Skater boy, femme girl. so cliché.

Connor didn't care, you didn't care. You guys were in love, who cares about cliché or stereotypes?

Despite your intense love for each other, you guys had to keep it secret. It wasn't that you didn't want everyone to know, you just didn't want to hear the teasing.

Though, one day, you rush into the infirmary where Connor rested, fast asleep and bruised, in a bed. He was acting like a fool in the woods with his skateboard, crashed, and hit his head.