Connor's P.O.V.
As Ricky's house came into sight, I could already tell this was gonna be fun. I pulled up next to Ricky's car in the driveway. There were so many people but the only car there was Ricky's. Maybe people just walked.
I stopped the car and got out. I looked in the yard. Some people were passed out. Some were making out. Either way, I knew they wouldn't remember any of it by the looks of them.
I went up to the front door and the music blasting seamed louder now. I walked in and was hit with the stench of alcohol and smoke - not that I minded.
I looked around for one of the guys until I spot Sam in the corner sitting with - oh dear god - Chelsea?! Why the hell is he with her? I walked into the kitchen hoping to find another one of the guys to straighten this out.
Something was burning inside of me that I couldn't shake. It made me sick to my stomach and I hated it. Why the hell would he fucking talk to her?Wait - why do I care? She embarrassed me in front if everyone. I'm so confused.
In the middle of my thoughts, I heard familiar voices in front if me. I looked to see Jc, Ricky, Kian, and Trevor. They were looking at me with confusion.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing. You just seemed out if it. You okay?" Kian's breath brought the smell of smoke to my nose. I inhaled and laughed softly.
"Why is Sam with her? Since when did he ever talk to her? Why is she even here?" I asked, rage burning inside me.
"Connor, calm down. They're-" Trevor started.
"Dating!?" I asked.
"Cousins." Ricky finished.
I felt myself get flusters. The other guys started chuckling and then handed me a drink. I drank quickly, hoping to forget what just happened.
Jc and I walked through the house looking at all the people doing stupid drunk things. I kept running into Sam and Chelsea. Every time I did, I got another drink.
At one point in the night, I got separated from Jc and was by myself. I've only been in Ricky's house once, but I couldn't remember where certain rooms were.
I was looking around for the bathroom, when I stumbled into a closet. I looked around and noticed there was a gun cabinet. I thought nothing about it and ignored its presence.
I walked around the room taking in everything that was in here. I never knew Ricky had any guns. It surprised me a bit.
I got bored in the room and decided to leave. I didn't want anyone to come in and think I was gonna end up shooting up the place. That'd be crazy.
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