❝ was i just a fucking bet connor ❞
𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, to him she's just a bet worth money for.
she should have knew not to trust him. besides who
would like the quiet girl anyways.
( oc x connor noon )
written by killwes | 2024
( previously a b no...
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━━━━━━ 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, a c noon fic chapter one: soccer
𝐭𝐡𝐞 game was starting. the other team had the ball first. it was passed to the left offender as he went down to the middle of the field and for the ball stolen from him.
tuff luck.
the people in the stands cheered as they watched it all go down. it was exciting. and the crowd was loving it.
the game went quickly as it was suddenly halftime. a break in the screams and a break for the players.
a certain brunette sat next to her friend in the stands as she watched her finally sit down as the girl had been standing all night.
she even went away from her for about half of the game as she stood with the very much intimate student section.
" aren't you cold" the brunette asked her friend as she had a blanket covering her arms as the girl who just recently sat down by her was wearing a short sleeve shirt.
" no dorothy" she told her friend. her tone laced with sarcasm.
yet even dorothy knew that the girl was just playing around with her. and that she was not cold whatsoever.
she was basically cold blooded. but not in the " mean girl" type of way.
she didn't wear pink on wednesdays.
" do you want some hot chocolate" jocelyn asked dorothy. the brunette girl nodded at her best friends words as she then got up to go get them their hot chocolate.
leaving dorothy alone.
truth was Dorothy felt out of place at a school event like this.
she wasn't popular, or social. she mostly kept to herself. her only friend being jocelyn.
but she liked it that way.
no boy ever noticed her. and she never noticed them. her face was always stuck up a book as she spent her time studying and reading.
the brunette girl looked across the field as she saw the boys soccer team in a huddle.
over on the field a certain boy stood looking at his teammates as the coach talked to them.
droplets of sweat poured from his face as he was almost a tomato looking color because of the cold air.
the boy took in all of his coaches words as they were only behind by one and wanted to win badly.
like most teams would.
" hands in" coach said.
all the boys put their hands in as one of the boys called a chant and they broke apart from each other. the game was abohr to start again.
this certain brunette boy was the complete opposite of dorothy. he was well known. popular. girls looked at him. and he looked at the girls.
what more could someone want?
connor watched as the referee blew their whistle as the game had begun again.
