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Belongs to Haim Saban, Fox Kids, and Disney. I only own some of the plot.
Minutes later, Conner came sauntering into Hailey's Cyberspace.
"Conner! You're okay," Krista cried in relief.
"Of course I'm okay. What are you, stupid?" Conner asked rudely.
"Whoa," Trent Fernandez said from behind the counter.
"Conner?" Krista questioned. "What happened? What did that thing do to you?" she questioned.
"Nothing. It didn't do nothing to me. You just need to chill out, babe," Conner sneered.
"'Babe'?" Krista repeated. "Did you just call me 'Babe'?" she angrily asked.
"So, what? You should be grateful that I'm acknowledging you at all," Conner told her.
"Conner!" Hailey and Trent exclaimed in surprise.
"Listen Princess, why don't you give me a Berry Smoothie? And make it quick," Conner said.
"Excuse me?" Hailey queried. She couldn't have heard right. Even when he had been a cocky athlete, he hadn't been this bossy.
"Dude, you feelin' okay?" Trent questioned.
"You heard me. Come on, hurry it up," Conner sneered, completely ignoring Trent.
"Not until I get a 'Please'," Hailey responded. She didn't care what had happened in that attack. He wasn't going to get away with being disrespectful towards her.
"Fine. Please give me a Berry Smoothie," Conner growled.
"That's better," Hailey approved. "And it's coming right up," she continued, getting to work. Conner huffed and rolled his eyes. A few minutes later, the drink was done.
"Here you go," Hailey told him.
"'Bout time. In the future, don't make me beg," Conner retorted, taking the drink. Then, he walked off.
"Hey! You have to pay for that!" Hailey called. The boy just waved a dismissive hand at her as he headed out the door, bumping into Tommy and Kimberly.
"Oh, sorry, Conner," they apologized.
"Watch where you're going," Conner snapped.
"Talk about mood swings," Kimberly said.
"What's up with him?" Tommy wondered at the same time. They walked up to Hailey.
"Hey, Hailey," Kimberly greeted.
"Hey, Kim. What can I get ya?" Hailey asked.
"A Pink Berry Blast. And, if it's not too much trouble, could you put a rush on it? I have to get back to my gymnastic students," Kimberly said.
"Yeah, no problem," Trent said, as he mixed up the ingredients.
"Hey, by the way, what's gotten into Conner?" Tommy wondered, as the machine started up.
"Beats me. He totally wasn't himself," Hailey said, talking over the noise.
"Yeah, he was acting like a total jerk. He didn't even pay for his drink," Trent added.
"Weird," Kimberly said. Then, when the drink was done, he handed it to Kimberly, who gave the boy some money.
"This is too much," he said.
"I'm covering Conner," was the answer. Then, "Well, I hate to bail on you guys, but I gotta get back to the kids."
"I'll walk you over there," her boyfriend offered.
"Great," she grinned. Then, they walked out.
"So, what do you think is wrong with Conner?" Trent wondered.
"I don't know. But whatever it is, I hope he gets over it soon," Hailey replied.