Bad Boy With Scars

Chapter Ten: Slay, Ricky

Connor's P.O.V.

I woke up to my alarm blaring in my ear. I turned and slammed it hoping it would just break. It didn't.

I stood up from my bed and got dressed. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. My hair didn't need anything special done to it.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Gram laying on the couch. I smiled at her and went over to sit next to her. She looked so peaceful sleeping, so I kissed her forehead and left for school.

Surprisingly, this Monday hasn't completely sucked yet. Key word being 'yet'.

I walked down the same halls I have for the past four years. I can't remember a day when I walked down these halls and didn't have people staring at me or whispering towards me. I've gotten used to it though.

I was so, paranoid, though. I kept thinking Sam came to school and told everyone what happened at the party. I know he wouldn't have done that though. He should know better by now.

I walked into math class before I felt someone pull back on my jacket and I was pulled into the hallway. I was thrown against the locker before seeing Ricky standing there. He looked pissed.

"Outside. Now." His voice boomed trough the not so empty halls. I did as he said and found myself outside, shaking.

"Connor what the actual fuck is wrong with you? You could've killed Sam!" He yelled at me. That son of a bitch told Ricky.

My face got read and I slammed Ricky into the nearest tree. "When the hell did he tell you?" I screamed in his face.

"It wasn't Sam. Chelsea told me she-" I couldn't hear the rest. My heart was beating too loud for me to hear anything else. Chelsea saw me? Oh God. She'll never forgive me now.