„And that’s about it,” Connor finished describing
his homework and took a sip from his coffee. He was already on his second one.
Jude had been staring at him with a puzzled
expression from the second Connor started talking and now Connor was feeling
uncomfortable. „What?” he asked slightly annoyed.
„You remember all that without looking at your
notes?” Connor thought he sounded kind of…mad?
„I didn’t take any,” Connor replied.
„So you’re telling me you’re not stupid, just an
idiot. Why are you pretending to be dumb?” he was definitely mad.
„I’m not pretending to be dumb. You just assumed
it cause I play sports. And that’s not nice, Jude.”
Jude’s cheeks went red. Connor lifted his mug up
to his face to hide his smile behind it. Oh, how the tables had turned.
„Then why do you choose a smart lab partner every
year? You could clearly do all this shit by yourself. You can’t blame me for
assuming things,” he tried hard to sound like a douche.
„Assumptions and pre-concieved ideas don’t do any
good to anyone. Wanna know my GPA?” Connor smirked.
Jude shot him a look. „No, thanks.”
They sat there awkwardly for a minute when Connor
cleared his throat.
„I think we’re done here, I should go.”
Jude nodded. „I’ll walk you out,” he got up from
the stool and made his way to the front door with Connor following him.
„Hang on,” Connor suddenly stopped and reached
into his pocket. „I think I left my phone upstairs. I’ll get it.” He didn’t
wait for Jude’s reply, he ran up to his room. He looked around and saw his
phone on Jude’s desk. He grabbed it and he was ready to head downstairs when he
spotted something familiar from the corner of his eyes. Jude had a pile of
video games and DVDs on his desk, and Connor noticed he owned his favorite game
from his childhood, Legend of Zelda. His
lips curled into a smile as he picked it up.
„You like going through people’s stuff?” Connor
jumped at the sharp voice. Jude stood by the door with folded arms and a look
that could kill. Connor put the game down.
„I play, too. When I’m not doing homework or
playing baseball,” he didn’t bother to apologize to Jude.
Jude raised one of his eyebrows. „Wow, another guy
who plays video games. You’re one in a million, Stevens.”
Connor shook his head, looked Jude in the eye and
took a deep breath. „Why do you have to act like that? And before you tell me
this is the ’real you’; I’m not buying it.”
Jude gaped. He didn’t expect Connor to say that,
he completely caught him off guard. He knew he was staring and he could feel
his face heat up but he couldn’t look away.
Connor didn’t ask that because he wanted to be an
ass. He had seen the real Jude surface a couple of times and he genuinely wanted to
understand what was going on with him. He wasn’t just some angsty kid, he knew
there was a reason behind his shitty attitude.
After about a minute just staring at each other, Jude’s
face hardened. „What the hell do you care, it’s none of your business,” he
„I know it’s not my business,” Connor said softly.
„And I care ’cause I think we could be friends,” he continued with the same
Jude bursted out in a humorless laughter. „Oh my
god, I knew it.”
Connor frowned. „Knew what?”
Now it was Jude’s turn to shake his head. „That
you’re just some confused straight boy that wants to experiment with the only
out gay kid at school. Sorry, ’bro’,
I’m not doing this again. You’re banging on the wrong door.”
His words felt like a punch in Connor’s stomach.
He wanted to explain how it wasn’t about that and he got it all wrong but the
words just wouldn’t come out. He just stood there with his mouth hanging open.
Jude scoffed. „Get out,” he whispered.
Connor didn’t move, he couldn’t move.
„GET THE FUCK OUT!” Jude yelled, breathing
Connor’s shoulders slumped. Without saying
anything, he walked out of the room.
Me a few days ago: I’m at peace w n52. I don’t care anymore. Whats done its done.
Me: *reads fic with pre n52 jasons personality with actual good characterization*
Me: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it, the n52 can fucking choke I’ll never forgive them