A/N: I enjoyed writing this, my favorite tenner! I love Connor, Wesley is adorable. But Connor can be adorable, is straight-forward, and his indifferent personality is hilarious :)
I liked his friendship with Clare and his crush for her was too cute! We need more Connor and Clare interaction :D
Tell me what you think, sorry that I took so long to update but AP Exams are nearing and I'm studying for TWO! :(
Heartbreaker
"You really think Clare will say yes?" K.C. grinned at Alli, he crinkled his nose and continued writing on the flimsy note.
Alli batted her eyelashes knowingly, "Are you kidding! How could she say no? I am so excited for this dance." Alli said, as she eyed the halls of Degrassi.
It was covered in shiny balloons of pink, purple, red, and white. Streamers were wrapped around the windows and colorful flyers were stamped in each corner.
Clare had not yet arrived to school, to view the wonderful sight.
"Wish me luck." K.C. sighed to Sav and Anya who were distributing the roses.
They both gave K.C. and encouraging smile and off he went. From a short distance, Connor saw the scene and immediately his boyish instincts kicked in. He wasted no time and rushed over to both Sav and Anya.
"What was K.C. doing with that heart?" Connor said firmly. Anya and Sav ignored him, noticing that, Connor turned to Alli.
"What was K.C. doing with that heart?" Connor repeated.
Alli gave a small scoff, "Sending Clare a rose for the dance."
Connor's eyes bulged out of his sockets, seen beneath his glasses and let a frustrated sigh. Alli became alert, "Don't you dare tell Clare."
"She should go with me! We are better friends." Connor protested.
Ah. Yes.
Clare Edwards.
She wasn't exactly Degrassi's cream of the crop. Yet, K.C. and Connor. Especially Connor Deslauriers, saw the sweet, gentle, caring, patient, loveable features of Clare. She didn't judge him for his condition. In fact she was there for him, when nobody else was. Her determination and compassion was more than enough for Connor to actually have feelings for Clare. To want to be more than friends with her, to spend time at robot wars with her, to play a little bit of video games with her, to...take her to the dance.
"Ugh." Alli sighed and walked away, obviously indifferent to Connor's feelings.
Connor grew stressed and dug in his right pocket, pulling out two dollars.
"I'd like to make a purchase, please." Connor eyed Anya and the red roses behind her with a cheesy grin.
"Okie dokie." Anya smiled.
Connor was determined, especially for Clare Edwards.
"Have a good day, sweetie." Mom yelled from the car. Kids giggled at me, and I awkwardly waved to her goodbye.
The bell rang, and I was heading to homeroom. I was awfully tired working on the mechanical portion of the robot K.C, Alli, Connor and I were working on for the competition this weekend.
I straightened out my skirt before I walked in. I took a seat next to Alli and she eyed me knowingly. "What is it, do I have something in my braces?" I sighed and licked them.
"No, no, nothing." She winked.
Honestly. Alli sure was a peculiar girl.
I saw Connor smiling at me and I waved hi to him. Connor was a pretty decent boy. He was really good at school work and sometimes we would work on homework together afterschool. When I found out he had asperger's syndrome, I felt that he needed a friend to go through with it. Reverend Duncan always preached that we should love one another, no matter how different one is. Connor was a gifted and sweet boy also. He and I always knew the answer in every class, and that made us get along even better.
"Big congratulations to Team Degrassi who will bring Panthro here, to the finals this weekend!" Simpson announced in class, gesturing to our robot, Panthro.
K.C. and Alli came up with the name. Connor and I wanted to name it the Gigabot 20. Considering that it had 20 volts build into its system, I thought it complimented the technological theme, and so did Connor. I guess that is why he got along with me the most.
The class clapped, and a warm voice whispered behind me, "Told you, your design would qualify." K.C. smiled at me, I returned the expression and shook my head to hide the blush he was creating upon my face.
I felt my stomach do a cartwheel and my knees shake just at the soft look he gave me.
Just then someone knocked at the door, "Delivery." It was the pretty girl I once saw Darcy talk with on the first day of school. She scanned the room and looked at me. "Of love." She continued and gave me the same look Alli did minutes ago.
I guess she was delivering the secret admirer roses for the dance this week. I knew I wouldn't be attending to the event.
So, I shrugged off the thought and focused my attention on the board noticing we had homework for tonight. I began to copy down the agenda on my weekly planner, when all of sudden I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"This one's for you." The girl, Anya grinned at me. I looked at the delicate rose in disbelief.
How is this possible? What the-
I took it and noticed its soft surface, my eyes then wandered to the flimsy heart-shaped note at the bottom.
