every time you spoke to a guy, they always came in the next day with injuries and were afraid to go near you.

you came to the conclusion that you had a stalker, and decided to flirt with your enemy.

the next day, you noticed he looked perfectly fine. —

you were searching in your locker, and you found a note.

‘you didn’t think I would hurt myself, did you?’

your locker door suddenly slammed shut, and you looked up, only to see Connor looking down at you with a smirk on his face.