Shadows Of Us. (Connor Jessup fanfic)

Chapter 10: Smells Like Maple Syrup, Not Teen Spirit

*few days later

Arabella's POV

Today is the day that I am supposed to go with Connor to Canada. He never really agreed but we both know I would go either way. As for my mom, she's been busy with work so when I did ask her she said yes since she knows how important it is for me to be there for Connor.

I am already a half hour late to school and I didn't even want to come but I needed to tell Jake I was leaving. I turn a corner into the 900 building since he would be having choir right now. All of a sudden, I hear to guys arguing and being me, I want to see the excitement.

"Yes, I was going to do it for a bet. So what?" That voice is too familiar. "Yeah, and now you're bitching out." That voice is also familiar, its Zach.

Suddenly, it hits me. That's why Zach and Silas knew and he didn't care. That's why he apologized so sincerely. I'm such an idiot. "I'm not bitching out. I'll fuck Ara, okay? Just give me time-" he stops in his tracks when he turns around to see me.

He starts looking for the words to say and I stop him. "Don't worry about it. I should've known better anyways. Plus I only came to tell you that I'm going to Canada for the week so have a nice life. Just make sure you leave me out if it." I say and turn around and start walking before I hear Zach.

"You should've known better, slut." He says and I stop walking and laugh. Literally laugh. I know I am better than this. I know I'm not a whore. "Yeah whatever. Just take good care of your eyes, they're the only balls you have." I say and with that I walk out if the building and to Connors car.

"Hey. You tell him?" He asks as soon as I get in and put my bag down. "Yeah. You were right." I say and look towards him.

"About what?" He asks and does that thing with his bottom lip when he's thinking. "About Jacob. He's an ass and only did the things he did for a bet." I say.

"Are you okay?" He asks and I smile.

"I'm fine. I didn't really like him anyways." I say and he starts driving. "To be fair, you were right about Amber. She said she liked me and I caught her making out with a sophomore by the lunch room." He says.

"I can't believe she lowered her standards to a sophomore. Are you okay?" I ask and he nods.

"About the Amber thing, yeah. I'm just mainly worried about my mom and she only has a 50% chance of living." He says and purses his lips together. I grab the hand he isn't using to drive with and intertwine our fingers.

"It'll be okay. Either way. If she lives, its beyond amazing. If she passes, at least she won't suffer anymore." I say in the most calming way possible. He tries to smile and it just ends up as a weird lip movement.

"I never really believed in the whole "heaven' thing. It just seemed like it was too good to be true. If we can't even be 100% happy when we are alive, then why when we're dead? Plus God creating everything before mankind was even evolved just seems ridiculous. How does one create their fathers father and it isn't biologically possible to have a child without intercourse." He says.

"I'm not that religious and I haven't been to church in over a year so I can't really answer any of that. I guess I was raised to believe in God but as I got older and life got harder I lost faith. Usually that's when people restore theirs, when all hope is lost, but I just couldn't since everything kept getting worse and never better. I guess there is no real proof that God exists but that doesn't mean he doesn't. But I'm sure if someone made it all up they're having a blast laughing at us on the other side." I say and he chuckles.

There's that Smiley math geek I know.

"Quick question, if you saw big foot, would you run from it or towards it?" I ask making conversation since the ride to the airport is kinda long.