The Connor's (Watty's 2018)

It got worse

LONGER CHAPTER FOR YOU THIS TIME BECAUSE I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A BIT. I JUST STARTED UNIVERSITY AND IT'S TONS DIFFERENT THAN HIGH SCHOOL; I'M STILL LEARNING TO NAVIGATE THE WATERS LOL. HOPEFULLY BY NEXT WEEK I WILL BE UPLOADING REGULARLY AGAIN ONCE MY LAPTOP COMES IN ;)

S.O.T.D: I'LL KEEP YOU SAFE- SLEEPING AT LAST

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I hated her.

I hated her as we all slowly got into the car.

I hated her as Evan awkwardly turned the radio on.

I hated her as I answered Mark's call and told him we were okay.

I even hated her as Penn offered to stay with us until we felt a little better.

But you know what I hated the most? I hated the way he stared at her the entire time.

"You okay?" I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and turned to see Stephen.

We had just dropped Evan off because his mom was going ballistic and the others were slowly walking up the driveway.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I snapped folding my arms across my chest and staring, spitefully, as London nudged Penn with a giggle...I hated her giggles.

"Andrea..."

"Stephen. Stop" I growled speed walking away from him and stomping into the house.

We were met by Mark and Des' wide eyes and I rolled mine when London sighed loudly.

"This night has been a nightmare"

I balled my hands into fists and glared at her despite the soft looks she was getting; even Nate was buying this!

"I'm going to bed" I mumbled running up the stairs and slamming my room door despite everyone's murmurings asking if I was okay.

What kind of a stupid question was that? Of course I wasn't okay!

I had failed to eradicate moonshine, one of my only friends here was in a coma as a result, and my heart felt like it had collapsed in on itself at the sight of London's icky lips on Penn's.

Penn...

Why was this happening to me? Why did it hurt so much to know that somebody I hadn't even known for that long, didn't like me? Why did it crush me to know that he had chosen London over me?

I mean, sure, it isn't a competition but this was different. Penn was funny, sarcastic, annoying, and, the best part, he had flaws! Guys like Evan were great because they were the golden boy, great at everything. He obviously had flaws but he hid them. He was so okay with being the golden boy that he always tried to keep that image but Penn, Penn knew he wasn't perfect and was cool with it. He was an open book...and as sad as it was to admit, I had wanted to be the one to read said book....

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"I'm so sorry about Essie"

I had heard this sentence almost a billion times on Monday morning. At the school councillors urging, we were all excused from our morning classes to attend the candle lit prayer the school was holding for Essie. It had lifted my spirits to know that everyone was kind of banding together but I hated that everyone was staring at us with pity. Apparently we were the first people at Belmont that Essie had even sat with during lunch and that fact had basically labelled us the ones to console.

"Thank you so much" London cooed straightening her black jacket. Why was she even wearing that? She looked like she was going to a funeral what with her matching black trousers and black floppy hat...Essie wasn't dead nor would she die.