Unbreakable Love (a Connor Franta fanfic)

Chapter 2

*Connor's POV*

I watched as she walked out the door of the counseling office, following who I guessed was her dad.

Dang, she's beautiful.

Why didn't I give her my number or something? Ugh. Connor, you had your chance, and you blew it.

After thinking of all what happened and what I could've done to stay in touch, even though I hardly knew her, I walked out to my car.

I remembered the wallet that she gave back to me and put it in my pocket, then got in my car. I watched Elizabeth and her dad drive off.

Oh well. This is a small town. Maybe I'll get another chance to talk to her sometime. I sure hope so.

*Elizabeth's POV*

On the way home I could not stop thinking about him. He was all I wanted and needed right now. I wondered if he liked me. After all,he introduced himself and smiled the whole time.

Nah. He's just a friendly guy. He probably acts like that around everyone.

"Glad to see you made a friend," said my dad, breaking the silence.

"Not really. I just gave him his wallet that he dropped and it was over," I said softly, looking down.

"At least he talked to you. That doesn't happen very often."

"Wow, thanks dad," I said with sarcasm,"and what do you mean?"

"Well because of your shyness, and you're kind of anti-social. Come on, it's no secret," he said. "Listen, you're pretty, and nice, and you can be a like-able person. You just can't let your shyness get the best of you."

"I try. Some people here are just so dumb. Especially at school. I wish we could just move somewhere else," I say.

I think of leaving Connor but then remember that we barely even know each other and that he probably has no feelings for me.

"I know. I don't like this town either. Maybe someday I'll win the lottery or something," he says.

When we got home, he parked the car and got out.

"Hey dad, can I go up to the gas station to get a drink?" I asked, getting out of the passenger seat.

"Yeah, I don't care." He tossed me the keys and I walked around the car to the drivers seat.

I have my drivers license, I just don't own my own car.

My dad walked up and into the house and I took off.

**

When I got to the gas station, I parked the car and got out.

I went inside and got a peach-flavored AriZona, my usual.

I paid and walked out the door and was headed to the car when I saw them.

And by them, I mean my bullies. Their names were Kian and Sam.

"Hey, look who it is," Kian said, tapping Sam's shoulder as he walked up towards me.

"Please leave me alone, please," I whisper although I know my begging won't stop them. I tried to walk around them. Sam slipped his foot in front of me causing me to trip and I hit the concrete face first.

They both laughed and Sam saw the AriZona fly out out my hand.

"Ooh, look. An AriZona. Thanks, I was thirsty," he said, picking it up, opening it and taking a huge drink.

I slowly got up and tried to walk away but one of them pushed me from behind and I fell once again, very quickly causing tears and pain.

Kian then kicked me in the ribs, the hardest he could.

"Ok, let's leave. We've had our fun," said Kian. They turned away and walked off.

I laid there in pain for what seemed hours. But I knew it was only about 10 minutes. I was used to this feeling.

When I finally decided to get up, I walked over to my dad's car and got in.

I got in and put the key in, and drove home.

**

After I got home, I went straight to my room and shut the door. I laid on my bed and cried.

Eventually I got up and walked to my nightstand, opening the top drawer and taking out the only thing that gets my mind off of life.

I pull up my sleeve and drag the blade through my wrist. I watch the small red bubbles form and drip down my arm.

I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door. I quickly put the blade back in my nightstand, pulled my sleeve down and wiped the tears off my face.

"Who is it?" I managed to say.

"It's Trevor. Are you okay?" He asked, sounding a bit concerned.

"I thought you were at a friend's house," I said softly.

"His mom dropped me back, now can I come in?"

I walked towards the door and opened it. When he saw my puffy eyes that signified I've been crying, he asked, "What is it this time?"

"It's nothing," I say about to close the door again.

"Wait." He put his hand on the door to keep me from closing it. "Dad told me to come get you for dinner. He ordered pizza and it's here."

"I'll be there in a second," I said, forcing the door closed.

I went to my bathroom and cleaned off my makeup. I put on some fresh mascara and eyeliner, and re-did my hair.

I can't let my dad figure out what's wrong. I don't know why, But something in me doesn't want him to know what happens to me. I mean, would you want to tell you're dad that you are a loser who gets bullied and cries on almost a daily basis? It would just create a mess and probably more bullying.

I don't want to tell Trevor either, although he probably knows that I have a lot of problems. He and my dad assume I'm only sad because of my mom, which is only a bit of the reason. I've decided for it just to be my little secret.

After I look like I did before we went to the counselor's office, I walk to the kitchen and grab some pizza. Then I sat at the table with my dad and Trevor.

Luckily, none of them said a word the rest of the night to me, although Trevor kept glancing at me.