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

Chapter 36

SOO when we got home, Jack and KIle's car were parked out front, and there they were, smoking cigarettes while the sluts were standing there aggrivatedly.

"You girls stay in here," Connor said.

We all nodded and the guys stepped out. IT all started off with a normal conversation, then in turned into Jc and Kile fighting and Connor and Jack fighting.

"Oh my God! JC!" Lia squealed.

Klare looked at her with her eyebrows raised.

"What about Jc?"

"He's in a fight!! Don't you see?"

"Yes I do, but so is Connor. Why do you care so much about Jc?"

"Shit Klare, stop giving her the fifth degree." I said.

"Whatever." she muttered.

All of a sudden, the sluts are helping Kian and Ricky pull everyone apart, when Jack slaps Mariah in the face.

Lia gasped.

"I warned her.." I said under my breath.

"OH MY GOD DIDNT YOU JUST SEE THAT!?!?" she yelled.

"Yeah." Klare said bluntly.

"YOU GUYS ARE INSANE! DO YOU EVEN GIVE A FUCK ABOUT DOMESTIC ABUSE!?''

"SHUTUP LIA! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYHTING!" Klare yelled.

"THEN WHAT, THEY DESERVE IT?!?" she yelled in Klare's face.

"I'M JUST USED TO SEEING THIS!" she yelled back.

"AND YOU DON'T DO ANYHTING ABOUT IT?!?"'

"BITCH, IT HAPPENED TO ME AND CARA BY THOSE FUCKS!" Klare screamed.

Lia finally shut her mouth. To be honest, she didn't do anything wrong..

"I'm sorry." she said, her voice barely audible.

"It's fine, you didn't do anything wrong, you just misinterpreted our reaction to all of this." I replied. Klare scoffed.

"Jesus Klare, you are some moody pregnant girl." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Whatever." she says.

When we turned back to see what was happening, Connor and Jc were yelling at the guys to leave and Ricky was dropping the girls home.

Once they finally left, we hopped out the car and I ran up to Connor. His forehead had a bit of blood, and his lip.... whoa.

"Babe, your lip.." I said, gasping at how badly it was split open. I gently pecked his lips, the taste of blood on my tongue. Yeah, you may think it's gross, but our love was unconditional; nothing was gross.

I drag him inside, upstairs, into our bedroom, and into our bathroom.

"Sit." I say, pointing at the counter. He obeys, and I get a rag from under the sink. I wet it, and dab it on his forehead. He winces, but soon relaxes. I make a pouty face for him to mimick. He does so, and I dab his lip.

"Ouch babe," he whines.

"Awwwww" I mock and peck his lips once again.

He chuckles and leans in to kiss me again.

"Doesn't that hurt?" I say.

"Nah, you make it feel way better." he says, smirking

I giggle and gave him a long, slow kiss.I pull away and hug him.

"I love you Connor, so much." I say.

"I love you too."

"So babe, do you mind sleeping in Jc's room tonight? We invited Lia to sleepover and your room is the biggest.."