I’ve never seen a girl bitch off to someone in a McDonalds. He said, a smile forming. I laughed and looked around. Most people had gone back to their conversations, except for the group of ladies who were now watching me.
So what’s mine ? I asked, looking down at the tray.
Here, Connor said, handing fries and me a burger. I raised my eyebrow as I looked at the rest of the food left over.
You’re going to eat all that ?
He looked down and shrugged. Yeah.
How are you not fat ? I asked as he stuffed his face. He shrugged and swallowed.
How are you not fat ? He asked, grabbing his second burger.
What do you mean ? I asked as I chewed my fries.
You eat like no other. He said as if it was obvious. I frowned as swallowed, looking down at my half eaten burger.
No I don’t. I said, glaring playfully at him.
He scoffed. You ate nearly four pieces of pie at the coffee shop, and I’ve never seen you being picky during lunch at school. I frowned and looked at him.
If I didn’t have a crazy fast metabolism, I guess I would be morbidly obese. I said thoughtfully, grabbing more fries. Connor burst out laughing, leaning forward and clutching his stomach. I grinned and finished my burger, leaning back in satisfaction.
You’re different. Connor said, pointing at me with a fry. I raised my eyebrow, and let out a small laugh.
Thank you ? I asked.
It’s a complement. He said with a shrug, his eyes twinkling. We ate in a comfortable silence for a couple more minutes.
Ready to leave ? He asked, picking up the tray.
Yeah. Once we got in the car, Connor got a phone call. He glanced down at the screen before answering.
What’s up Matt ? He asked, confused.
Wait what ? He paused, no !
He glanced at me and sighed. She’s right here. He rolled his eyes and handed me his phone.
Uh, hello ?
Bella Brown where the hell are you ?! Jess’s shrill voice rang through the phone. I winced and yanked the phone from my ear.
I though you said it was Matt ! I hissed angrily at Connor. He held his hands up in surrender, looking guilty.
Jessica, calm down. I said slowly, bring the phone slowly back to my ear.
Are you high or something ? She snapped.
What ? No ! Why would you say that ?
Well that would be the only explanation as to why you’re with Connor Michaels right now ! I frowned and glanced at Connor, who was now watching me carefully, waiting for my response.
Calm down Jess, I’m fine. I needed a day off, that’s all. I said, trying to keep the annoyance out of my tone.
What about your date with-
Bye Jess. I snapped, hanging up. I turned to give the phone to Connor, who now looked pissed.
Your date with… ? He asked, his eyes narrowed. I rolled my eyes and handed him the phone, looking away.
Just drive. I muttered, staring out the window as he started the car.
Connor’s POV
Bella is incredibly bi polar. One second she is joking around, the next, she is giving me the cold shoulder. Somebody’s conflicted. I’ve never been a patient person, and she was really testing my limits.
A date with Liam ? What was she thinking ? When I called her different, I had meant she was interesting. Something about her made me want to get to know her better, and whether she liked it or not, that’s exactly what I was going to do.
Bella’s POV
I could tell that Connor kept looking at me every now and then, and it was bothering me, a lot.
Would you stop that ? I hissed, turning to face him.
Stop what ? He asked innocently. I gritted my teeth and turned away, balling up my hands into tight fists.
Mood swings. He muttered, turning onto an empty street.
Asshole. I muttered.
Connor glared at me before make a sharp left turn and pulling over. I saw his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, anger rushing through him.
What the hell is your problem ? He asked through gritted teeth. I frowned and looked away, ignoring him.
Answer me ! He snapped, slamming his hand down on the wheel. I jumped at the noise, fear beginning to fill me.
Stop yelling. I mumbled, avoiding his eyes.
No ! I won’t stop yelling because you’re pissing me off all the time. What the fuck is wrong with you ? He snarled, shaking slightly. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I did the only thing that came to mind-
I ran.
I unbuckled myself and flung open the door, sprinting off to the side. I must be in a park, I thought to myself, as I ran. Connor was scaring me and I had to get away. If I didn’t, I was going to break down and tell him everything, something that I just couldn’t do. I ran around the playground and into the woodsy area. I came across a bench, surrounded by a couple trees and a table.
A perfect place to think.
Now I know it was stupid to just run off like that, but after my break down this morning, I didn’t know what else to do. I don’t know what it is, but when I’m around Connor, I can’t control my emotions- the feelings running through me. As awful as it sounds, he reminds me of Sam- well, the version of Sam that I loved. I know that a lot of girls all love the kind of guy that is sweet and caring : the perfect gentleman. For some reason, I was always into the bad boy- the one that was tough yet funny, caring but not sickly sweet, and had that sexy personality. Sam was all that. Key word : was.
It all started when he started drinking. It was during that time that he became more sexually demanding. I remember the first time he hit me, every time he did, the memory and pain was embedded in my head. We were at a party and he had been drinking a lot, but claimed he was fine. I remember him taking me into an empty hallway, away from everybody else. We had started kissing when his hands started to feel around. At first I was okay with it, but then he slipped one of his hands down my shirt and under my bra. I was fifteen at the time, so I panicked and pushed him away. I remember vividly the look on his face after I pushed him away-