I make my way over to my bed, attempting to catch my breath, my eyes on no other than Connor Wright as I move towards him. His eyes were half-closed as his body shifts back and forth.
His eyes fly open as he recognises me and he immediantly stands up although he's standing unsteady. He loses his balance completly, tripping before I catch him in my arms. I support him by grasping his arms and hoisting him up straight as he wraps his arms around my neck. I came to the conclusion he was drunk.
How much had he drank?
"Connor, come on, you're drunk," I stated and led him back over to my bed, making him sit down again. My heart had settled back to it's normal pace now after the shock I'd suffered thinking there had been a murderer or something in my room.
"Yeah, I know," he says, his tone surprisingly relaxed as he gazes over to me. I sit down next to him, examining him. He was wasted but calm at the same time. I never thought I'd see the day where Connor wasn't in a fit of anger.
He lays his head on my shoulder, his breathing slow. I move him off me and let him lay down on my already turned-up bed. Surely his mother would kill him if she saw him right now.
His feet dangle from the edge of the bed and I sigh as I stare at him. A cold breeze hits my face, causing me to shiver uncontrollably. My window is wipe open and I figure that must have been how Connor got in here. I must have left it open before I left to head to Churchill Square with Emily.
"Doesn't climbing through my window count as breaking and entering? You're lucky I'm not filing a report to the police," I say.
I'm impressed at how he managed that considering he's wasted and my room is on the second floor. He fortunetly didn't break anything but I can't see Allison taking this well. I mean, her neighbour's son climbing into her house and making himself comfortable. I mean, he couldn't have taken the easier option in entering. Something like using the front door.
"Geez, thanks," he replies sarcastically.
"I see your personality came back," I comment with irritation in my voice.
"I came here for a reason," he snaps.
"It's still wrong to just sneak into someone's room, Connor."
"Okay, I know that but I had to speak to you," he starts, his voice more calm now.
"Can you tell me exactly why you came here?" I ask, closing the window.
Connor didn't move at all, nor did he turn to face me, he just stared at the ceiling as he replies. "You really are... just something."
I roll my eyes at him as his drunken attitude comes across. Having no idea what to say to him, I just remain quiet, zipping my hoodie up because it had gotten rather chilly due to the window being open.
I tell him I'll fetch him some water to help sober him up and he nods. "Lay back down, you look exhausted." I whisper and made my way over to the door without losing sight of him with the corner of my eyes to make sure he was okay.
"I have to tell you a lot when you get back."
A mocking laughter escaped from my mouth. "Yeah, you do," I sigh but when I turn around to look at him, he's sitting up again with this expression. I freeze on the inside and outside.
There were tears escaping from his beautiful, green eyes, slowly rolling down his cheeks. There was so much pain and emotion being shown from his sorrowful eyes, he looked like he was about to break down in front of me.
I was surprised to see Connor like this actually, really surprised.
"Connor..?" I slowly walk towards him, his tired gaze following my figure until I came to a hault right in front of him, looking down at his now pale, tear-splattered skin. I sit next to him and begin to stroke his arm as a sign of comfort.
I had no idea how to help a drunk person who happened to be upset as well. "What's wrong?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he emits a long aching sob which made me pity him instantly. Something must have happened to cause him to be like this and it started to turn my concern into deep lugubriousness.
"Please tell me, or if you don't want to talk about it, just nod or something," I sympathetically add. I didn't expect him to answer as he was burying his face in his hand, pulling on the ends of his hair. He looked so fragile. His head shot up as he raised his arm and brought it across his closed eyes, clenching his jaw.
"I'm such an asshole, Caitlin." he sighs, putting his hands in his pockets.
"I noticed," I snort.
"You think I'm an ashhole?" Connor asks me, raising his eyebrows.
"Honestly?" I ask, teasing him a little.
"I know you're going to say yes. I agree wth you."
"You do?"
Patiently waiting for Connor to start talking, I remained sitting next to him.
"You're making me nervous, stop staring at me like that," he laughs a little but his laughter dies down within seconds and he looks up at me with cold eyes. He started to look at his feet, staying quiet for a moment before continuing, probably having spent the time searching for the words he was going to say.
"Okay, so last night. I'm surprised I even remember it but although I was both intoxicated and high, I knew what I was doing when.. when I - "
"When you kissed me? Yeah, that was a surprise."
"Yeah but, I don't regret it," he says sternly, his tone sharp, making me stop to listen to what he has to say.
I'd gotten my hopes up so high thinking I'd maybe have a chance with him. I should have known not to get involved with him. He tries to get it on with every girl he sets eyes on.
He's Connor Wright. He's known for charming girls out of their clothes. He's a player and I wouldn't be surprised if I was his next target.
One question had been on my mind for quite some time now, this was my chance. "Why do you hate me then?"
"What? I don't hate you."
"You're hateful towards me."
"Nah, that's an act." He scans my room. It's still dull because I've not gotten to decorating it yet but he doesn't mention anything about this.
"An act?"
"Are you an idiot? Come on, isn't it obvious?"
"Yes, I am an idiot. An idiot for falling for a guy like you," I mumble, irritated.
"What?" he asks. He chuckles to himself. "That's my house there," he says as he points to a house across the street, changing the subject.
"I know, you're Emily's brother."
"Correct." He pushes me away from him and tries to walk but he doesn't make it far before he trips, a series of stumbles following afterwards. "Oops, I'm clumsy."
"Clumsy, you mean drunk?" I almost laugh. Ugh, how can someone so attractive have so many flaws?
"For the record, I don't hate you. Open your eyes gorgeous, what's my reason to hate you?"
"I don't know, I just - "
"Exactly," he interrupts, smirking at me. "I'm in love with you, Caitlin."
"But why me, Connor? There's pretty girls everywhere."
"Caitlin," he says, turning to face me. He wraps his arms around me, tilting my face up to look at him before he says: "You're beautiful."
