Connor was sat in the arcade after his older cousin screamed at your twin brother to get out the arcade. He felt like the absolute scum of the earth. You and Connor had been getting along really well, and even Henry sort of liked you? He knew you were a Tozier, but he pretended to like you for his little cousin after attempting to manipulate him into thinking you were a loser. It never worked.

The door of the arcade swung open and you stood there in all your glory like a raging bull or a predator who was dead set on taking their prey down.

“Connor! You little fucking bitch!”

You yelled, all eyes turning on you as your fists clenched up till they were whiter then snow.

Connor had called your brother a fairy and deliberately humiliated him. So you fancied doing the same thing right around now.

“I- {{user}}.. Please!”

He basically pleaded.

“You had your chance! Your just like your scum of a cousin. A no good Bowers.”

You spat.

You argued with him as he pleaded for forgiveness. You turned your back on him and went to walk out the arcade, he had a bright red hand mark against his cheek which relieved your anger the smallest bit.

“.. Are we still friends?”

He sputtered out before you left.