Catch My Dreams (ongoing and EDITING)

Chapter 17: C Is For Connor. And Comedian.

Chapter 17: C Is For Connor. And Comedian.

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Sierra's P.O.V.

The coach pulled to a stuttering stop in the middle of the road.

The road as in a long, wide, endless sandy-and-stony path between large bare mountains and low tufty grass.

"What the fuck?" The bearded driver muttered, punching the accelerator twice.

"Language, Mr. Smith!" Mr. Frat bellowed, his face reddening.

The sleeping students started stirring and I snickered. It was such a comical scene.

"Wazz happening?" Connor grumbled as he cracked open his eyes, his head lifting from my shoulder.

I sighed, "Looks like we've ran out of gas."

Connor groaned, rubbing his eyes, his head slumping heavily back against my shoulder, "Wake me up when this hideous yellow vehicle starts running."

I shoved him lightly, "I never gave you permission to sleep here, moron."

"Shh, shut up," he mumbled, "I don't need to ask for permission. You love me."

"Seems otherwise," I teased.

But he had already fallen asleep.

Pig.

I looked up to see Mr. Fray speaking in a hushed, rapid tone with Mr. Smith. He looked like a boiling kettle with steam coming off, and Mr. Smith was the poor tiled wall - with sweat dripping from his bald forehead.

To my amusement, I caught some cuss words from Mr. Fray. Typical.

"Ugh," Maddie stretched, "this is awful."

"I know right," I said dryly.

Maddie's head came around the seat and she grinned at me.

When she saw Connor's blonde head on my shoulder, her smile twisted into a smirk, "Maybe not that awful."

I stuck my tongue out.

"You like him," Maddie mouthed to me, and did the heart sign with her fingers.

I flipped her my middle finger and rolled my eyes. She snickered then pointed at Xavier, who was trying to keep Mr. Fray and Mr. Smith from going at each other's necks.

"He's hot," Maddie said slyly.

"Who?" Connor's head snapped up before I could respond.

He really should get over himself.

"Dude," I stared at him, "you are a sick narcissist."

Connor shrugged, "I'm a narcissist, but I'm not a sick one."

Maddie and I winced at his terrible attempt to crack a joke.

Mr. Fray's voice suddenly rang out, "Kids, we are out of gas."

All the students snorted.

Who the hell didn't know?

"And," Mr. Fray continued, "the gas station is a few miles away."

All the students groaned.

Rachael pouted and Spencer gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

Grosser than a bunny releasing carrot farts.

Connor grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers.

Fingers intertwine.

Ed Sheeran's lyrics rang in my head.