Any Time At All

Chapter Thirteen

You trudge out of your house and run over to Steve before he can go back to his house. You hear Connor peel out of your driveway and angrily drive away. "Hey, Steve!" You grab his arm and he looks at you.

"What?" he asks like nothing happened.

"What?" you mimic him. "What the hell do you mean, 'what?' You just sent him away! What did you say to him?" You're furious with him.

"Nothing really, just a small chat," he says and he shrugs his shoulders.

"Clearly you two making small talk about the weather or some shit wouldn't make him look at me in disgust," you cross your arms and raise your eyebrows. There is a murderous look in your eyes and it scares Steve.

"I told him that you were only going out with him because you were getting over me," he says but he looks like he has more to say.

"That can't be it. Connor wouldn't care that much about that. What else did you say, Steven Harrington?"

"Ouch, the full name," he puts his hand on his chest sarcastically, like it hurt his heart. You move forward a bit with every intention of hitting him and he throws his hands up in the middle of the two of you. "Alright, but you can't hit me if I tell you."

"No promises."

"I may or may not have told him that you slept with the whole basketball team as a coping mechanism for getting over me and your mom..." he trails off. That son of a bitch! You slap him in the face with all the strength you have. It was quick and loud. Steve stumbled back. He leans down and holds his face. "Jesus Christ, you're strong!" He groans a couple more times before straightening out his back.

"What he hell happened to you? You were one of the nicest people that I had ever known in my entire life. Now you're just a pathetic piece of shit. King Steve, they call you around here but what they don't know is that you cry when your mommy and daddy are gone because you know that they have never loved you! Even if they did before, they definitely don't anymore," you spit these words at him and look at the intense red mark on his face. He looks defeated and hurt but that's not even half of what you have felt over the past year and a half.

"Screw you, (Y/N)! Like your parents love you," he scoffs. "At least my dad doesn't beat me out of pure hatred for me. And as for your mother, she decided to tell you she loved you only because she was dying! Do you think she would have wanted to change things if she wasn't sick? Yeah, I'd think twice if I were you when talking about my home life. Go to hell," with that, Steve storms back to his house. Tears stream down your face from how angry you are but you waited until Steve left for them to fall.

You go back to your house and wait a sufficient amount of time before you call Connor. The phone rings and he answers.

"He lied," you say simply.

"Listen, (Y/N), I don't want to get mixed up in whatever Steve and you have going on. So, just leave me alone please."

"Wait, can you just let me explain?" you beg into the speaker and you hear Connor exhale on the other side.

"Alright, meet me at the park near your house," he hangs up the phone and you jump up to grab your car keys. Your car pulls up to the dark field. You go over to a bench and patiently wait for Connor to get there. You see a pair of headlights from down the street and they pull over to the side of the road. They turn off and the driver's side door opens up. Connor walks over to you in what he was wearing when he arrived at your house. He looks very handsome.

"Hey," you say, looking over at him from the bench.

"You wanted to explain, so, explain," he says, sitting down next to you. His cologne masks the smell of the flowers in the park.