I opened it delicately and read what literally shook my hands.
Dance, you and me? Say yes, please.
-K.C.
I stopped and reread it to make sure it wasn't a lie.
"What do you think?" K.C.'s voice anticipated.
A dance? With a boy? I-
Before I could even finish thinking, another rose was flashed in front of me.
"And another one." Anya giggles. I look at it.
Oh, dear God.
I waste no time and open a simpler note with a blue frame lining its borders.
Clare, I would very much appreciate the honor of you accompanying me to the dance.
-Connor D.
This here a crisis. Why me?
I just wanted to work on homework this weekend.
"It's the tread of the claw."
"It's the wire."
"Tread."
"Wire."
"Stop! Why are you two acting like idiots?" I glanced at both K.C. and Connor, arguing why our robot could not pick up an object.
Alli jumped into the scene and crossed her arms at me, "Because, you haven't decided who's taking you to the dance."
I sighed. I knew this was going to be a problem from the start. I had to be fair and frank.
"Then I just won't go at all." I decide and walk away, being followed by Alli into the girl's bathroom.
"Earth to Clare?" Alli snorts.
"What? This is preposterous; both of them need to be mature about the situation. This is exactly why I shouldn't get involved with a boy, they are nothing but trouble." I huff in frustration.
"Clare." Alli pauses. "You like K.C., he likes you. I am positive that equals out to a date to the dance."
"But, Connor is my friend too. I have more things in common with him."
"And?" Alli furrowed her eyebrows. "That doesn't mean you like him."
"But. I can't just be mean. He's been too nice to me, that's just wrong." I explain to her.
"I would kill to have two guys to fight over me. With the exception of Connor..." Alli shuddered.
"That's not very nice, Alli." I mock.
"Whatever." She pauses. "Guess we better go back outside. Hopefully K.C. didn't beat up Connor, or Connor hasn't electrocuted K.C., yet."
I giggle at her nonsense and step out.
As it turned out. We won the robot wars. Not only that. Connor completely ambushed me in front of a hundred people, asking me to the dance.
I couldn't say no. I wanted to, I was about to once I saw the look on K.C.'s face. His nostrils were flaring and his eyes were so lost. I don't know what overcame me and made me say yes.
That was the day I realized something inside of me...I always decided from right and wrong. And stood up for what I believed in, no matter how ridiculous it had seemed.
But, that day. That day, something within me built a barrier, a wall between all those loose thoughts.
My conscious.
Everything became so complicated then and now. I shouldn't even be going to the dance, I had choir practice that night. Yet, when my mom found out Connor, the kid with the second highest GPA in the ninth grade, asked me out to the dance, she smiled at me and took my pale blue dress to get washed at the cleaners, after she and my father took me out for some celebratory ice cream, even though the weather wasn't hot.
The look on Alli's face told me she was disappointed in my decision. But it was fair, in the end. I knew that K.C. could manage and find another girl to take to the dance. Even though, I didn't want him to.
So here I am, on a Friday afternoon, having my mom tie my hair in a ponytail and polish my shoes, helping me get ready for the dance.
"Such a sweet boy. Isn't he your teacher's godson?" My mother asked.
"Yes." I mumble miserably.
Her hands holds the brush that continuously runs through my hair, she eyes at me and I notice a sneaky look in her eyes.
"Wait here, just a sec." My mother left me sitting on my bed.
When she came back she carried a small wooden box in her hands. I eyed at it in pure confusion. I went from confused to utterly disgusted once I saw what she began to pull out.
"Mom." I whined.
"Clare, come here." She gestured.
"Please, no makeup!" I beg, eyeing at the tube of cherry lip gloss and mascara.
"Just a little bit. It won't kill you Clare Diane Edwards."
I cringe at the make-up and back away from her, "Please mom, don't make me." I ask nicely.
My mother rolls her eyes at me and places her hands on her hips, "Fine."
I smile at her gratefully. I really don't want any of that garbage plastered on my face, for heaven's sake it's a school-sanction event, not a rodeo, for me to get clowned up.
I really don't understand how Alli or girls at Degrassi can have this stuff on their faces. It hurts. Last time Darcy tried to put mascara and eyeliner on me, I ended up in tears.
I told my mother, I was ready to go. Seeing that I agreed to meet up with Connor at the dance.
"So, I analyzed this week's National Geographic, and found that elephants don't sweat and they use their ears which have blood vessels to fan out the heat. That's why their ears are so big! Cool, isn't it?" Connor and I are wallflowers watching all the other kids dance, while I stay here and listen to him talk and talk.
"I didn't know that. Interesting." I smile at him, trying to make the most out of this 'date'.
