11 She hates me!

"Babe, this is definitely not what it looks like," Troy said, reaching for Connie's hand, but she turned away, still looking at us, trying to 'download' what was happening in her head.

"We... we can explain!" I tried to help the situation, but I only seemed to make it worse. Troy shot me a glare, communicating to me through his eyes, telling me to keep my mouth shut. Point taken.

"Can you really explain?" she crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for an explanation.

"I swear that it's not what it looked like," Troy stated.

"It's not? Really? Then what did it look like Troy? Cause from where I was standing, it looked like I interrupted your little make-out session,"

"We weren't___"

"It wasn't____"

"Not what you___"

"Misunderstood every___"

"Its just___"

Troy and I fumbled over our words. Not even able to finish an entire sentence. Connie just looked at us, not speaking, not blinking, just staring at us. It was like she was trying to study us. I could tell she could tell we were lying. She then chuckled. Not the humorous type of chuckle, more like the sad angry type of chuckle. You know, when you're so mad and so close to snapping and loosing your temper, but try very hard to control yourself. That was what Connie was trying to do, and I could tell she was really trying hard.

"If you are going to lie to me, can you actually try to be even a little bit convincing? Cause I'm not buying this crap!"

"Connie, babe___"

"Mmhmm! No! Don't. Babe. Me!"

"You're just mad over nothing,"

"Mad over nothing?! Yep. That, that must be it. I'm just getting pissed over nothing. I mean I've just found my long time childhood friend and my boyfriend making out in the park, but I'm the one overreacting!"

"Please just listen___"

"To what Troy?! Listen to what?! More lies?!"

"I'm not lying!"

"And you're doing it again!"

"Bee, just listen to me,"

"STOP. LYING. TO ME! Why are you lying to me?" Connie wiped a single tear that was falling down her cheek.

This is the first time I've seen Connie mad, and crying. And It's all happening because of me. And now I can see why she doesn't get mad. An angry Connie is terrifying. So much worse than Casey and Troy combined.

Her face was red, anger evident in her eyes. Her eyes were wet with tears threatening to spill at any moment. Her hands were balled up in a fist. Her breath was loud, and we could hear her shaky ragged breath, like she was having a hard time breathing.

"Connie___" I tried to comfort her, the way she did for me multiple times, but she flinched away from my touch, and the action made my heart sting in my chest.

"I never thought that you would do this to me Sarah. I trusted you. I loved you like you were my sister. I cared for you, so much that I left cheer practice to look for you... make sure you got home safe. How could you... How could I... I... You... This can't be. This is not the Sarah I knew,"

Her words made me feel guilty. I know how awful all this must have looked, but if only she knew the whole truth behind it.

For starters, I had no idea that Troy and Connie were dating. And second, I did NOT willingly kiss him! I mean, technically I did, but after he forced me to. Not physically, but he did.

No matter how much I tried to turn the tables on him, it was all super clear. This was all my fault. There was nobody else to blame but myself. I have broken Connie's heart, and I'm sure she totally hates me for that right now. I can't blame her. If I were her, I would not forgive me either.

"I'm sure we can just talk about this," Troy said, reaching for Connie's hand again, but she pushed him aside.

"Troy Winchester! Stop trying to piss me off! I am using all my remaining strength to not explode and kill you right now. Don't push me!" Connie put her hands in front of her mouth in a begging manner, wiping her tears as she dropped her hands back to her side.

I honestly think that Troy was only making matters worse. The more he tried to talk Connie into forgiving him, the more pissed Connie became.

"Then just hear me out!"

"Hear you out?! Do you know what your problem is Winchester? You are never sorry,"

"I am sorry!"

"No you aren't! You've just been giving me excuses as to why I shouldn't be mad. But you aren't acknowledging why I'm mad! You're not even trying to apologize," more tears spilled down her cheeks. Troy tried to wipe them away, but Connie punched him in the nose. Troy was caught off guard and he ended up stumbling back a few steps. His nose was bleeding, and he wiped he blood with the back of his hand.

I can't really say that I'm surprised, Connie started taking self defense classes when she was like five years. No wonder she can throw such a great punch. Under other circumstances, I would have found this entertaining. Not the whole Connie being mad at me thing, but the punching part. That I would have found hilarious!

