Outcasts (Connor Murphy X Reader)

Chapter 2

Dear diary,

Today was the second day of school...

As I walk through the school grounds I smell the usual off smell that's around the Murphy kid. I pause for a moment and glance around the yard.

'It's oddly quiet today... oh, right, there's a school trip today."

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear noises come from behind the gym. I decide to walk over and take a look. I peak around the corner to see Murphy sitting against the wall in the dirt; I see what looks to be a blunt in his hand. I hum in neutral interest, not really caring what he was doing.

"What do you want?" Murphy's voice snaps.

I frown at how harsh his voice is before I make a full appearance next to the obviously high teen. We stare at each other before Murphy scowls.

"What?!" he snaps again.

I don't say anything and don't change my facial expression, not wanting to give any more emotions away. This seemed to irritate him further.

"Aren't you going to start calling me freak!" he shouts, "go to all your friends or a teacher?!"

"I don't have any friends," I tell him, "and I'm not a snitch."

With that I turn around and head off to find a quiet place to sit.

'How the hell did he see me there?!'

~~~

Once the bell rings for the end of break I head off for my Literary Studies class. Every step I took seems heavier, like my body was telling me not to go. But I continue on, ignoring my body.
Once I arrive in class I sit in the seat I sat in yesterday. The teacher walks in and begins to ramble about the first upcoming assignment.

'Please don't be a partner assignment, please, please, please!'

"And you will be working in pairs."

'Dammit'

I sigh in frustration, hitting my head against the desk. I decide to see who I'm partnered with.

'I hope it's with someone who will let us work separately.'

"(Y/n) (l/n) and Connor Murphy."

'Or I could just do all the work.'

The teacher looks slightly confused when he calls out my name.

"Is Ms. (l/n) here?"

"Yes sir." I say loud enough for him to hear.

"Ah yes," he begins, obviously barely registering that I was here, "you will have to find Connor and tell him about the assignment."

'Oh shit'

"Yes sir." I reply and look back down at my book.

"Sucks to be her"

"Who is she?"

"The nobody is stuck with the stoner."

I block out what the other students are saying and continue writing.

~~~

After my final lesson I decide to find Connor and tell him I'll do the assignment.

'Guess I'll check the back of the gym.'

I wander to the back of the gym, avoiding the other students as I do so. Once I get there I see Connor still sitting in the same spot. He looked kid of dazed. As if he had sensed my presence, he looks over at me and his eyes harden.

"We have an assignment of Literary," I begin before he has the chance to talk, "I'll do it and slap you name on it."

He looks slightly surprise, well, as surprised as you can look stones. I raise a brow lazily.

"And you better get going before you get caught."

After that last sentence I walk off. My eyes keep to the ground as I make my way home.

Once I arrive home I see a few suitcases sitting in the hallway. I walk into the lounge where I knew my parents were sitting on the couch. I hear my brother making cooing sounds and giggles from his play pen.

"What's with the suitcases?" I ask, my voice loud and cut through the quiet air like a knife.

"Oh, honey," my mum says when she notices me, she stands up walks over to me, "your brother has moved out and your father and I are going on vacation to clear our heads."

"But what about me and Matt?" I ask, my voice elevating.

"Matt is going to my sister's and you'll be house sitting," she explains, "we won't be gone too long, and you'll have plenty of money for everything."

I nod, making sure that my face stays neutral. I didn't trust my mouth not to snap so I kept it closed.

"Alright, dinner is in the fridge," my dad says, standing up, "we'll be off now."

Both of my parents give me a half-hearted hug. My mum takes Matt out of the play pen and they exit the lounge. My dad grabs the suitcases and they shut the door with a loud slam.

Even several minutes later, I'm still standing in the same place, my jaw slack and brows up in surprise.

'What the hell just happened?'

I walk into my room in a zombie like state, my mind was almost numb. I sit my bag down on the floor roughly and flop onto my bed.

... and it was horrible.