Brand New Love?

Chapter 19 - "We Good Now"

Warning: tiny smut

Y/N's POV:

When I arrive at Connors house, I get welcomed in by his mom. "Just a warning, Connor is a little upset and and angry right now" she asked, grabbing something out of the fridge. I nod my head and head upstairs. His door his open, but he doesn't seem to see me. As I knock on the door frame, Connor turns around while smoking a cigarette. "Hey... can we talk?" I asked, leaning my head against the frame.

As he crosses his arms, he blows a puff a smoke. He's angry. I walk a few steps in his room, my eyes kept on him. "Look... I'm sorry for always talking about Rich. It's just, he's my best friend and he's been there for me" I say, walking over to his bed, feeling the covers. Connor grabs his knife off his dresser and throws it at the wall behind me.

Once I turn around to see what he threw his knife at, it's a photo of Rich... with a knife stuck in his head. Ouch, that hurt. Connor walks past me, getting his knife. "Con, can we please talk about this?" I asked, beginning to demand it.

"There's nothing to talk about" he said with no expression.

I walk over to him, brushed his hair back, and kissed him. "Con, I love you and only you... how can I prove that to you?" I say, lowering my hand to his. He scoffed and looked around the room until his eyes landed back on mine. "I want you to see and talk less with him" he said. I knew he meant Rich. My mouth quickly formed a small frown.

Connor walks away from me, going to his window and blowing smoke. "I'm serious, Y/N. Half the time, I feel like your cheating on me with that tiny psycho" he said, not turning around. Fine, if he wants proof that I love him then get ready, Con. I'm about to do something crazy.

I stand there for a few seconds before taking off my shirt. Leaving a bra on, duh. I take a quick deep breath, before calling him out. "Hey, Connor. Is this proof that I only love you?" I raised my voice slightly, demanding him to turn around.

When he turns around and sees me, his eyes widen a bit. Told you, Con... it's crazy. I put a smirk on my face, dropping my shirt on the floor. Trying to speak, he starts to stutter. "I-I... uh, um, its a way to prove it" he says, checking me out. We both walk to each other, Connor places a hand behind my head and pushes it towards him, making our lips connect.

After a few minutes, he takes off his shirt and trails his mouth down to my neck. Of course we closed and locked the door. I tried not to moan, but a couple escaped. "Connor" I moaned. He stopped kissing my neck and looked back at me, smirking and reconnecting our lips. We somehow got to a side of the bed, and suddenly Connor pushes me on the bed while he climbs on and towers me. "Can we not have full on intercourse? I'm just... not ready for this yet" I say as I drag my finger across his abs.

"Of course, I would not pressure you into this unless you say you're ready" he said, being completely serious.

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Connor and I have been talking about everything, apologizing to each other, and just having a good time. Even tho, all were doing is messing around with shit he has in his room. "Con? Is our fight over?" I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder. He puts my arm around me, nodding his head. We sat in his room for a few minutes until we both agreed to head out for dinner.

When we arrived at the restaurant, we got seated and ordered our drinks. "Con... this is too fancy and expensive" I say, glancing at the prices. Connor smiled and took my hand. "No need to worry about it, because you baby, are one special girl" He said. I hang my head down a little when he said his comment.

I pick up the menu and scan through it. As I hear some familiar voices, I look over to see who it might be. Great, just great. It's the whole group. When they all get seated, Rich looks over in my direction, giving me a smile and a small wave. Proving to Connor, I just take a deep breath and look back to him, not waving back or anything.

"Connor, my friends are here... but, I won't talk to them. Tonight, I'm going to prove it"

"I thought you already proved it" he said with a slight chuckle.

I reached over the table, slapping him. I knew he meant when I took off my shirt and shit. Once the waiter brings our drinks, Connor and I ordered our food right away. He ordered some steak combo, and I had a plain salad with some bread sticks. Then, I get a notification. I take a quick glance at it, seeing its Rich, flipping my phone over and put it in silent. "So... what shall we talk about while we wait for our food?" I ask, putting my head in my hands.

"Wait... if we're waiting for our food, then aren't we the waiter?" Connor said.

(Sorry, I had to do it lol)

Then, he leans back, thinking. "Holy shit, your right" I say, thinking about it. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Connor and I laughed about it. Connor and I talked about drama until Brooke comes over and taps my shoulder. "Hey girly, you two on a date?" she said as she crept a smile on her face. I look over to Connor then back to her. "Its not an official date, but sure" I say, also with a smile.

"You should answer Rich's messages" she whispered to be before leaving.

I roll my eyes a tiny bit, then looked at my phone. Rich probably told Brooke to tell me this. I'll just answer the messages, I won't actually talk to him. Oh, just lovely...

Hey
Are you okay? You didn't wave back to me or anything...
I'm just checking in, just making sure your okay.
Please answer this message, Y/N.
-Rich

I quickly wrote back to him, saying I'm fine, and putting my phone back down. I look to Connor with an annoyed look. "Who's that?" He asked. I'm debating to lie to him or tell the truth. But, I don't want to make him mad, so I'll just lie. "Christine, she just told me some girl drama" I roll my eyes again, making it believable.

The waiter comes back with our food, Connor immediately digging in. I chuckle and took a picture, when he looks to me, he has this sarcastic mad face. "Using this for blackmail, so I suggest you do whatever I say" I smirk.

"Ugh, I don't want to" he childishly said.

"Oh, so if you don't want to... then, you don't want to kiss me?" I say.

He stopped pouting and reached over, giving me a kiss. As I blushed, he grabs my hand and kisses my hand. "My princess" he said. I heavily blushed, easily showing. Again, I receive a text message, but its not from Rich.

Need to talk. Bathroom, now.
-Brooke

I put my phone in my pocket, looking over to group, the girls are gone. I excused myself from the table and headed to the bathroom. Chloe, Christine, and Brooke are waiting for me. Christine sitting on the counter, Chloe looking in the mirror, and Brooke up against the wall. Once I enter the restroom, Brooke looks up and walks towards me. "What is up with you? We all know that you don't act like this"

"Uh... Connor doesn't like me talking to Rich, and I want to prove to him that Rich and I don't have a thing for each other"

"Oh, Rich like-" Brooke said, before getting cut off.

Chloe slaps the back of her head "no, not yet"

Super confused, but we can talk about that later. "Then what the hell, Y/N?" Chloe snapped as she steps away from the mirror. "Well... if you don't want Rich to get killed, then I better not talk to him tonight"

"Killed?"

"Yeah. Connor has many knifes and he will use them"

After the talk with the girls, I head back to Connor. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, still eating. I push my food away from me, slouching in my seat. "I just wanna go home" I say. He takes my hand and looks me in the eyes. "Hey, is everything okay?" he asked, being concerned. I pull my hand away from him, and looked to the ground. "I just wanna leave... head back to your house and go to bed" I say.

"Okay, just wait a moment. I'll get some to go boxes and we can get going" Connor said

As he waves his hand for a check, I take a peek over to the group. They're all laughing about something, Rich looks my way. I give him a small smile and a wave, he gives me a head nod and look back to the group. I'm really wanting to go over there to at least say hi, but I'm just too tired to do so, and I really don't want to make Connor angry.

When we get back to the house, I head straight for his room. Crawling in his bed, and eventually falling asleep. I'm sure Connors fine with me stealing his bed. Eh, he can deal with it, because I ain't moving. He could pull me outta bed for all I care. Hopefully, I proved it to him.