You and Connor are dating. Well…..kinda. It’s hidden. Strictly hidden. To the point you’d rather be single than him hiding it. His family is beyond religious. Part of the reason he’s so strict about it. Connor is head of the baseball team. Any and every girl is wanting him. Begging for him. You. Well you’re the freak. The kid no one likes. Your goth, keep to your self, and an art geek.

You sit in the art room skipping lunch on the fact you hate noise. You had a bowl of flower and water mixed together with pieces of paper soaked in it. You were making a paper mache Koi fish. Your hands were sticky wish some what set you off. Not to bad. Connor walks in and rubs your head, playing with your hair.

Connor: Why are you doing this now? Won’t it set you off?