Sam's Best Friend (Connor Franta Fanfic)

Chapter 2- Dat Ass

I shoved a handful of trailmix into my mouth and slammed my locker closed.

Luckily I had gotten home in time to make myself presentable before taking my car over to school, but I didn't have enough time to eat a decent breakfast.

"Goodmorning, sunshine." I rolled my eyes as I heard the voice. My ex was the last person I wanted to talk to, especially right now.

"Not in the mood." I snapped at him turning and walking away quickly.

He grabbed my arm to slow me down.

"What's wrong with you? Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"

Actually, it was a couch and it was most definetly not the wrong side...

"Just leave me alone, Dalton. I told you, I'm not in the mood for your shit today." I said, avoiding his eyes as he jumped in front of me and held my shoulders.

He did this every day. Always trying to talk me into a date or maybe another chance. But a second chance was the last thing he deserved.

We dated throughout 10th grade until I caught him drunkenly making out with this slut Brooke at this party.

He always tells me, 'I was too drunk to think straight!' But the fact is that if he can't remember me when he's drunk, then he doesn't deserve me sober.

"Look baby," Dalton began, giving me an apologetic, puppy-dog face. His big blue eyes almost got to me, but the lack of sleep had already gone to my head.

"Don't call me baby." I hissed shoving him aside.

"Jo, baby, I just want to talk. You know you can tell me anything." I felt his arm grab me around the waist and spin me so we were face to face. That was the last straw.

"I said, don't call me baby! And get off me!" I shouted at him, slamming my books into his chest. He let go and stumbled back a few steps.

My hands shook as I looked around and saw a group of people watching us.

"I'm not gonna let you go." Dalton murmured quietly so that only I could hear. He looked as if he was about to take another step closer to me.

"That's probably not a good idea." Another voice spoke up and I turned around to see Connor standing close behind me.

He was wearing his black SJU t-shirt, some maroon khakis and black vans. In one hand he held a paperbag and his other hand was clenched into a fist. He was looking right at Dalton.

Dalton backed up a ways before managing to spit out, "Who are you, her boyfriend?"

Connor laughed, but it wasn't his usual soft and adorable laugh. He advanced past me and right into Dalton's face.

"Why don't you just go back to class?" Connor asked, but it wasn't a question.

Dalton stood there for a moment and I could see the concentration on his face. He bit his lip, then finally turned.

"I'm late anyway."

As Dalton walked away, I took a deep breath, realizing my heart was racing. The hallway was silent for a second, then people began to shift away.

Connor turned and came close to me. His face was flushed and I bet mine was as well.

I opened my mouth, not really sure what to say so I just looked into his green eyes.

"T-thanks..."

"I just wanted to come and make sure you got home okay this morning. You know you fell asleep on me last night." Connor grinned and rubbed the back of his neck. I smiled and looked down at my feet, memories of waking up with him flooding my mind.