Bad Boy With Scars

Chapter Five: Exploited

Chelsea's P.O.V.

It was Monday and Connor was coming back today. Not something I was looking forward to. I mean, sure, I told him things when he was in the hospital that I really wouldn't tell anyone else, but that doesn't mean I trust him. I felt bad. He looked so goddamn vulnerable.

I walked over to my locker and opened it. I grabbed my math book, shut my locker, and walked away. No sign of Connor. Maybe he wasn't coming.

"Chelsea!" I heard someone yell from behind me. I turned and saw Connor. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, right?

My breath hitched as he came over to me. "Hi." He spoke calmly.

"What do you want?" I asked quietly.

His face turned from happy to confused to pissed in a matter of seconds. "What the hell so you mean what do I want? Come on don't be an idiot Chelsea. You know what I want. Same thing I've wanted since the day I met you. Besides, I thought we were friends now."

"Us? Friends? No, we're not. You have your little dope friends that you can go and do drugs with or rape someone or whatever. You and I are not, and will never, be friends." I spoke confidently.

"Don't you ever talk about my friends. You don't know any of my friends. You don't look at any of my friends." Connor screamed causing everyone in the hallway to look at us.

"I've seen the way you act, Connor. You don't get it from anyone in your family. That's why they made you leave." Connors face as I said that, made me want to stop talking and walk away. Everyone just heard one of his biggest shames about himself. In reality, I didn't give a shit. "You got this whole act from your friends. And now you can't turn back. You'll have to live with your grandma until you graduate. But oh god how long will she make it? You could get her sent to the hospital by smoking in the house. Then she'll die and you'll be alone again. You're parents won't want you back. Neither will your siblings. Face it, Connor. You're going to be alone for the rest of your life. That's that."

A tear slipped from Connors right eye, but he quickly wiped it away. I expecting him to turn into a bigger dick and punch me, but he didn't. Instead, he turned and walked away. Everyone's eyes were on him as he walked straight out of the building.

All the attention was turned to me. It was quiet, but ten everyone started clapping. I was confused. Then I remembered; Connor was the schools biggest asshole.

"That was great!" "He deserved it!" "I hope he doesn't come back!" People talked about this the rest of the day. But behind the comments about how great it was, there were also some other comments that formed guilt on me. "Does Connor really live with his grandma?" "He's such a prick his own family doesn't even want him." "I feel bad for his grandma. She's gonna die because of him."

I was overall proud that I stood up to him, but exposing his secrets? That was gonna haunt me forever. I can't live with that guilt. That not leaves one thing to do. I have to find Connor and apologize.
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(A/N: If no one noticed I kind of took part of a quote from The Breakfast Club and added it in here. If you've never seen the movie oh my Jesus go find it right now and watch it. It's perfect. *-* By the way, I've decided I'll probably update every 2-3 days. It depends on when I have time or not. Thank you for reading! :* )