The next week had been amazing for Connor. Yet horrible. Though Connors logic sucked and he though Brad was the worst thing that could happen to him he still found himself around the curley-haired bog every chance he got.
"Since we are now three weeks into school, I'm going to give you a project." Mr. Stalter announces to the class. "You have a week from today, including class time to finish it" the two boys catch each other's eyes and brad gives Connor a wink, making him blush. He also sees every other guy in the room that was even remotely "cool" glance towards Brad hopefully.
The teacher goes on to talk about the project, and the marking guid. As per usual Connor wasn't listening and depended on brad to explain it when they got time to work on it in a few minutes.
"Your lucky Mr. Stalter lets us pick our own partners" Brad smirks pulling a desk around to face Connors. Is he flirting? Connor asks himself. Or is he just being... Brad? He wanted him to be flirting. He wanted to flirt back.
"Oh w-what would I-i do?" Con adds a dramatic tone to his voice, making brad laugh. Brad gives a cheeky grin as miss perfect skips over, as perky as usual putting he hands on her ex's shoulders.
"Oh bloody hell, Amelia go away!" Brad sighs, throwing Connor an apologetic look. Connor shrugs at him and glances at the flooring hoping Amelia doesn't take much notice to him.
"And tell me Brad, how could I ever win you back by leaving you alone." She smiles and kisses his cheek making Connor shudder. "No one was made to be alone, Brady bear. That's what I'm here for."
"At this point I'd rather dig a whole and die in it!" Brad shrugs the girls hands off his shoulders disgustedly. Amelia frowns at him, putting on a hurt look for show.
"That one stung babe," she pouts "but I'll get over it. So when are we going to start working on our project?" Her determination scared the hell out of Connor. But Brad was tougher than Con was.
"Bitch, I have a partner." He gestures to Connor who looks away from Amelia as she laughs coldly shaking her head.
"Still hanging with this fag?" Brad grinds his teeth, so ready to kill her. "I think you can do so much better, remember when you had a social status in this school? Cause baby I could give it back to you." she winks at him and It took everything in Brad not to yell at her.
"I honestly don't give a fuck about you, or what you think! And why should I need a social status when next year I could be living in Canada?!" He spits with venom in his voice. His hatred for the girl could be detected in every word, and for some reason Amelia just smiled even more.
"Okay, Canada seem nice!" She Chirps "I think we could have a nice house in the country with three kids." This sends Brad over the edge, his face turning red with anger.
"You twat!" His voice is barley audible through his clenched teeth. "Get out of my sight!" He says pointing towards some giggling girls in the other side of the room. Amelia shrugs obediently, turning to face Brad completely.
"Alright boo, next project, I bids you!" She finally walks off with an annoying bounce in her step. Brad then turns to face Connor, practically pulling out the hair from his scalp.
"H-hey" Cons voice is clam as he speaks to Brad placing his hand on his shoulder. "It's okay-y lets just f-forget it and w-work on the p-project." Brad looks up at him, his breath starting to even out and the red fading on his face.
"Alright."
**
"So umm, I was wondering if you wanted to swing by mine after school to work on the project." Brad asks at lunch later that day. Every once and awhile when Tristan wasn't flirting with girls, or catching up with his jock friends he'd sit with con and Brad like today. And yeah, con siting with Brad had become a regular thing now.
"A-alright" Connor nods slightly as he takes a small bite of his sandwich. Tristan puts his feet up on the table a few feet away from Connors lunch, and he scooted a little more towards Brad awkwardly.
"Now I feel left out!" Tristan pouts "nope, tris isn't invited to the party." he whines jokingly.
"Aww, does Tristan need help with his math homework?" Brad pats the taller boys head, ruffling his hair, and Tristan pushes his hand away annoyed.
"Oh shut up I'll find something better to do than hang with you losers" he shoots a victorious grin at Brad and he puts his hand on his chest and pulling a hurt face.
"Oh Tristan, your words sting" Brad gasp, glimpsing at Connor, who was laughing at the scene. He smiled happily seeing Connor laugh. It was beautiful.
"Oh that's it you smart-ass" tris smirks putting Brad into a headlock and ruffling his curly brown hair like crazy. Brad laughs uncontrollably, eventually pulling free. His hair was sticking up in multiple places, yet to Connor he still looked attractive as hell. Connor stop it! He tells himself, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again. Just stop it.
"I'll get you back" Brad gives him a serious look "you'll never see it coming" tris just laughs, and gets up walking away.
"Eat my shorts" he teases and turns on his heels coolly, heading toward a group of jocks not far off.
