Fantasy or reality?

Chapter 4

It's been a month now since a certain event happened. I have to say, things have changed. Conner stopped talking to me or, I just stopped noticing him. After Conner, I've stopped caring about liking people. It's useless. Him kissing me was probably just one of his jokes.

My alarm clock goes off, and I slowly wake from my deep sleep.

It's just another day.

I slam my fingers over the snooze button and grab my phone from my side table. No text messages, not surprised at the least. Sarah doesn't even talk to me anymore. We stopped being friends when she started dating Conner.

After scrolling through the little social media I had, I finally decided to get out of bed. I whipped the covers off and let the cold penetrate my skin, leaving goosebumps on my pale skin.

I  sat at the side of my bed, running my fingers through my long, soft red hair. Letting my eyes adjust to being awake, I get up and make my way over to my closet. I stand there, staring at my clothes.

After getting dressed in clothes that only consisted of the colour black, I head out to catch the bus.

It was a slightly chilly morning and, it was still dark out. I sat at the bus stop, listening to BVB (Black Veil Brides) and watching the cars drive by.

Today was one of the days I couldn't get Conner out of my head. It's been over a month and I can still imagine the touch of his lips against mine. His lips were so soft and perfect. Why did it have to happen to me?

The bus arrived shortly after my long daydream.

In no time, I was at school. I sat out front, waiting for the three minute warning bell so I could walk to class without people noticing me. Without Conner noticing me.

The day went by fast and normally. I was on my way home, once again blasting my music until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around and ripped out my earbuds, ready to blast who ever touched me.

"What do you want?" I asked, still not completely seeing who tapped my shoulder.

"I was wondering if you could help me" A familiar voice filled my ears.

It's that backstabbing jerk, Conner Write. What does he want me to help HIM with? Filling ketchup balloons?

"With what exactly?" I said snobbishly, crossing my arms.

"Um, my Geo homework? I don't know if you've noticed but, I'm really struggling in that class and you have the highest mark in the class. I was hoping that you could help me get my marks up?" Conner asked looking at the ground seeming ashamed.

Without thinking. I answer.

"Why don't you go down to applied then? I'm sorry, but I don't feel like being part of your joke again"

I then turned and walked away placing the ear-piercing music back into my ears.

It was oddly hot outside today and I could feel the sweat dripping down my back. Today was a bad day to wear black. I didn't care.