Chapter Twenty Six

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"I was starting to think you weren't coming." Conner opened his door with a wide smile, and it almost made me flinch to see it.

It didn't take long for the smile to fade. "Something's wrong." He noticed, looking bewildered.

"Not really." I muttered.

Conner's eyebrows furrowed together. "Liar."

I groaned slightly. "Can I come in, or are you just going to leave me out here?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

It didn't really work, but Conner did stand to the side to let me through.

I stepped inside, my hands still deep inside my pockets as I let my eyes wander a little, to take in the new environment.

It was an average house. Nothing really stood out at me.

"What happened?" Conner continued to question me as he closed the door.

I pulled a face. "Ran into the bitchier version of Regina George." I confessed.

"Gabriella?" He guessed.

I cringed, which was all the answer he needed apparently.

"What did she do?" He asked, stepping up close to me, gently tugging on my chin so that I would look him in the eye.

I shrugged my shoulders, and Conner looked confused.




I frowned looking at the floor. "Do you-" I cut myself off shaking my head.

It didn't matter.

I wasn't going to be one of those who got bothered by stupid things like Gabr-freaking-ella.

"Do I..." Conner prompted me to continue.

"I don't want to talk." I said turning away, only to have him step around so that I was facing him again.

"Charlotte." He said my name again.

Why the fuck was that so effective?

"Do you find her attractive?" I found myself blurting out so quickly I practically tripped over my words.

"Gabriella?" He was looking at m like he was worried for me, and it didn't help. "I mean at very least objectively she's quite pretty." I continued on.

"Yeah, but then she speaks and it's all kind of ruined for me." Conner said, and I wasn't sure if he was trying to pull a smile out of me, but it wasn't going to work. "Why are you asking this?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "It's stupid." I said waving it off. I wasn't going to let her get to me.

I didn't want to let her get to me.

She was totally fucking getting to me.

Damn it.

"Have you ever done anything with her?" God fucking damn it. I didn't want the answer to that stupid question. I only looked up at Conner when the silence got to the point of unbearable.

Oh gross.

"Really?" I asked, hoping he would deny it – because for some reason that was important to me.

"We only ever made out a couple of times." Conner said.

I genuinely, with out one ounce of irony, really liked a guy who had at one point made the decision to make out with Gabriella.

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