Is It Love? (An Our2ndLife/Jc Caylen/Connor Franta Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

***Tim’s POV**

“Yeah, I”m really sorry Kinley. I’ll take care of driving Ronnie to school today,” I said in a hushed voice on the phone.

“Should I talk to Connor about it?” Kinley asked.

I leaned my body to see into the kitchen from where I was sitting on my bed. Luckily, Veronica was still getting her things ready, so she wasn’t able to eavesdrop on my conversation.

“No. Don’t mention it. Just make an excuse for why we aren’t riding with you today,” I said, still making sure Ronnie couldn’t hear me. “I love you.”

Kinley sighed into the receiver.

“I love you too,” She replied.

Just as I hung up, Ronnie walked around the corner into my room.

“I feel sick. I really don’t want to go to school today,” She said, sitting down next to me.

She faked a cough, and that made me laugh. She smiled a little at how ridiculous she sounded, and it was good to see that she could at least manage that today.

“It’s gonna be okay,” I turned towards her and looked her in the eyes. “You have to tell him, Veronica. It’s the only way that he’ll understand.”

She knows exactly what I’m talking about, and just at the mention of it, her face saddens. It upsets me when she gets this way, but I had to bring it up.

“I know I have to. I should have told him a long time ago, but I just don’t know how to.”

She looked so innocent, like a little kid. I can’t believe all of this is happening to her at such a young age.

“Well no matter what happens, you know I’ll be here for you,” I said, and the smile was brought back to her face.

I instantly felt guilty again for keeping Kinley a secret from her, but it truly was for the best.

***Connor’s POV***

I sat on my doorstep waiting for Ronnie to come. I knew that she wouldn’t want to talk to me, but at least I would still get to see her.

After a while, Ellie and Kinley walked out of the front door and towards the car.

“She’s not coming,” Kinley said once Ellie shut the car door behind her.

I ran my fingers through my hair, one of my nervous habits.

Why did she hate me enough that she didn’t even want to be in my presence?

I just wanted to see her,  couldn’t bear the thought that I made her this upset. Hopefully I would be able to talk to her at lunch.

***Ronnie’s POV***

I sat in my fourth period guitar class hoping that the bell would never ring.

Unfortunately, it did, and everyone rushed towards the lunchroom.

I walked across the hallway to the bathroom. I couldn’t stand going to the lunchroom where Connor would be, so I sat against the wall and welcomed the warm tears that I began to feel fall across my face.

I tried to contain myself, but I just couldn’t. Everything was too stressful right now, and I just felt my walls crashing down over and over again, brick by brick.

I heard the door creak open and quickly wiped the tears from my face so that whoever came in wouldn’t think I was a complete loser.

Standing in the doorway was Lauren, and that was almost too much for me. I was afraid that she was going to ignore me, or worse, yell at me. But instead, she took a seat next to my on the filthy tile floor.