Connor POV
It’s a habit of mine to skateboard in the diner when it’s empty since I don’t get a lot of free to be able to do it as much as I’d like, but that day I had been like a prepubescent boy and pathetically used it to try to impress her even though, again, nothing could happen. Still, nothing compared to the high it gave me when I felt her eyes burning into me the rest of the time she’d been there.
Even worse, the high I had felt just from asking her the one question and finally meeting her eyes as she answered. After that, I worked on turning those feelings into anger and hate, which she had made easier with her ‘not pity money’ and the note that followed with her elegant handwriting that’s embarrassingly shoved into a book in my room. I’ve been meaning to throw it out. I just keep forgetting it and staying busy. I’m hardly there.