The Worker and The Player

Chapter 1

At Torken High, nothing mattered more than looks, and nothing mattered less than intelligence.

You might say that it was nothing but normal day for Connor, but then, you'd be wrong. He was starting to look like a fool. Especially with the pink button up shirt that depicted blossoming white flowers every few centimetres, and the beige coloured shorts with a brown stain in the rear end. Trust his sister to ruin his outfits. He was lucky though, having an extra outfit in his locker.

Connor walked to usual table. One hand holding a curried egg sandwich, the other holding a carton of choc milk with a transparent straw stuck in it. Connor had a limited amount of friends and they just happened to be the three most popular guys in the school. He was also considered popular too, but he wasn't given attention. He wasn't packed with muscle, he wasn't that good looking and he wasn't a football legend, meaning that he didn't get girls. But he didn't mind, girls were the least of his worries.

His red-haired friend punched him, "Nobody hates you Ryan," Connor said, his voice laced with sarcasm, even though he laughed. 

"C'mon Connor, hurry up, let's go play basketball." Ryan replied, bouncing the ball for effectiveness.

"Why? You suck. Remember that time when you tried to shoot a three-pointer and you missed by like three meters?" he laughed, pieces of bread falling unceremoniously out of his mouth.

"Shut up Connor," Ryan hissed as a pair of girls walked past

"Oh my god, is he the one that Alaina likes? He can't even shoot a three-pointer, what the fuck," the girl with the glasses whispered to her friend.

"Can you?" Connor challenged the girl.

"Can I what?"

"Can you shoot a three-pointer?"

"Who can't?" she remarked as Ryan tossed her the ball.

"Let's see you do it." Ryan smirked, obviously doubting that a short 5'1 could get it in. The girl shot her friend a glance and stood on the three-pointer line. She had not bothered to give herself time to prepare.

Swish. 

She grinned at Ryan and flounced off to her friend who clapped and gave her a gentle smile before walking off.

Connor howled with laughter at his friend, whose face now matched the colour of his hair "Dude, you just got told."

"I swear to God... Shut up Connor." Ryan fumed and shoved him into the direction of the girls. Narrowly missing a crash into the 5'1 girl.

"Woah," she frowned "I already showed you that I can shoot a three-pointer. Do you want me to show you that I can whoop your ass anytime?"

"Hey, chill out, Ryan just wants your number," Connor said, earning a punch from his friend.

"Well you can tell him that unless he mans up and does it himself, I'm not interested. Besides, he  can't even shoot a three." 

"Alright then, at least tell me your name," Connor grinned

"Callie. What's yours?"

"Connor."

"Well Connor," Callie drawled out, "I like your laugh lines."

His voice was caught in his throat. He had not ever been complimented about his features. He would stand  there awkwardly while his friends had gotten all of the compliments. Ryan nudged him, none too gently.

"Um. Thanks," he blushed. Callie opened her mouth to say something when the the bell rang.

"Bye."

"Later."

The blush was still evident after Science. "Yo, why's Con so red?" Mason asked suspiciously as he walked into Italian.

Ryan shrugged, " Someone told him that they like his laugh lines,"

"You'd better introduce me to this girl of yours," Mason chuckled as class began. 

"Play twenty-questions with me, Aliah," Callie grinned. She'd enjoyed lunch, gossiping with Tyler , pissing and proving Ryan the red-head wrong, and meeting Connor. But now, she'd definitely enjoy manipulating Aliah into telling her who her crush was.

"Ok then," she hesitated.

"Is it Jack?" "It's so Jack," Callie grinned fiendishly. "Don't lie, to me. It's got to be him,"

"What makes you think that?" Aliah said, suddenly becoming very interested in the math textbook in front of her.

"Puh-lease. It's so obvious, he's like the only guy that you talk to and you guys are like best friends. Besides, you don't seem like the type to like a guy you can't have." "It's so Jack."

"You can't tell anyone," Aliah hissed.

"No promises," Callie replied, a devilish grin on her face. "Hey Jack!" she called out. "Jackjackjackjackjackjack,"

"Yeah? What?" he replied, turning towards them.

"Do you like anyone?" Callie asked playfully, wiggling her dark eyebrows.

"No. Why?"

"Because someone likes you," she gave him a knowing smirk.

"Ok then," Jack replied, clueless of who she was talking about.

"You are so dead. I hate you," Aliah hissed, pinching Callie's arm when Jack went back to talking to his friend.

"I hate you too," Callie replied, not all lying.

So... Thoughts on Callie? Do you like her or not?

Hi guys, this is my first book and I know it's super sucky. Please give some feedback, even if it's harsh. Its based on my life so yeah...

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12/1/20