"You know the new girl?"
Connor scrolled through the tabs on his phone, ignoring the two idiots talking over by the lockers.
"Yeah, she's okay. Why'd you mention her?"
"She sits alone at lunch. I'm going to sit next to her, chat her up. You never know who's good in bed until you do it, you know?"
Conner tensed and watched as the two boys walked away. They were two of the school's bullies, A+ assholes. Connor usually made a point to avoid them, but...he looked down at his nails, turned them this way and that in the florescent lighting. The boy sighed. Guess he had to protect her now.
Elizabeth looked up when someone slid into the seat across from hers. Connor's eyes were red and it seemed like his face had become even more sunken than the last time she had spoken with him. She pushed her bag of chips over to him.
"What are you doing?" She asked, pretending she didn't smell the smoke on his shirt. "I thought you usually hung around outside during lunch."
He shrugged, looked up from his phone for a moment. "It's none of your business."
His face was like that of a statue; carved into a permanent expression of unhappiness. Elizabeth could understand that sort of sorrow, the kind that soaked into your blood stream like ice water, making you sluggish and depressed.
Deciding she didn't have the strength to care, Elizabeth went back to her food.
Connor heard the footsteps and knew he was here. He tensed almost imperceptibly, glaring from behind a curtain of hair as Bobby Browne sat next to her.
Bobby smiled sleazily at her. "Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out this Sunday."
She scowled at the table. Elizabeth knew he could break every bone in her body if she pissed him off, and she definitely didn't need an enemy this soon in the school year. Maybe if I just ignore him...
The boy wrapped his arm around her shoulders, causing the girl to flinch.
Very slowly, Connor set down his phone.
"No," he hissed, and both teens looked over at him. "She already made plans with me."
A complete and utter lie, of course.
"Wait, are you-" the asshole looked between the two, narrowing his eyes. "God, gross! You should have told me you were sleeping with him!"
Bobby left in disgust, and Elizabeth looked at Connor with a grateful (if somewhat horrified) expression.
"Thank you," she said, a little incredulous.
"Don't mention it, Liz," Connor replied smoothly, absentmindedly taking a potato chip as he went back to his Smartphone.
A/N: I would be lying if I said Bobby wasn't inspired by Kurt and Ram (Speaking of good musicals, eh?). Anyway, you all swayed me to continue this fic (I also really like writing this T-T). Enjoy!
