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I'm FINALLY back to Connor and Kira's POV. Enjoy!!

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX: CONNOR

REEFSIDE
FEBRUARY 9 2004
7:55 AM

Connor pulled into his usual parking spot in the senior lot of Reefside High. Just as he slammed his door shut, he heard his name being called.

"Hey! McConnor!"

He looked towards where the yell had come from, but all he saw was a yellow school bus. Great. Now buses talk. As if Reefside isn't screwed up enough already.

"Yo, look up."

Huh?

He looked up to see his fellow forward, Nate, half hanging out of the back window of the bus.

Oh joy…

"Dude," he said tiredly. "Too early for your mind games."

"Just keeping you on your toes!" Nate replied cheerfully. "We're unloading-hang on a sec."

Unloading? How about if the bus just swallows you? Then I don't have to hear you go on about stupid shit. He waited until he got off. Nate looked at him sideways as they walked across the lot.

"So…how was your weekend?" Here we go…

"Fine. How was yours?"

"Just fine, thank you. So…nothing interesting happened with you? Nothing at all?" Here it comes…

"Nope. Pretty tame."

"Huh. So…what did you do with your Friday night?" And cue the stupid shit.

"You know what I did," Connor replied, rolling his eyes as they made their way past the front office. "You gave me crap about it for two days."

"Watch your language!" came a voice from the office window.

"Sorry," Connor replied automatically.

"Man," Nate muttered as they rounded the corner. "That secretary is nasty. Me and Vince and Sully got six Friday detentions after she ratted on us to Randall. Six!"

"What'd you do?" Connor tried to keep him from changing the subject again.

"Nothing. Just hanging out in the human anatomy lab."

"What were you doing in the human anatomy lab?" Connor asked, although he knew exactly what his teammates were doing.

"Don't worry about it man," Nate said smiling.

I'm the captain. It's my job to worry about you bozos. You'll be worrying too when you get your perverted ass kicked off the team.

"So…how was the baby sitter-I mean, the kids that you were baby-sitting?" Nate asked with fake curiosity, his grin practically wrapping around the back of his head.

Mucho perverted smartass.

The warning bell rang before he had a chance to answer.

Thank you God! You have now overtaken Mesogog as the guy I can count on for a decent distraction!

Nate ignored the bell. "So…did you get bored and play twenty questions and you finally found out why she wears yellow all the time?"

"Gotta go dude. Don't wanna screw up my perfect attendance record."

Nate ignored him too. "Why do you suppose she wears so much yellow?" he stopped walking suddenly, and a kid who Connor recognized as being in Kira's band, and in their science class, rammed into him. "Haha! Hey-if you two get together, we could call you McDonald's!" Nate cracked up.

Connor managed to smile apologetically as the kid hurried past.

"McDonald's is bad for you. Don't you ever watch the news? And what's wrong with yellow?" he replied, before ducking into the science room. Before he even had a chance to sit down in his seat next to Kira, his phone buzzed.

wahtever man. so u didn't hook up wit her???

Grr!!! He checked to make sure Kira wasn't looking, as she liked to do to annoy him, but she was looking confused at something Ethan said.

good luck on ur english test. u fail this 1, ure out next weekend. and stop saying 'so'!

I so don't need this right now. Gah! Stupid 'so'!

He looked up to ask Ethan what they were supposed to have reviewed that weekend, but Ethan was already staring at him, grinning like a crazy person.

Whoa.

"Who let you out of the asylum?"

"Please don't kill me!" Ethan blurted suddenly, grabbing a folder and shielding his face.

Kira shook her head.

Connor stared at him.

"Uh…ok…I won't kill you." Ethan looked relieved and lowered his folder. "Besides, I'm not the evil one."

Kira stiffened and Ethan made a panicky noise and hastily lifted the folder again.

"Dude. Did you just…squeak?"

"Tres nah avul!"

"No, seriously-asylum."

"He's being weird," Kira said, her jaw hardly moving.

"Hmp?" Wow. Real smooth.

Kira opened her mouth to say something, but a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her across the room. Connor recognized him as the kid who had run into Nate as he said quickly "Sorry. Band meeting" to Ethan and Connor.

"Have…fun?" Connor tried. Yeah, totally smooth. Way to go. "Whatever. Anyway, what's going on Ethan?"

"Tres nah aval!"

"Yeah, I got that. Unfortunately, you're going to have to ask Kira for the translation. She's the one in French."

Ethan composed himself and closed his eyes, then said "Trent's. Not. Evil."

Connor didn't say anything for a moment.

The tardy bell rang.

"Eh?" he finally managed. Ethan opened one eye, then the other, realized Connor wasn't attacking him, and he visibly relaxed.

"Trent, not evil, long story." He explained, waving his hand like it wasn't a big deal. "So, did you study for the pop quiz that's tomorrow?"

"Trent's…not…evil…" Connor said slowly.

"Yup. I mean-nope. I mean-you know what I mean! Hey look- there's Dr. O! Late again," he added.

Kira came back over and sat down. "Speaking of late," she said to Ethan. "You're awfully early today."

"Oh shut up."

Trent's. Not. Evil.

…

Riiiiight…and I'm a blue.

He looked up as Dr. O came into the room, followed by apparently-not-evil-anymore-Trent. As he got a better look at Trent however, he did seem different. Trent sat in his seat and smiled meekly at Connor before giving a quick wave to Ethan-who still looked scared for his life-and looking away.

ZOMG. He didn't snarl. Wait a minute…

"Pop quiz?!"

Tommy had been looking down at his grade book taking attendance when Connor's outburst surprised him. His head shot up.

Oh. Right. Pop quiz. Supposed to be a surprise...oops…

"Well, not anymore," Tommy said, raising an eyebrow. Connor immediately tried to look innocent and he pointed across the table accusingly at Ethan, who squeaked again and picked up another folder to shield himself from Tommy's death glare.

Kira looked between the three of them. "If you ask me, you've all gone nuts."

This chapter dedicated to the teachers who are totally awesome, except for when you piss them off and they give you a "death glare" (i.e.: Mr. Heck. *involuntary shudder*)