Misunderstood Boy

Chapter 4:

The next morning I saw Connor in the hallway and he eyed me very carefully, acting like he was going to talk to me, he looked too nervous because the people I were with glared at him. Maybe my intentions were wrong, but I went over and hugged him, at first he just stood there awkwardly, then decided to hug me back. He squeezed hard before letting go, then he nervously smiled and walked away. I pranced down the hall and ignored every word of every person telling me differently.

Him hugging me, made me think I had figured out everything about him. That I could read him like a book, of course I had forgotten I hadn't talked to him once, except for small talk, but again I was a stupid girl who had never ever, met a kid like Connor, I was in for a long road ahead.

Days kept passing by of subtle smiles between him and I when finally, I stopped him one day a couple weeks later, two days before Drake and Zach were coming back (Our school sucked at giving punishments) I stopped Connor in the hall after school when no one was there and said this, "Listen. I want to know you. Know who you are. Figure out why I get subtle smiles and nothing else. I think I know so much about you, but I want to know more. You're mysterious and I like that, but I can't live life not knowing who you are because I swear I need to know you, if I don't... I don't know..." I wasn't going many places with that talk.

He was silent for about a minuet just staring at me then, "You don't know anything about me, and I'm sure you want to know, but why? Is it because you need to know everything about everyone? No one has ever given a damn about me. So why you? why now? why?!" He was almost crying now and I didn't know what to say so I stayed quiet for a moment.

"Because you're the first real guy that has ever gone to this school, that I have ever met. And I'm a cliche little high school girl who wants the world, and yeah I'm a teenage girl, but I can't stand the thought of teenage boys. Then there's you. And you're perfect, and I'm pretty sure girls are supposed to be told this but hell I don't even know what I'm saying right now. So I'm sorry that I actually do give a damn about you..." I was word vomiting, and none of fit together, yet every sentence fit perfectly.

Then he started to walk away towards the back door, I messed up, or upset him or annoyed him or something. Then he turned back, " Are you coming or not?" He said sending chills through my body. I don't know what the hell I said and I sure didn't understand how it stuck through to him, but it did and i want gonna wait for him to change his mind. I ran after him and we headed out the back doors. I had no clue what we were doing.