Death By Love

Death By Love: Introduction

Death By Love

"You better not call him over here." I threatened, jabbing a finger in Conner's side.

He flinched, "Ouch, okay now I'm definitely doing it!"

"No, no, no, no, no!" But it was too late, he was already calling out his name.

"Teach you to poke me, that was unnecessary and you know it." Conner muttered while nursing his 'wound'.

"Hey, Conner." Justin grinnedas he came to a stop in front of usand 'man-hugged' Conner.

Then his attention was on me. "Hey babe."

Babe? Are you serious. I hated that word and I had told him that the first time he had called me that, not that he cared, obviously.

I grimaced as he hugged me, shooting invisible daggers at Conner who was standing there behind us shaking with silent laughter.

I plastered on a smile as we broke apart. I looked up at Justin's eyes, which were greedily taking me in. He dragged them up, lingering on my breasts, before meeting my eyes.

Conner cleared his throat. "Alright, Justin. We'll meet you at lunch." he said, and keeping the conversation short Justin just nodded then leaned in and pecked me on the lips.

"I hate you, I hope you know that." As soon as Justin was out of sight I slapped Conner on the arm and stomped off.

"Why, for making him leave? You should thank me, he looked like he was about to rape you."

"Whatever, he's a typical male. Sex almost always on his mind."

"Well that means you could be right about the rape thing but anyways why do you care. You were about to crack a rib back there and then you get all serious." I glanced at him, he chuckled.

"I made your 'boyfriend' come and annoy you because you told me not to do it but I wasn't inviting him over his to eye-fuck you like you were a thanksgiving dinner."

"I can not believe you just compared me to a Thanksgiving turkey. And why do you finger quote 'boyfriend'?"

"'Cuz, you've only went out with the guy for like three days right. Not technically your boyfriend in my eyes."

"I'm surprised you've went out with him this long. You practically hate him." Conner continued.

"I don't hate him, I don't think I hate him." I stopped. "No, no, I hate that one dude from the like sixth grade who stalked me but yeah. Justin is a player, I knew that when I met him and I knew that when Chrissy set me up with him last Friday. I couldn't refuse her persuasion, you know no one can."

We rounded the corner when Conner suddenly stopped, "I think you have a reason to break up with him now."

I stopped, "What are you talking about? Him being a player isn't any proof."

Conner's eyes flashed with anger as he shook his head. Before I could ask him what was wrong he took off down the hall.

"Conner! What are you....oh no." I stared after Conner and then to where he as staring before. Justin and Conner's girlfriend were stepping into the janitors closet, lips locked.

High school, relationships end faster than they began.