Bad Boy With Scars

Chapter Seventeen: Secrets

Chelsea's P.O.V.

It's been a whole month since Connors grandma died. A lot of the drama that's been happening lately has also died.

(A/N: did that sound as bad as I think it did?)

Kian stopped being a dick and he and Jc are friends again. Connor isn't mad at Sam anymore for some reason. He even thanked him for something.

It was confusing for the rest of us, but at least everyone's okay now. Everyone except - oh the suspense! - Connor. He's seems to get more depressed everyday when he comes to school. He's wearing long sleeves even though it's almost summer. That gives me a very uneasy feeling in my stomach.

I've tried asking the guys if it's anything we should be worried about, but they told me that it was just the way he wanted to dress. I didn't buy it though. There was something up and I was gonna get to the bottom of it.

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"You still coming over for dinner tonight?" Connor asked me at the lunch table while everyone was having their own little conversations.

Connor had asked me last week if I wanted to come over today to meet his family. In all honesty, I was nervous. I had heard nothing but shit about the Franta family. I didn't know if I could get those stories about them out of my head. They were all I thought about at the mention of any of them. He made them seem like the worse people I'd ever meet.

"Um, yeah." I said and forced a small smile.

Connor smiled back after taking a quick look at my lips and smiling even bigger. I blushed furiously.

He'd been doing that a lot lately. It was driving me insane about how much I was actually attracted to him. I hated him so much, but something deep down inside said something else.

*Skip to the dinner*

My hand knocked quietly on the door. It was more nerve wracking just standing there then being inside.

A few moments after I took my hand away from the door, a girl with blonde hair to her shoulders opened the door.

"You must be Chelsea! I'm Nicola, Connors sister. It's so nice to finally meet you. Connor talks about you all the time. Literally, all the time." She laughed before ushering me into the house. I looked around as I walked in. It was a nice comfortable style.

"Chelsea! It's go great to finally meet you! I'm Connors mom. It's so nice to finally meet you! We have heard so much about you!" Mrs. Franta pulled me into a small hug, causing me to blush.

"Connor does talk about you a lot." An older boy chuckled.

"Shut up, Dustin." Connor chuckled, getting a little red.

"It's fine," I chuckled slightly, laughing at Connors red face.

-Time laps to after dinner because I'm too lazy to write anything that involves someone else eating food-

Connor and I were sitting on the couch as the rest of his family were in the kitchen getting dessert or cleaning up our mess. They told me not to worry about anything and because they could tell I didn't wanna be alone in the house with no knowledge of where to go if I needed to pee or something, they sent Connor with me.

"I need to pee." I chuckled lightly, immediately feeling embarrassed afterwords.

"I'll show you where the bathroom is." Connor took me by my hand and pulled me up the stairs.

He showed me to the bathroom before he continued to what I believed was his room.

I locked the door, feeling slightly nervous about someone coming in on accident. I did my business quietly and washed my hands. I walked out and walked in the direction where Connor headed and walked into a room, hoping it was Connor's.

Thankfully it was. I walked over to Connor, who was sitting on his bed, playing with his hands.

I sat next to him and looked at his sleeves. I was practically begging for him to lift them up. I had to make sure he was okay.

"C-Connor?" I stuttered, immediately regretting it.

"Yeah?" He looked at me and smiled sweetly.

"Will you, um, lift up your sleeves?" I said quickly, but quietly. I didn't wanna seem to pushy, but I didn't wanna seem like I truly didn't care.

I studied his face as I looked up at him. He got pale before sighing and getting up quickly to shut his door. He locked it and then came back over to me.

He sighed once again before pulling up his sleeves slowly. I gasped the loudest I probably ever had when I saw what he had done. I felt tears spring up in my eyes and down my cheeks. There were cuts, bruises and burns all up his arms. It physically hurt me to look at it.

"Connor..." I couldn't find any words to say. I was completely and utterly shocked.

He'd been hurting himself all this time and I knew nothing about it. It made me sick that I didn't help him sooner.

My thoughts were cut off as he pulled his sleeves down quickly. I looked up at his face, which was now completely red.

"I-I'm sorry, Chelsea, and I understand if you want nothing to do with me now or any-" I cut him off by standing up and bringing my lips to his. It took him a matter of seconds to start kissing back, but it took twice that time for him to pull away.

"Why did you kiss me?" He asked softly. "Did you do it because you felt bad? Please, Chelsea, if that's true and tell me. I don't want to be lied to. Especially by you."

He looked so vulnerable in that moment. It broke my heart for him to think I kissed him because I felt bad. I smiled slightly before leaning my forehead against his, keeping eye contact with him at all times.

"Connor, you're insane if you think I would do that only because I feel bad."

A small smile grew on his lips before he brought them to mine once again.