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At sixteen, Connor was tall, lanky, and covered from head to toe in freckles, with little beauty marks all over, punctuating the clusters of brown dots. His dark hair curled fervently, rebellious of the one sided comb over he'd imposed on it. It hung over his eyes when he was slumped at his desk, cheek rested on one hand while he snoozed through parts of the lesson. He'd finished this week's agenda anyway.
He wasn't concerned about being called on, since he knew the answers and the teacher knew his test scores would attest to that. Connor never got picked on in school, not by the teachers. When the rare instance occurred when a student thought to try and pick at him, they quickly learned just how impossible it was to get under his skin. It seemed like nothing bothered Connor at all.
There was one thing, however. Recently, he’d taken notice of another student, a boy in his same grade by the name of Markus. He’d seen him first when they were still in primary school, but hadn’t had the social graces to approach him, or even speak to him outside of a few very curt replies. Connor had been more than a little bit lacking in the social department, up until quite recently.
Over the summer, he’d taken his usual refresher and prep courses for his upcoming classes, but he also picked up a book on how to have proper conversations. It was one thing to remain socially isolated as a kid, (it never bothered him), but now that he was getting older, and going to high school, no less, he thought it prudent to finally learn how to talk to people in a way that would make them comfortable. It wasn’t that he was shy, far from it. In the past, Connor was guilty of saying whatever came to mind, whenever it struck him to do so, (when his mother wasn’t around, at least.) This habit had not made him very popular.
It was time to implement his new social tactics and make some friends. He decided it was time, for a number of reasons, not least of which being that his little brother, who had been his closest and only companion up until now, was suddenly becoming extremely annoying to Connor. He chalked it up to hormones, and tried his best not to be mean about it, but no matter what the cause, he had to get some space from his family. Making new friends seemed like the right way to go.
Concerning Markus, it wasn’t a random choice to pursue a friendship with him. Connor had taken notice of him on several occasions, since Markus had something of a reputation for getting involved in other people’s skirmishes. It was admirable, the way Markus was always so quick to try and diffuse a situation, regardless of whether it was his business or not. While Connor had noticed this about him, he never really thought too much about it, aside from being impressed with his courage and patience, but the thing that really sold him on Markus was much more shallow.
It was during registration, when they’d both happened to run into one another while exploring their new school. Markus had said, “Oh, hey Connor! Looks like we’ll be classmates again. I hope we’ll get to see a lot more of each other.”
And that was that. Markus knew who he was and he said he hoped to see him more. All of a sudden, Connor felt a spark ignite inside his chest. He replied with something mundane, along the lines of, “It’s good to see you, Markus. I hope so too!” Taking a note from his book, Connor decided to follow up. “Do you want to walk with me..?” and after that, they just started talking; mostly about what classes they were going to take.
That’s all it took for the two to become fast friends. Ever since that day, Connor thought about Markus almost non-stop. It was sometimes difficult to concentrate on his work, when his mind was busy making up fantasies about Markus. When the bell rang, Connor was on his feet, suddenly very alert, despite the nap. He was out the door and rushing to his next class, his favorite class. It was time for art, where he got to sit next to Markus and ask for his opinion all the time.
He was bright eyed and bushy tailed when he arrived for his class, settling into his seat to eagerly wait for his crush.
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