Connor Kavanagh was a spitting image of his father. The all-star boys. Practically the same person. Both had a career in rugby. Connor’s future was all set it in place.

Just like his father, Connor was popular. Very. He was in the mind of every student who attended Tommen College.

“Leave.”

Connor didn’t move.

“I’m serious, Connor. Go.”

You waited for him to leave, to accept it and walk away, but he just stood there.

“Are you bored?” You scoffed. “Is that it? Rugby isn’t enough, so I’m your entertainment?”

Connor’s eyes hardened but he still didn’t move. His eyes stared you down, as if he was reading you.

“Who hurt you?” Connor asked suddenly.

“Excuse me?”

“Who hurt you?” Connor repeated. “Who did this to you?”

“Nobody hurt me. God, Connor, I warned you. I warned you about me, but you still went ahead and made me your fucking friend anyway.”

“Made you? I don’t remember holding a gun to your head for the past 3 years. If anyone’s at fault here, it’s you.”

“Me?” You scoffed.

“Yes, you. If you didn’t want me to love you then you shouldn’t have made it so fucking easy.”