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Quite the Senior Year

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It’s not like Connor meant to go and punch the new kid in the face.


And he especially didn’t mean to knock the poor kid out.


It’s just… Connor gets into more fights than he should. Things happen; people are shitbags. And sometimes people happen to get caught in the middle of these fights.


And this time, that person was this new kid Connor vaguely heard about from Michaela during homeroom.


The fight immeadiately stopped when Connor threw the punch that accidentally hit the guy. Most people instantly fled because they didn’t want to be the ones in trouble for rooting on a fight. No one wanted to be dragged in with the fight that knocked out the new kid. And also, the final bell already rang. Who the hell would want to stay later?


Of course it ended up just being Connor and a junior-year teacher screaming at him from down the hall (and the new guy on the floor).


When the principal and the nurse finally arrived, the new kid was taken the the nurses office and Connor was taken into the nearest classroom. And after enduring a fifteen minute screaming lecture about how “this is one of the highest ranking schools in the state, that should never happen” and “what will his parents think?” and that “Connor is ruining his future”, he was given three days on in-school-suspension and told to go home.


He didn’t go home because, believe it or not, he actually wanted to see if the kid was okay. He wanted to apologize thourougly and see if he wasn’t too injured. Shocker, he’s not actually the shittiest person.


Connor kept his head ducked while walking to the nurse’s office. By now, because of texting and the crowd, most people knew about the fight, especially teachers. And he really didn’t want to spend more time than he had to here. He just wanted to see if the guy was okay, apologize, then leave. It’s Friday, he has places to be and people to see. 

Right around the corner to the office, he ran into Michaela. “You are a dumbass,” she hissed, stopping Connor in his tracks. “Another fight? I know you’ve already been accepted into a college and all, but stuff like this can start to affect you! People aren’t going to be saying great stuff about you when you’re applying to jobs if you keep pulling shit like this!”


"Michaela, I already got that you’re-ruining-your-life lecture from the principal," Connor said, rolling his eyes and leaning against the wall. "I don’t need it again."


Michaela sighed, brushing her hair out of her face. “I know. Now, come on. It’s Friday and I want to go home.”


"Actually, just give me like ten minutes, okay?" He started to back away from her towards the direction of the nurse’s office. "I want to make sure the kid’s okay." He then spun around on his heel. "Go watch Aiden at swim practice, he looks great shirtless. I would know."


"You’re a dick, Connor!" Michaela called to him.


"I’ll text you once we can leave," he called back, giving her a small wave.


When he entered the office, he instantly saw the kid sitting in one of the chairs, awake and holding an ice pack to his head. He couldn’t help but notice that his glasses were horribly crooked (and that he was hot but that’s a different thing).


"Hey," Connor said awkwardly, leaning on the doorframe and scratching at the back of his neck, looking down.


"You have quite the arm," the kid said. Connor looked up and was relieved to see that the other didn’t look angry.


Connor shrugged, giving a small smile. “Listen… I didn’t mean to punch you in the face. Like, that other guy, he’s a douche. And then things escalated and you were thrown in and… now we’re here,” he explained.


"It’s alright," he said, shrugging. "It was the other guy’s fault. Literally. He dragged me into it to shield himself…. I guess I’m just a bit mortified, honestly. I’m probably going to be known as the kid Connor Walsh punched on his first day."


Connor furrowed his eyebrows. “You know my name?”


The other kid laughed slightly. “Everyone in this school knows who you are. So yeah, I’ve heard about you today and people have pointed you out to me.”


Connor nodded, moving to sit in the seat next to him. “So, since you know who I am, I feel like I should know who you are.”


"Oliver. Hampton," Oliver said. "I would shake your hand but it looked like you injured it terribly."


"Says the guy with the bruised face and an ice pack held to his head," Connor said. Though, he did look down at his hand to see it was already starting to bruise. "Eh, it’s okay. It’s not the first time."


"I’ve heard that, that you get into fights a lot," Oliver smiled slightly.


Connor chuckled, nodding. “So, are you terribly hurt?” he asked, worrying his bottom lip.


Oliver shook his head. “The nurse thinks I might have a slight concussion, so she’s just making me stay here until either my mom or dad get home and can take me. And she’s just making me ice my head. I personally think it’s bullshit. I feel fine and my house is just a couple blocks away. I can walk myself.”


Connor nodded. “Well, that’s good,” he commented. “That would have sucked if you got a concussion on your first day in a new school. Though, you can always just change the story and say you were protecting a naive underclassman.” Connor smiled at him, tilting his head to the side slightly.


Oliver grinned, shaking his head. “I’m not very strong, they’d be the one protecting me,” he laughed, finally taking the ice pack off and putting it on the side table. Adjusting his glasses, he frowned when he noticed that they were broken.


"I-I can pay for that," Connor offered, running a hand through his hair.


"You don’t have to," Oliver said, taking them off and observing them. "I’m due for a new pair anyway so now I just have a reason to get them sooner." He hesitated then before asking, "And, don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you here? Like, I would expect a guy like you to be on a date or something…"


Connor shook his head, crossing his ankle over his leg. “Well, the last guy I was seeing and I broke up a couple weeks back, and my friend Michaela can wait. Besides, she’s not my type,” Connor smirked.


"O-Oh," Oliver stammered. Connor noticed that his face was going a bit red.


"And besides, I wanted to see if you were okay," Connor added on. "I generally don’t like hurting people when they didn’t deserve it. Like the other guy, he’s awful to myself and a bunch of my friends. But you? You seem like a nice guy."


"That’s very kind of you," Oliver said softly, smiling.


Connor then looked at the clock and noticed that it has been well over ten minutes. He stood, looking down at Oliver. “Hey, wanna get out of here?” He asked.


"Wait, what?" Oliver raised an eyebrow, looking up at him.


"You yourself said you were fine, school ended over a half hour ago. I think we should leave. The nurse technically can’t stop you. And my friend Michaela has a car and I’m sure she’ll be nice enough and drive you home. Or you can hang out with us and a couple more friends, we’re all a party."


Oliver nodded, smiling slightly and standing. He swung his bag over his shoulder and pocketed the broken glasses in his jacket pocket. “That… that’d be nice. You don’t have to hang out with me though because of pity or whatever, I won’t take it personally if you want me to leave.”


Connor frowned, shaking his head. “I want you to, it would be fun,” he said, leading Oliver quickly out of the office.


Oliver was silent for a couple moments before saying, “You said Michaela wasn’t your type. What do you mean by that?”


"I mean that girls are great beings, I’m just not into them," Connor explained before winking at Oliver.

He then checked his phone. "Speaking of the devil, we shouldn’t keep her waiting much longer, she’s already sending me threats. But don’t worry, she’s actually very nice."


Oliver nodded. “Oh and thanks for coming to see if I was okay.”


"Don’t mention it," Connor said. "What kind of person would I be if I didn’t?"


Besides, Connor was very happy that he did end up going to see Oliver.