"I'll take you home," Connie sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes, staring at me.

"It's okay. I'll just walk,"

"I promised your mom I'd get you home safe, and I'm not going back on my word!" her voice was course, her eyes red and puffy. I couldn't tell if this was some sort of evil trick, but I didn't have much of an option. I just nodded my head in response.

"Just go wait for me in the car. It's in the parking lot opposite the entrance of the park," she gave me the keys.

"Come on Bee___"

"It's over Troy! And if you know what is good for you, you will not dare to communicate with me in any way! " I heard Connie say to Troy from behind, and I could feel her following me.

Sitting in the car, I waited for Connie to enter. I saw her standing at the gate of the park, leaning against the wall for support, her hand on her chest. If I didn't know any better, I would say she was having some sort of heart attack. But maybe this time, it was literally a heart attack, caused by heartbreak.

She took in deep breaths, wiping at her eyes again before she crossed the road. She stood outside the car, grabbing at her chest again. This was the third time now. Maybe it wasn't just heartbreak. Maybe it was something more serious. Was her life like in danger?

She slowly opened the door and hoped in. She stretched her hand out towards me and I placed her keys on her hand. She started the engine and before I knew it, we were on the road.

The last ride was awkward. And I was the one who was hurt, and in the middle of a mental breakdown. And she was the one trying to comfort me and make me feel better. But now, the roles were reversed, she was the one having a mental breakdown, and maybe even a heart attack. And I couldn't even return the favor. I was in fact the cause of her pain. I don't think I've ever felt this guilty my entire life.

But I couldn't let this silence stay like this for much longer. It was killing me.

"Connie?" I called, in a really small voice, not wanting to angry her.

"Yeah?" her voice was hoarse, barely even a whisper. She kept her eyes straight on the road.

"What happened earlier, it had an explanation. It wasn't what it looked like,"

"Are we still going with that story Sarah?" she sighed, scratching her eyes in exhaustion.

"It's true,"

"What? So you weren't kissing my boyfriend? "

"No! He kissed me! Plus I was trying to shake him off, push him away,"

"What is your relationship with Troy? How did you two even know each other? "she asked, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes. This was actually starting to worry me a bit.

"Are you okay Connie?"

"Don't dodge the question Sarah!" she pressed on.

"We met at a coffee shop!" I lied. I was sure that if I told her where Troy and I really met, it would only get her more worked up, "I swear Connie, there really was an explanation,"

"An explanation as to why your tongue was in my boyfriend's mouth?!" she said a little too loudly, hitting the brakes as she did so. I hadn't even realized that we had arrived. That was quick! I guess driving when mad makes you drive faster.

"I'm sorry Connie," was all I managed to get out of my mouth. Sometimes, it just helps to simply apologize and not give any excuses.

"So am I," she got out of the car, walking to my side to open the door for me.

Somehow, those words she said last broke my heart. Most of you might be confused, probably because you don't understand the meaning of those words.

"I'll see you at school Sarah," her voice was low... lower than the last time she spoke. She looked dizzy, and tired. Something felt off.

As I got out of the car, watching her slowly shut the door, and with the same pace, walk around to the other side.

"Are you sure you're in any condition to drive?"

"I drove you here didn't I?" grabbing the door handle.

But before she could even open the door, she just suddenly dropped drown on the floor, unconscious.

"Connie!" I rushed to her side, and tried to stir her awake, but her eyes didn't even flutter. It turns out heartbreak wasn't the reason she looked the way she did.

I placed my hand on her head. Her skin was cold, her pulse was barely there, her heartbeat slow. This was bad... this was really bad! Connie was dying! Grabbing her phone from her pocket, I dialed the first number that came to sight. A number that I would never have thought I'd ever have to call.

Casey!

Not suprisingly, he picked up after the first ring, his voice laced with worry.

"Bee? Where the hell are you? Why did you leave___"

"Casey?" I cut him off.

"What are you doing with Connie's phone?" his voice changed from worried to pissed in an instant.

"Connie's dying!" was all my head could register.

"What? What do you mean?"

"She's just passed out. Her skin is cold and her heartbeat is slowing down! What should I do?"

"Relax! Where are you? Call 911! I'm on my way!"