Sam's Best Friend (Connor Franta Fanfic)

Chapter 7- Secrets Come Out

I woke up in my warm bed with rays of sunlight streaming through my curtains. Through a yawn, I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I hadn't slept soundly; I remembered waking from nightmares in which Sam beat me with his fists screaming horrible things. They were disturbingly realistic and I laid awake most of the night, hugging my pillow and wishing Connor's arms were wraped around me...

After a while I swung my feet over the end of my bed and slowly rubbed my face awake. I stripped my clothes from last night and wrapped my fuzzy purple robe around my body. A long shower later I perched on my sink drying my hair. I changed into some blue sweats and a black spaghetti strapped tank. I let my now dry hair hang down my back in it's natural curly state. I then washed my face, brushed my teeth and headed downstairs.

I had a text from my mom saying she'd stayed at a friend's last night and knowing her it was probably a male "friend" and she won't be home anytime soon. This meant I had the house to myself.

I poured myself some cereal and sat on the couch. There was some lame Sunday morning cartoon on to which I paid only half my attention. I ran through everything that happened last night in my head. I felt horrible for screaming at both Connor and Sam but that was over now and last night Connor had confirmed my hope that whatever we have will still go on even Sam doesn't want it to.
Slowly I put my bowl in the sink and grabbed my backpack from its hook by the door. All thoughts of school had completely vanished from my mind the past couple of crazy days, but it was Sunday, I had homework and the fact was that I didn't exactly want to fail the 11th grade. I cracked open my geography book and decided to start there.

After a few minutes my doorbell rang. I groaned as I heaved myself off the couch. It was already 1:00 but I still considered that too early for anyone to be coming over.
"Who are you and what do you want with me..." I muttered opening the door. It was bright and cold outside and it blinded me for a second.

"Hi." a smiling Connor stood in my doorway. Immediately I felt heat rush to my cheeks as I stood there in sweats, a tank top and almost 0 makeup. Even still, I couldn't help smiling back at him.

"Of course it's you." I replied, opening the door further so he could step inside. He was wearing a red sweatshirt that said St. John's Swimming & Diving and some jeans with a pair of black converse.

"You're not happy to see me?!" he gasped.

"Well, a warning might've been nice considering I look-"

"Amazing." Connor grinned stepping close to me. "As always," he then added with a wink as he leaned his lips close to mine. I laughed and gave his arm a weak slap as I headed back to the couch, leaving him hanging. He followed with a small whine.

"So what goes on?"

I plopped down and picked up my book. "Homework." he laughed.

"Ahhh I remember high school." I glared at Connor. He set down his backpack at the end of the couch.

"What's in there?" I asked him, leaning over curiously.

"Movies and such." he replied.

I smiled. "Well put one in then!"

We watched Iron Man 3 as I also finished most of my homework.

"Connor what's the square root of 784?" I asked looking up at him.

"What am I, your human calculator?" he laughed. I leaned forward and whispered a please with my best puppy dog eyes.

He paused. "28." I smiled broadly and sat back on my heels.

"Ooh, so he's sexy and smart." I muttered just loud enough for Connor to hear as I wrote down 28 on my paper and circled it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his head turn but I focused on my notebook, a guilty expression on my face.