𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

.－ Five // Connor －. (Re;)

Connor's P.O.V (Rewritten)

Why the fuck did I choose to sit down? To chat, to get to know everyone? Damnit, Connor, your desperate as shit. And now the guy that your stupid fucking brain made you have a stupid fucking crush on is uncomfortable around specifically you, because you disobeyed the laws of social interaction like a doofus. Why the hell couldn't I just find a stall to finish my homework in? Jesus Christ. 

Calm down. Calm the fuck down. Where are we with this at the moment, Murphy? Right. He left with a dumb unfinished work excuse, and your talking to his friends. Like a creep. For some reason they don't mind, though. It's weird. I can clearly see that their social rejects as well, so maybe they had some sort of sense that I was like them? Either way, they've clearly found out how to cope with it. Meanwhile, I'm having a mental panic attack on whether or not Jared is going to the nurses office to fake being sick just to get away from me.

Question answered, apparently not. He pushes through the cafeteria doors, and the herds of people, then sits right back down next to me. I'm staring, aren't I? It was just so abrupt. Like, what about assignments? What happened to those? Don't fucking ask him about why he's back here. Don't fucking do it, Connor-

"That was quick." 

Goddamnit, Murphy. "Yeah, well." Stunning answer, sir. He puts one arm on the table, points it up toward his chin, and leans on it. He's not paying attention at all. Something's clearly on his mind but I should not by all means ask him about it, "What happened?" Ugh, you said that out loud. "Just ran into someone. Nothing exciting." "Ran into someone who made you come back here so fast?" Shut up, shut up, shut up.

"Not even flash could've finished those assignments that quickly." He smirks awkwardly, avoiding my eyes completely. "So your a DC fan?" I look down at the tabletop. "Your trying to change the subject." He flinches, like physically does so, as I look back over to him. Then it happens, he finally turns his head toward me, and engages full-on eye contact. I don't know what expression I'm making, but I don't dare blink or turn away. 

"Look man, I barely know you. I met you today, and now your at my lunch table. I don't have to tell you any of my personal shit because it's mine. And if it helps you at all, pretend I never actually left. 'Kay?" I blink, finally. It didn't hurt, what he said. It was true. I could say I tried to make myself shut the hell up, but then where would that leave us? He's most likely think that I was more of a reject. So I tilt my head, and nod, then go back to table-watching.

He chats with everyone else like that didn't happen. As soon as Jeremy threw a comment his way he just went straight back to regular old asshat-ish Jared Kleinman with a fucked sense of humor, and a stupid fake grin. Veronica started up another conversation with me, and I tried to forget that ever happened. Something about the way he looked at me, though. It actually sort of made me feel, what's the word, dreadful? 

Not dreadful as in the overwhelming sense of dread. But as in when he said that, and when he looked at me with the huge lights over us reflecting off of his glasses? I felt how most other people probably felt when they looked at me. Terrified, maybe. But not exactly. More or less just fucking intimidated. Like he was ready to straight-up throw a plastic fork my way. But, whatever. I threw a printer at my teacher, right? That's how people are putting it? So, if that's true to him, then he's probably more intimidated by me then me by him. At least he hasn't brought that up yet. That's honestly more than I could hope for.

Word Count : 727

Time : 12:50 at night ;-; It's not even surprising anymore－ Edited time : 5:58 p.m. loveliess~

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