I Love Him, Not You...(A Connor Franta Fanfic)

Chapter 25

So, Klare has been out of the hospital for a week and it is now time for Jack and Kile’s trial.

TRIAL DAY

“Oh My Fucking Shit. Oh My Fucking Shit. I can’t do this, I can’t face him.” I say to Connor, shakily breathing, as we walk into the courtroom. “His face just flashes hate pain and fear through me all at once. I can’t do this Connor.” I say, trying to turn and leave. Connor grabs my wrist, twirls me into his arms, and kisses me passionately.

“Yes, you can. Don’t worry. If anything happens, I’m here for you.” he says, then he kisses me again.

I smile, and continue walking into the room, heading towards the prosecution side with Connor, Jc, Klare, Ricky, Kian, Andrea, and Sam.

As Jack and Kile walk into the room, WITHOUT CUFFS, I start having a panic attack and bawl into Connor’s shirt.

“Shh, babe, it’s okay, I won’t let him touch you.”

“Or You, remember he’s in jail for shooting you as well,” I said.

The judge hits the gavel.

“You may now be seated,” she says sternly.

“The defendants Jack Baker and Kile Duncan  are accused of domestic abuse, breaking in and entering, and a shoot in, all which caused injury to the prosecutors, Connor Franta, Cara Parker, and Klare Matthews-Caylen.”

Kile’s head shoots up when hears Klare’s name ending with Caylen. He looks at Klare and tries to cause a scene.

“Klare, babe, how could this boy be your boyfriend, look what he has done to you!”

“First of all my HUSBAND did nothing wrong. I got into a car crash. Second, cut the bullshit. You’ve hurt me PHYSICALLY, and he has done NOTHING. So stop trying to be innocent, and go back to being the ass you are so you can go rot in jail, which is exactly what you deserve.” Klare yells.

“YASS GIRL, TELL HIM!” Ricky shouts.

“SHH! Gosh.” Kian whispers, slightly smirking.

The judge is just giving us a ‘what the fuck’ look.

Andrea starts to burst out in laughter, causing everyone to laugh.

The judge bangs the gavel. “ORDER IN THE COURT!!”

Everyone immediately silences.

“I’m sorry your honor, he deserved that speech,” Klare says quietly.

The judge just glares at Klare, at continues.

After all the evidence given and bleep blop bloop, they were sentenced to prison for 22 years.

“I love you babe, always remember that.” Kile says

“Shut the fuck up!” Jc yells.

“When was I talking to you? Klare loves me, you’re just a fucking rebound.”

“I love him, not you!” Klare yells to Kile.

Kile lost it. Right before he got cuffed, he starts to walk up to Klare, his hand raised, and Jc not paying attention.

“JC!” I yelled, pointing to Kile.

Jc looks at Kile and punches him directly in the nose, and you hear the crack.

“Ouch,” I say giggling.

“FUCK! MY NOSE!” Kile yells.

Jc quickly wipes his bloody hand on the sharp-cornered table so it looks like he banged his nose on it like an idiot.

Everyone stares at Kile, then the table, then back at Kile. Some started to giggle, while the officers took him away.

“Hey Cara, can I talk to you over there for a second?” I glance at Connor, telling him to follow behind just in case.

“Sure.” I say, having a mental breakdown on the inside.

“Listen, I know you’re with him, but you can’t honestly say you don’t love me or at least miss me.” Jack says.

“I love him, not you.” I say to Jack. (I know Klare said it to Kile, but we planned on both saying it since it was the title of our story.)

“Don’t fucking lie to yourself,” Jack said, looking sad.

“I’m not lying, and the proof is the living thing in my stomach.” I spoke back. Jack immediately looked pissed. Oh shit.

“No, No NO!” Jack yells, pushing me to the wall by my neck.

“Connor!” I try to squeal out.

Connor comes behind Jack and grabs him by the collar.

“Didn’t I tell your friend that you need to fuck off?” Connor says, gritting his teeth.

Jack looked scared. For once in his life, he was actually scared.

“GO, before I break your neck.” Connor whisper-grunts.

Jack runs up to the officers, offering his hands to be cuffed.

LEEDLELEEDLELEEDLELEEEEEE BYE!