Shadows Of Us. (Connor Jessup fanfic)

Chapter 4: I Just Met You...

A/N Yo. Why does Connor always say "Yo"? I bet he does it just to get a rise outta all of us fans.

Lizzie Bordon had an ax.

She gave her mother 40 wacks.

Once she saw what she done,

She gave her father 41.

True story...

Anywhore, hopefully you will have tissues for the issues that you will have after reading this... Ergo, read it.

Arabella's POV

*after school

Today i had to ride the bus because apparently Lucas was being a smartass and got detention everyday after school for a week. I honestly hate the fact that teachers are aloud to say almost anything to the students and get away with it, but when we say any little thing we get a detention for a week. I sense bullshit.

I guess the one good thing that came out of this, is that Connor rides my bus so we're keeping each other company. Somewhat anyway... He hasn't said much since we were at school.

Turns out we also get off at the same stop. Let's hope it's just a coincidence and not fate.

"I am so not ready to go back home." He sighs.

"Usually it's the other way around."

"What do you mean?" He asks and looks at me.

"Well, i just mean that usually teenagers can't wait to get home after school." I simply say.

"I guess that's true. I just don't want to be bombarded by my dad and his girlfriend asking questions about how my first day went when it was horrible aside from meeting you." He looks at his feet shyly.

"That's sweet... Come on." I say then take his hand and drag him to the bench of a park we were currently passing by.

"Why are we sitting on a bench?"

"We are sitting on this bench because you don't want to be asked million questions by your father and his girlyfriend. And judging by the way you said "his girlfriend" you probably don't like her very much." I like to pay attention to the small things.

"I guess you can say we don't get along very well. Me and my dad, for the matter. Collette is nice i... I don't know. And are you sure you're not psychic?"

"I am sure. I just want to be a profiler when i get out of high school. I tend to pay attention to the small details and such. And that is completely understandable. Did you just move in with your dad?"

"Yeah. My parents have been divorced since i was little, so i don't really know any different. I've lived with my mom my whole life in Toronto. I would visit usually around the holidays, and my mom said that i should try living with my dad for a bit because she..." He stops and looks away. I scoot closer to him. I intertwine our fingers together not saying a word.

"You don't have to tell me. I understand." I say sympathetically.

"But that's what makes me want to tell you. The fact that i just met you and i hardly know you and you care. And you understand more than half the people that I've known since kindergarten. Which doesn't make sense to me. In fact, nothing about you makes sense to me." He says then looks me in the eye.

"Well, like you said. We just met. I don't know how you're supposed to completely understand a person period, let alone someone you just randomly meet in the hallway."

We both stay silent for awhile. Not that long, maybe 45 seconds tops... But it wasn't awkward. The park was oddly deserted. The sun was starting to set even though it was 5:30. Damn daylight savings... He looked at me with all the seriousness he could give off while wearing those glasses. I thought they looked okay on him. I heard a few people calling him four eyes which doesn't make much sense they act like they've never seen a goddamn pair of glasses.