I stared at my phone, and the picture of Connor and I kissing in my car before we left to go nap at his house. Someone had taken the picture through one of the classroom windows by the looks of it. There was only a single caption over the photo.Guess who's the ultimate fuckboy?

The girls' soccer game had finished up with the home team winning by two goals, and I was already sprinting for my car, ready to finish the night strong. Connor and the others were following behind as quickly as possible, considering Connor's condition.I had opened the trunk and was changing my clothes in the parking lot. Connor had reached me just as I was a

Later in the day after Mr. Porter spoke with me, my mind was racing with thoughts on what I should do. I loved being with Connor and just hanging out, but when I thought of how everyone made my personal relationships their own business and even made bets on my sexual life, I grew old of it. Part of me wanted to end the whole romantic part of our relationship and just go back to being friends like how the beginning of the year was, but then the other part of me wanted to run away with Connor and just be together without anyone else bugging us.