I'm so sorry about you car seat. It's all wet.'

'Melanie?' Connor's voice rings out into the chaos inside my head.

I look up at him and he frowns. 'Do you really think I care more about my car seats than you?' His face is serious.

'Yes' I stare back at him in the rearview mirror.

He shakes his head and his eyes return to the road. 'Love, it's okay. Just relax, please?' 

A weird warm feeling settles in the pit of my stomach like every time he calls me nicknames. It kind of hurts to be honest.

I huff and stop trying to fix the mess I made. 

It's quiet for a few minutes before Connor speaks up. 'Do you want to tell me what happened?' He asks softly.

I swallow thickly as I knew this question would come. 'It's nothing. It's just a small cut.' I force a smile on my lips.

'That's not what I asked. I asked if you are okay with telling me what happened.' He says calmly and his pretty gray eyes flash from the road to me and back.

I drop my fake smile because I know he sees straight through it. He does every time.

I look down at my lap and shake my head quietly.  

'That's okay.' He says softly and that's when I notice we are already in the parking lot.

He steps out and I open my door. I get out and Connor closes the door for me. I wrap my hands around my arms and I scan the yard.

It's completely empty. It's dark now too, the moon shining bright. I love the moon.

I tense up slightly when I feel Connor's hand wrap around my waist but I relax soon after. We start walking and I look up at him. He looks down and flashes me a gorgeous smile along with his dimples.

Even when it is completely dark he looks incredible. Does the guy ever take a break? Damn it.

I feel his fingers start drawing circles on my waist. 

Just like he did that morning to my stomach-

I know he wants to get some kind of reaction out of me, or merely just distract me, but I keep my eyes on his and my face straight.

His eyebrows raise and a lazy grin creeps up his face. I tilt my head, as if to dare him to go further.

He responds by pulling me even closer and wrapping his arm around me further and tighter. 

We stop at the entrance of the dorm building and I stand in front of him. Or- more like, pressed up against him.

The rain softly falls down on us and it is like his pretty gray eyes are shining.