Shadows Of Us. (Connor Jessup fanfic)

Chapter 2: Why So Smiley?

Arabella's POV

Connor was kinda just in the doorway aggressively looking at me... Eventually i just walked in and took my seat.

"Assuming your new?" Mrs. Moore said towards, Connor. he nodded.

The teacher then introduced him to the class and he sat in front of the chair to the left of mine. Christina's chair... I brush off the thoughts and do the work i was given for today.

The class finally ended. Ugh. I just want high school to be over already. I don't get it when people say "The best 4 years of your life." I sense bullshit.

I start off to my next class, American History. I've never actually been good at history. I was more of a Science-Math type of person. Actually, to be honest, i was even good at English. So i guess i just suck at history. A LOT.

I take my seat in the front corner, and attempt to pay attention to the gibberish Professor Mason is telling us.

The class finally ends but before i get to leave, Professor Mason stops me.

"Arabella, can i have a word?" He asks. And i sit down in the desk in front of his and gesture for him to continue. Shit, are my grades this bad?

"Don't worry, it's not all about your grades." I mentally sigh.

"But a few teachers, and myself are a little concerned. Since... Well, you know. Your grades have dropped a little. Are you sure you're doing well?" He asks and i just look at him. I'm not okay. After what all that's happened, i don't think I'll ever be okay. There's no way i would ever admit that to him, or Lucas, or anyone for the matter.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Slowly getting used to it..." I fake a smile, which I've come to be awfully wonderful at. He believes it and smiles sympathetically.

"Okay. Just try to get your grades up a little back to where they were. And just know if you ever need me, you know where to find me." He says and smiles. I return the smile, and he hands me a pass. I walk out of class and out the building. This school has too many buildings. I smile at the fact that i have my next class with Lucas. He's been helping me cope with everything. And honestly, i don't know if I'll ever be able to return the favor.

I walk into health, and I'm greeted with an over smiley, Lucas. I look at him wondering if he did a line in the bathroom in between passing periods.

"To answer your question, no. I am not doing crack." He states with all seriousness, and goes back to smiling like an idiot.

"You told Amber you couldn't go with her anymore and then asked Katie didn't you?" I simply said.

He continued smiling and nodded his head violently. He looked adorable. He's just too weird. I smiled knowing he has had a crush on her since the day i introduced them.

"Well, i obviously approve." I smile.

"Wait, really?" He asked looking surprised.

"Of course. Are you kidding me? You too are like the cutest things ever." I said chuckling.

"But you're still okay with it, even afte-" I put my hand over his mouth. Why is everyone trying to mention this subject today? Can you not. I nod my head as a reply. He finally gets it and shuts up.

After class, we start off walking to the 900 building. This period, he has band, and i have choir. My favorite class. I get in and put my stuffs by the door and take my seat on the risers. (A/N Google it if you don't know what they are. I dunno how to explain it...) Mrs. Mattox then tells us to warm up, so we did.

The rest of choir was a blur. I was just hungry as hell...

I get to lunch, and go to Java City. (A/N it's like a mini, shitty Starbucks they have at my school, not sure if there's ones at others... Continue reading...) I get my drink and go to the lunch area where the tables are. I go to the very back where the tall tables are placed and sit down and open twitter. These past few months I usually sat alone since Lucas has lunch next period.

  "Can..can i sit here?" I look up to see a familiar face. I smile and nod at Connor who then, sits in front of me.

Connor's POV

Thank God, she said yes.

"So, how're you liking your first day here?" She asks and i don't want to tell her the truth. She seems to be the only nice person around here. I fake a smile, which i am apparently horrible at.

"I am going to take that smile as 'I am in fucking hell, lord if you are real, please help me outta this shit hole'." She says. How the fuck does she know...

"And now you're probably wondering how do i know..." She adds.

"Are you a psychic, or something?" I ask.

"Do you believe in that sort of thing?" I shake my head, no.

"Well, then i am going to have to with the 'Or something'..." She says, tilts her head and smiles sweetly. The kind of sweet smile that could probably cure cancer.

"You have a nice smile." I smile, she smiles. It's like a Justin Bieber song.

"You know, there's a saying that states people with the prettiest of smiles have felt the most pain..." And she just drags it out and shrugs.

"Does that mean you have felt a lot of pain?" I simply ask as if it was an everyday question which it sure as hell wasn't. She shrugs again.

"I guess you can say something like that." She looks me in the eye and smiles.

If she has been through a lot, why is she so smiley? Doesn't make much sense. Then again, nothing about this girl makes a lot of sense...

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A/N hopefully you guys like it... Sorry if it is a little boring. I'm not going to promise that next chapter will be better, but hopefully it is. Don't forget to send me feedback!! Bye for now lovely bread sticks. < what i am now calling you guys. Bread sticks. And of you're wondering, yes. I'm the fan who asked Connor jessup if he liked bread sticks. Also the same one who told him that his ears are visually enjoyable. #noregerets.