Stolen

The Rachel Adams

"I never liked Tuesdays, I think it's cause my mum would always say "Taco Tuesday" and no offense her cooking is the worst. And you think you couldn't mess tacos up, but trust me you can," Trenton says ,during the next day at lunch.

"Tuesdays are alright I guess, I mean the only day I really hate is Monday and even then not really. It's weird," Connor says as they sit down at their usual place outside in the courtyard.

"I know right, I think it's because I sleep waaaaay too much over the weekend so Monday I'm not actually dead in the morning. Like on Thursday, I'm sleep deprived from the other days but, Monday I got the whole weekend to sleep and be lazy as fuck," Jay says sitting across from Connor.

Connor had never been particularly close to Jay. It had always been him and Trenton together, the greatest duo. Yet his parents agreed it was "unhealthy" to have just one friend and thought he should "open up" to others.

Jay had been the only one he could semi-open up to. However, they had gotten closer in the past 11-ish months, without Connor even wanting to.

But everyone needs someone.

Jay wasn't the typical person Connor would choose to hang out with but surprisingly neither was Trenton. Trenton, had the possibility to be popular, I mean P O P U L A R, if he wanted to.

But unlike most people, he didn't.

He never specified why, and most times when he tried to bring it up, he would just brush it away and say he couldn't be popular or that he was "delusional" for thinking so.

Trenton just had the natural pull, his personality, his body, his face, his hair.

Everything, you name it.

Yet he too, had very few friend and most times chose to ignore them.

Jay on the other hand was more of the opposite. He was the one kid in the back of the classroom, who at first glance expected to be calm and normal, yet everyday he seemed to be on a Sugar-high.

Not a cocaine or weed high, no.

A sugar-high.

He claimed he didn't have ADD but Connor never truly trusted him. He was the artsy guy who used it for the wrong reasons and never payed attention in class.

Connor himself was the lame loser kid, who was too quiet. He wasn't nerd smart, but he was smart enough and he was too quiet. Quiet because that's how he was, but also because he didn't care. He was the guy with no talent and no purpose in life, who had no friends and was always stuck in the friend zone.

They would've made an odd trio.

"So you know there's a party tomorrow night, I heard it's dope," Jay says, his pale eyes gleaming.

"I'm guessing that's an implied invitation," Connor says.

"You guessed right, my good friend. So what do you say, you up for it?" He asks, staring at Connor intently.

"Were you actually invited to this party?" Connor asks, suspiciously.

"Well...I heard about it. All that matters is we know where it is, who needs to be formally invited anyways," Jay says, rolling his eyes.

"Uh, we do. We're not gonna crash some party," Connor says, sighing.

"You're no fun," Jay says, pouting.

"Don't worry I'm told that a lot, no need to remind me," Connor replies.

"Well you know what they say: you only live once, right?" Trenton offers.