"Yeah, but you know what's better?" He asks and I nod at him to continue, "EZGames just published an article of a new RPG coming out next year, called Realm of Doom." He grinned.
"What's an RPG?" I mutter bashfully.
Connor laughs and puts a hand on my shoulder, he scoffs ever so briefly and looks at me seriously, "An RPG is a role playing game. It is only the best thing ever invented, Shigeru Miyamoto would kill to have been to the one to come up with those type of games."
I decide I don't even want to know who Shigru Mimatoe is anyways and give him a brief laugh, pretending that what he sad actually amused me.
I scan the room, and see Alli speaking with a greasy twelfth grader with curly blonde hair. I look around once more in search of K.C. and I don't find him.
Connor glances at me and smiles, "Hey. Do you care to dance?"
"Sure."
We walk to the dance floor and the song is an up-beat tune. Connor just sways his legs back and forth, with absolutely no rhythm, while I try and keep my moves simple. Ones that my grandmother taught both Darcy and I when we were younger.
All of a sudden the lights dim and a slow song starts. Connor and I eye each other awkwardly and continue dancing just the way we were. That is until, Bruce the Moose, Degrassi's greased neanderthal chuckled at us.
"Kiddies. Tsk, tsk, tsk." He groans. "You are doing it wrong, my man." He shakes his head at Connor. Then, he slams my body against Connor's to a proximity, close enough I feel Connor's breath on my forehead.
"That is how you do it." Bruce wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at us and walks away.
Connor gives me grin that makes me feel uneasy and embarrassed. I pull away from him and walk away quickly.
I can't do this.
I walk out to the hallways and keep my eyes fixated on the steps I make, not wanting to look at anyone in the eye.
Once I reach the east end of the hallway, I hear several boys talking. I walk even faster, when I feel footsteps closer to my distance. A hand grabs my arm with a forceful touch and I look up to those hazel-brown eyes.
"Clare?" K.C. asks concerned. He looks handsome tonight and I notice him with a tie, I would have laughed at this 'formal' K.C. if I wasn't in a bad mood.
"I-I wanted to go with you." I blurt out. I instantly look away and feel his arms on my shoulder, reaching to cup my face.
"Prove it." He declares.
I smile sheepishly, and I don't know what all these feelings are, from confused, uncomfortable, weird, embarrassed, to just right.
He places his hands gently above my waist and I place mine on his shoulders, we dance to the slow song heard from the gym and sway to its rhythm.
"Clare! You're supposed to be my date!" Connor's voice interrupts the moment and the look on his eyes,almost breaks my heart. He pouts and walks away overdramatically.
I eye at K.C. apologetically and turn to follow Connor, "Connor!" I yell after him.
When I reach him, he is by a secluded part of the halls, near the media immersion room.
He stares off into space with his hands dug into his pocket.
"I'm sorry." I say
"No, you aren't." He shakes his head.
We stay silent until he decides to speak, "Why did you go with me to the dance then?"
I take in a deep breath, "And reject you in front of all those people? Connor, you're my friend. I couldn't do that."
He lets out a small smile. "You're too nice Clare." He sighs, "I deserve this."
"No. Don't say that. I shouldn't have danced with K.C. You are right, I'm you're date. It was wrong of me."
"We are both a fault, aren't we?" Connor fidgets with both of his hands.
I take a step closer to him, "I really am sorry."
He raises his head to look at me and pushes his glasses back to his face. "Do you...like me?" Connor breathes.
I know the answer already, but hesitate to speak, "You're one of my best friends. We have a lot in common and you are nice guy, but I -"
"You like K.C." He finishes for me.
I blush and stay quiet.
"It's okay Clare..." He sighs and regains his posture immediately, "As long as you could give me one last dance? And still be my friend?"
"Of course, friend." I smiled at him genuinely and grab his arm, leading him to the gym.
Rejecting a guy is once thing I learned. As well as two guys liking me. I haven't experienced heartbreak and don't plan to. I don't know how Connor exactly felt about me, but I bet it was pretty awful for him that I couldn't return his feelings. If it's one thing Connor has helped me learn, it is that we all can't have what we want in the end, and that we all have to deal with it in one way or another. I just wished I wasn't the person who had done that to him, because during our dance, I heard him sigh with sad eyes and a remorseful pout. I never meant to let anyone feel like that because of me. But I know one day, I will go through the same situation Connor did, or something similar.
A/N:
If you guys haven't noticed, I am going in a chronological order.
I'm not sure who came first, Connor or the vibrator? I'm pretty sure it was Connor. IDK. So next chapter shall be the infamous sex toy! WOO-HOO!
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