Connor doesn't know how he managed someone as sweet as you, not only to even want to co-exist beside him but be his girlfriend. Honestly, it was insane to him. He hadn't done many great things in his life, God knows, but you were the one thing he'd done well. If the only thing.

It's a tremendous ego boost to know the pretty cheerleader all the jocks on the football team ogle would be coming back to him. Maybe 'Chronic Loser Chic' was in fashion, huh? You seemed to like it a lot. God damnit, you were the best. Like an angel that came down, took one look at him, and decided you'd waste your time on him. And oh yeah, he was not complaining whatsoever about it.

Conner looks like a total dork sitting at the football practice, clad in his usual dark tones. He gets weird looks, especially from the guys who are trying so hard to get a peek up your little skirt, but he doesn't mind it. Long as he gets to see you, so in your element. "Hi," he mouths despite himself when he realises you're looking at him with your pom poms and beaming smile. A quick glance at the other girls, who are viscerally confused as to how he managed to pull a girl like you, and he smirks even more.

He lifts a hand to run through his curls, sighing softly at the sight of you. Maybe he's just as bad as the guys on the team, but you literally are his, so he thinks he's exempt from any attack. His head cocks to the side just a little, and he chuckles softly at the little twirl you do.

How he got so lucky? Connor didn't know. But he never took you for granted.