Can You Save Me? { Sam Pottorff }

Chapter 8 ~ Winging It

Connor's P.O.V.

I really hope I don't screw things up.

After we got out of the pool, the guys made a plan to leave Jazmin and I alone. They didn't want to make things awkward for her, because she's still only used to Sam and Kian, so they have to "casually" leave and I have to "casually" begin a conversation. Knowing us, that's not going to happen at all.

We were all hanging out, making jokes and being weird, when Kian gave me a look. I knew it was time. What if I bring it up on accident? This is so much pressure. I don't know if I could do this. Abort. Connor, you can't do this. Abort miss-

"Hey, I have to go. Wait, Sam you need to come to."  Kian said getting up off the couch. I guess it's too late to back out.

"Where to?" Sam said following him towards the door.

"We have to go see sdhfb." Kian mumbled something hoping Jazmin wouldn't care about it enough to ask.

"Wait for us! He needs us too." Jc got up and motioned for Ricky and Trevor to get up.

"Why us?" Trevor put on a good act.

"How would I know?" Jc asked in annoyed tone.

"Don't fight you two. Let's just go." Ricky pushed through them and joined Sam and Kian.

"I guess he didn't need you Connor." Kian teased me from the doorway.

"No one loves me." I fake sobbed into my hands.

"Aww, don't be mean Kian!" Jazmin defended me. "It's okay Connor, I love you!" She hugged me.

"Yeah, yeah. No sex while we're gone." Kian said receiving a punch from Sam. "Ow!"

Jazmin looked at them confused, but just let it go. Everyone one said bye, while Sam walked to Jazmin. He hugged her and whispered something into her ear making her laugh. She nodded and he left.

I hope this goes well.

"Hey Connor." She smiled at me sitting down next to me on the couch.

"Hey Jazmin." I told her. She seems nervous. Sam told me how I could figure out if she's getting nervous. She plays with her hands, bites her lip, doesn't stay still, and her eyes wander.

"Are you nervous?" I asked her even though I already knew the answer.

"No." She lied.

"Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!" I shouted pointing at her.

"Oh no, somebody call 911!" She played along. We both looked at each other and smiled.

"Shawty fire burning on the dance floor, whoa

I gotta cool her down

She wan' bring the roof to ground

On the dance floor, whoa" We sang together really loud.

When our laughter died down I tried to figure out the right approach. I've had like two hours to think of how, but still, nothing comes to mind. Just winging it again. Winging it. Winging is a funny word. I laughed out loud and covered my mouth.

"What's so funny?" She asked.

"Nothing." I lied.

"Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!" She mocked me from earlier.

"Fine. I was laughing at how funny the word winging is." I admitted. She's going to think I'm a weirdo.

 "It is a funny word." She laughed. I sighed in relief.