during school, so we never did. Maybe once we were in colege.
“Are you going this year?” I asked, realizing it was in just a few weeks.
He shook his head. “No. I’m bummed, but I can’t go.”
I figured his parents wouldn’t let him out of school either, so at least we had that in common.
“So what was the deal with you at lunch,” he asked then, changing the conversation to one I’d hoped not to have with him.
“What do you mean?” I asked, feigning ignorance as I hid behind my coffee cup, taking a liberal sip of the sweet pumpkiny goodness.
“Don’t think I didn’t clue into your subtle looks of annoyance. I could tel you thought the whole conversation was ridiculous.” Oops, I hadn’t meant for my feelings to show up so readily on my face. Sensing this, he said, “Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone else noticed. What was that al about anyway?”
“I just can’t get al that excited about cheerleading and footbal and parties, I guess,” I said, careful not to say anything that might offend him since these were his friends I’d been annoyed with.
“Don’t knock footbal,” he said, as he brought his cup to his lips. He smirked at me before he took a sip.
“Can I knock the other stuff?” I asked, angling my body toward him slightly.
He turned so he was facing me. “Heck yeah,” he said, grinning at me. “Don’t tel Alexis, but I’m not that impressed by cheerleading and getting wasted isn’t realy my scene either.”
“How long have you guys been dating?” I asked, realizing I was dying to know why he decided she was the right person to date and what on earth he saw in besides boobs and spread legs.
He squinted as if trying to remember. “Um, about a month, I guess,” he said. “We met at a party at the beginning of August.”
I nodded, wishing I was a big enough bitch to tel him to run for the hils. If Alexis didn’t cheat on him or break his heart, she’d put her claws in him and not let go which was bound to leave some scars. Either way, he’d be worse off for dating her. A part of me I felt like I should use my inside knowledge for good, but I just couldn’t bring myself to tel him what I knew.
Connor cocked his head to the side as if he knew I was holding back. I knew I didn’t exactly have a poker face, but I didn’t exactly wear my emotions on my sleeve. If he could tel I wasn’t teling him the truth, he was realy good at reading people.
“What’s the deal with you two?” he asked.
I shrugged. “We used to be friends, and now we’re not.”
Connor raised one eyebrow at me, a skil I wish I could master, but I wasn’t that coordinated. “That simple, huh,” he said, as if he knew I wasn’t teling him everything.
“Sure,” I said, being purposefuly vague. “We just don’t get along.”
“In the hal today, it was like watching a preview for WrestleMania. You more than don’t get along.” I couldn’t tel if he was upset that I didn’t like his girlfriend or if he was just curious.
I hesitated for a minute before saying, “I’m going to plead the fifth on that. My parents raised me that if you don’t have anything nice to say then you shouldn’t say anything at al.”
I instantly wondered if I’d said too much. Would he stil be nice to me if he knew of the contempt I carried around for Alexis? Or once she told him about how evil she thought I was, would he stop being nice to me? That would suck.
“I see,” he said, settling back against the arm of his chair, and I knew I wasn’t as adept at reading facial expressions as he was since I couldn’t tel what he was thinking. I realized I’d unintentionaly bashed his girlfriend and wouldn’t blame him if he walked away.
“So, I guess this is it then,” I said, cutting to the chase.
He looked at me in question. “What’s it?”
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