(2 weeks later)

Me and Connor haven't talked about the kiss that night. He hasn't even talked to me in general. He hasn't showed up to school, answered my texts and every time I show up to the Murphy House, there's always a lame excuse as of why he isn't there or why he can't come out.

Is he mad at me? Did I do something?

Everytime my dad has come home drunk, me and Hallie (if she wasn't at a friend's house) have gone over to Jared's.

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I closed my locker a look down the hallway and see the one and only. We lock eyes for barely even a second before he speed walks out. I grab the strap of my bag and book it down the hallway after him.

"Connor! Connor, wait up." I chase and he stops. Why'd he stop?

"(Y/N), don't you fucking understand? People like me don't go well with people like you. We shouldn't even have talked let alone fucking kissed!" He hissed. I grab his arm, making him turn to me but he just pulls his arm away. "What do you mean people like me?" I push back my tears.

"Face it, (Y/N). You're the goodie-two-shoes, the-the basic girl next door. I'm a stoner, a freak. By next week, you're probably going to stop talking to me and go on to some other dude. Just save me the pain and just forget about me, forget about us hanging out. Forget- forget about the kiss." He hesitated saying the last part.

"Co-" He interupts me, "don't try and fucking deny it, (Y/N). You know that its true."

He turns his head away from me as if the sight if him would shatter me like a piece of glass.

Or maybe he's the glass.

"Connor Fucking Murphy will you listen to me for one fucking second?" I start to feel hot tears start to run down my face. He looks at me and he completely went from, 'get away from me' to 'holyshitimsorryimsorryimsorry'

"I need you more than you know it. You fixed this-this mess that I am. I don't care how much you push me away, Im going to come back and force myself in your life. It's hurts me too. It hurts that I have to sit and watch you hurt. It's hurts that I care about someone I never thought I'd care about. Stop-stop pushing me away"

By the end of my speech, I'm already in his arms, crying into his shoulder. "I-I don't care about the kiss. Just stick around a little longer. Wit-with me."