Hey, Jude! (JudexConnor)

Chapter Three

IMPORTANT: For many reasons that I am doing this, I am changing Brady's name to Dustin. There is a perfectly good reason why I am doing this, and it has to do with character. Brady does not exist anymore. To all of my new readers who never knew Brady, ignore this. Again, sorry for any inconvenience! 

Connor

Jude and I really did study, but after were done studying, he stayed and we just talked for hours. He told me all of his stories he has never told before. This boy really has been through a lot, and that's only one of the many reasons I love him.

I have never actually told him I loved him, because I can't bring myself to say it. We are really early in our relationship, so I don't want to go too fast. When I was dating Daria, she wanted to have sex with me one week into our relationship. Jude and I have been dating for a whole month, and we haven't kissed for longer than five seconds at a time. Jude is the kind of person who wants to take it slow, and I am totally fine with that. We are really young anyways, we shouldn't be having sex. Isn't it illegal for minors to have sex? I would hope it was.

"So, Connor. I have told you everything I have to tell. You tell me something," Jude smiled, grasping my hand. He had a very strong grip. I thought about what I could tell him.

"One time, I scored the winning run for my baseball team, it was a really good day. You should come to one of my games!" I suggested. He frowned a little bit.

"That's awesome that you scored the winning run, but do you think your dad would let me?"

I felt bad when Jude said that. He felt like their was barrier between what we could and couldn't do. I mean, he obviously wasn't suppose to be at my house, but my father can't stop us from seeing each other.

"He'll have to suck it up, you should come! I'll introduce you to the team and everything," I smiled.

"When will you be able to play again? You know, with the big cast anchoring your foot?" Jude asked me. I forgot about that.

"Not sure, maybe you and I could go and support the team on Saturday! Can you come?" I really hoped he could. I would love to introduce him to the team.

"I will ask. Brace yourself, I might not know what's happening like, throughout the entire game." He laughed.

"Don't you worry, I'll help you." I patted him on the back. It was getting pretty late. "What time is it?" I asked him.

"Seven thirty, my curfew is coming up. I think I'm going to go now, I had fun tonight Con!" Jude said getting up. I got up too. He kissed me on the cheek, and headed for the door.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" I asked him.

"You should probably stay here. I don't want you to walk around too much and then hurt yourself," Jude told me. I understood him. I kissed his forehead, and he left. My dad would be home soon, so I decided to watch some television before he cut it off. I was still punished for sneaking out, and my punishment was no television after eight o'clock for a month, which I guess was fair.

Jude

I was walking home when I noticed someone walking my way. I got kind of scared because they were speed walking, I stopped tried to make-out who it was. As they got closer, I realized that it was the boy from today, Dustin.

"Um, hi, again," I said.

"Hey, Jude," he blushed. That's what Connor always said to me, it made me feel uncomfortable when this kid said it. "What are you doing out here?" he asked me like it was some odd thing.

"I'm just walking home from Connor's house," I said. He seemed surprised.

"Connor? Connor Stevens?" He asked me. For some reason, he sounded jealous. Should I just come out and say he was my boyfriend? It was the right thing to do, Connor would want me to tell him.

"He's my boyfriend." I said proudly. Those were the exact words I said when I came out to my sister, Callie. His eyes widened, then she shook his head to clear his thought. "Is there something wrong with that?" I asked him. I was offended because of the facial expressions he was giving.

"No, no! Not at all. I-I didn't know that he was gay, that's all." Man, this kid is really good at offending me.

"Never said he was gay," I replied. 

"Then is he straight? What is he? He has to be something," he told me. Wow, he was on a role!

"No he doesn't. He doesn't have to be anything, he's just Connor. He never changed. I will happen to let you know that he is gay, but I don't like that you automatically assumed that. You can forget hanging out," I said. I started to walk home, but he chased after me. Give it a rest, I thought.

"Wait, Jude, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, it's just, I have known Connor since kindergarten. He has always liked girls... There was this one girl, Rosie, that he had a crush on for like, two years. Then there was Riley, then Maddie, then he dated Daria, and I guess I never thought about it. I'm sorry again," he said walking away. Well, that kind of stabbed me in the heart. I never liked girls.

"It's okay, I was kind of harsh," I chuckled. "We can still hang out sometime, but I can't on Saturday." 

"Me neither, Sunday?" I suggested. 

"Sounds good," he smiled and went his way. I still wondered why I am hanging out with this kid. It is probably because I haven't had a friend since... well... Connor. He can't be my only friend, and boyfriend at the same time. I think it will be good for me, and Connor probably won't mind. He has guy friends as well. 

I finally got home right at eight o'clock. I walked in and everyone was already eating dinner. I wondered why they were eating so late, maybe they were waiting for me?

"Hi bubba," Lena said. "Did you have dinner at Connor's?" 

"No," I replied. 

"Yeah, but did you have and particular snacks?" Jesus smirked. He really knew how to make my face go red.

"Actually, no," I smiled back at him. He stuck his tongue out at me and smiled. 

"Well, Jude, we have leftovers in the fridge. You can heat it up in the microwave. We thought you were going to eat over there," Stef told me.

"Thanks," I said, getting them out of the fridge. My family continued their weird conversation they were having before I walked in. 

"What's the deal with cooking shows? I will never understand why they cook on television. I can't smell it. Can't eat it. Can't taste it. Then at the end of the show, they hold it up to the camera, 'Well, here it is. You can't have any. Thanks for watching. Goodbye.'" Brandon complained. Lena started to laugh.

"Who are you? Jerry Seinfeld?" 

"At first, I thought that was pretty funny, but then I realized you copied Jerry Seinfeld word for word. Kudos for trying," Mariana chuckled.