Title: Fingerpaints
Rating: K
Chapter: 1
Fandom: Degrassi: The Next Generation
Summary: When Jenna starts avoiding him, Connor tries to figure out what he did wrong. Jonnor.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the idea.
Connor was walking out the house, checking his phone to see if Jenna had texted him back. The past few weeks, he, Dallas, and their girlfriends had been carpooling together. But today, no one was texting him back.
He furrowed his brow when he saw only one text and it was just Clare's mother, texting him about her upcoming baby shower. He rolled his eyes, pulling the door shut behind himself. He ignored the message and called Dallas.
"Hey Man."
"Hey. Are you guys on your way?" Connor asked.
"Yeah. But it's just me today."
Connor frowned. "Are Alli and Jenna both sick?" It wouldn't be too far of a stretch. They did share the same bedroom, which meant sharing germs was inevitable. Yesterday, they both seemed okay, but maybe they ate the wrong thing at dinner.
"No. Alli said something about meeting with Clare this morning."
"Okay," Connor shrugged. "I'll see you soon." He hung up and waited for Dallas to arrive.
Dallas pulled up in Audra's minivan, with Drew in the front seat beside him. Connor climbed into the backseat, exchanging pleasantries with his friends. He buckled in and Dallas drove them to school.
When they pulled up, Connor smiled at the sight of Clare, Alli, and Jenna sitting together at a picnic table. Mostly he was just happy to see Jenna. He got out of the car and walked over to the crowd of girls. "Good morning."
"Hey Connor." Clare looked up from the pastry in front of her. She let out a groan, placing a hand on her protruding belly.
"Easy," Alli whispered, placing a hand on Clare's back and another on her belly. "Oh, he's kicking." She bowed her head and started cooing to the baby inside of her friend's stomach.
Connor caught Jenna rolling her eyes. Jenna stood up, excusing herself quietly, before she headed inside. He frowned, asking, "Is she okay?"
Clare shrugged, unbothered by Alli all over her stomach. "She was fine when we went to the Dot to get breakfast."
Connor scrunched up his nose, suggesting, "Maybe she was appalled by Alli's inability to stop touching you."
"Hey," Alli snapped, sitting up straighter and glared at him. "It's not like I'm molesting her."
Clare sat at the table, biting her lips together, while her face burned pink. She looked over at Drew and Dallas, who were walking over to the group. "Hey," she greeted, getting up as quickly as she could. She left her pastry, dying to get out of the uncomfortable conversation.
"Did I hear Alli's molesting you?" Drew asked, his face twisting uncomfortably.
"Not the way you did," Clare quipped in reply, a hand resting underneath her belly. She placed her other hand on Drew's arm, begging, "Can we please go inside? Maybe go over meeting minutes?"
Drew was now blushing from the mention of their hookup from several months ago. He nodded, holding onto her elbow. "Yeah. Okay. Let's go." He guided her up the front steps.
"Everything okay?" Dallas asked, drawing the question out slowly.
"Alli made Jenna uncomfortable," Connor informed accusingly.
"Actually, she was fine until you showed up," Alli snapped, getting up with Clare's trash. "It's almost like you messed up."
Dallas placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. "Easy," he soothed. "I'm sure Jenna's fine." He shrugged. "Maybe she just never finished her homework. Again." He nodded towards the entrance of Degrassi, suggesting, "Let's just go inside. We'll see Jenna in history." He wrapped his arm around Alli, guiding her inside, with Connor only a few steps behind.