The Door's Locked. Connor Ball Fan Fiction.

Chapter 2

"Alright, I spy with my little eye," I started with a pause as I looked through the large window. "Something white," I finished, turning back to face Connor with a satisfied smile. 

He scoffed. "The snow?" he asked, with an annoyed shrug. 

I shook my head, taking another bite of pancakes. "Guess again," I mumbled. I held up 2 fingers, showing he had 2 tries left. I smirked as he furrowed his eyebrows in defeat. 

"You cheat," he accused, pouring more syrup on his french toast. I gasped, my eyes widening. 

"I am no such thing," I defended. "Do you surrender?" I questioned with a smug grin. He nodded, rolling his eyes. I pushed my finger to the frosty window, squinting as he scooted close to the window on his side of the booth. We had since changed locations from the bar stools to a nice comfy booth. My foot still being elevated. "That lady's socks are white," I noted. 

He huffed, throwing his hands up that held a fork. "That is so not fair!" he proclaimed. 

I raised an eyebrow. "How so?" I asked giggling. I piled my group of napkins on my plate along with my fork and knife, pushing it to the end of the table for the waiter to come by and take. "I won fairly," I insisted. 

He shook his head, adding his plate a top mine. "That was way too specific. No one could have guessed that!" he demanded. 

I laughed, sitting up a little in the booth to adjust my foot. "Okay, that one won't count," I decided. "Your turn." 

He looked around the bar and then through the large window, trying to make it less obvious of where his choice of item was going to be placed. He twisted his mouth "I spy something with my little eye that is brown," he announced, a smirk on his lips. 

I narrowed my eyes. "Did you make it impossibly hard?" I asked with a huff. 

"Nothing is impossible my dear," he corrected with a wag of his finger and a confident smile. 

I grunted, crossing my arms and starting to hunt for the object. I twisted my body to scan the rest of the bar that was out of my field of vision. I guessed the bar stools and was denied. I guessed the wood floors and cabinets. I guessed from the bar counter to the color of someone's ski pants. I even guessed the color of the bar tender's hair. I gave in after about 10 minutes. 

He let out a laugh as he slowly popped the collar on his leather jacket. Pointing to it with a grin and closed eyes. 

"Your jacket?" I gasped. "We never said the object could be on our person," I huffed. 

"Now we're even," he accepted with a head nod, flipping his collar back down. His eyes drifted to my foot. "Are you sure you are okay like that?" he asked, scrunching his face. 

I nodded, waving my hand to dismiss him. "I'll be good as new," I insisted. The pain was still pounding, but I had been through worse. I was a clumsy person and had broken many a bone in my body. I had used up many markers and pens for people to sign my casts over the years. I stirred my cup that was half full of hot chocolate, watching the left over whipped cream slowly mix and melt into the liquid. "Connor," I started as his eyes darted to mine. "Can I ask you something a little personal?" 

He slid his hands from the table and set them in his lap, sitting up. "Yes," he accepted, still looking at me. 

I knew Maddox would be back from skiing soon and this may be the only time I ever get to see this guy who had been nice to me at a bar, what had I got to lose? "What keeps you grounded?" I asked, then realizing it came on a little odd and strange. 

"Like when you have a really bad day, what makes you remember that life may not be shit all the time ...and that you need to stay here for something?" I clarified, bringing my cup closer to me. The porcelain cup warming my hands, as my eyes drifted his features. He tilted his head down in thought. I knew it was out of the blue and such a deep question, but I was curious. I ran my teeth along my bottom lip, him still not answering. "Never mind, it'- it's not important," I dismissed.