Bad Boy (Connor Ball Fan Fiction)

Six

Connor walked me to music.

He insisted that he did anyway.

But he didn't because he was in my class.

Therefore, he walked with me.

I walked into the music studio and took a seat with Finn.

Connor sat with his friends.

"Hey Con, you won there, she's a hottie." I overheard.

I rolled my eyes.

"Great kisser too." Connor replied.

My mouth dropped.

Jerk.

I huffed and crossed my arms.

"You kissed him didn't you?" Finn nudged.

I glanced over my shoulder to see Connor laughing with some girls.

I sighed.

"Oh girl, what am I gonna do with you?"

Finn hugged me and I smiled.

I can't believe Connor.

Yeah, I may be overreacting.

But it's the way he said it.

Class was over and Connor called after me.

I ignored.

I continued walking with Finn to Art class.

Connor tapped my shoulder.

I ignored.

"Ariana, what's up?" Connor sounded concerned.

"Oh please, get lost Connor."

I huffed and turned back to Finn.

"Periods not over yet Tris." Connor called to his mate.

I laughed loudly.

Connor looked at me, sad.

Awh, poor boy.

Ugh.

Art class consisted of final touches for exams.

I needed to catch up badly.

But if I'm honest, I can't be bothered.

I walked out of Art alone and walked to lunch.

Connor was sat with a bunch of girls and it sickened me.

Just the thought of them feeling his body.

It frustrated me.

"Hey Ari, party at ours Friday night, you coming?" Finn gestured to himself and his younger sister.

"Sure. Text me the details. For now, I'm going to go catch up with my art class." I waved to them both.

I walked out of the lunch room and down the hall.

I stopped at my locker and swapped my bag with my-

Before I got my art book out, Connor slid in front of me.

"Seriously. What is up with you?"

Connor held my waist but I shoved myself away.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him out of the way.

I took out my art book and slammed the locker.

"You are such a jerk?"

I walked down the hallway to the art.

"A jerk?"

He smirked, as he followed.

"Yes a jerk. Why the hell are you smirking!?"

His smirk widened and he pulled me underneath the stairs to the art block.

He backed me against the wall.

"You're crazy hot when you get angry."

I rolled my eyes.

"Why'd you tell everyone I'm a good kisser?"

Connor laughed.

"Would you rather me say you're a bad kisser?"

I scoffed.

"That isn't the point Connor. The point is, you made me look like a slut in front of every single one in this year. Rumours are going round that we slept together. Connor, I don't need a reputation."

Connor sighed and I felt his breath on my face.

We were still inches away.

"It's different for me."

"How?"

He smiled.

"I wouldn't mind you being a slut. You could be my slut."

He whispered, nearly against my lips.

"You're such an ass!" I exclaimed.

He smirked and pressed himself harder against me.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"And I'm sorry for wasting my time. Now if you'd excuse me."

I pushed him off and he sighed.

I walked up the stairs and noticed him punch the wall.

What a dick.