It was affer a while, that Connor, that wanting to appear like a fool just standing in the courtyard, that he headed to the gym.
He didn't go in though. Part of him was afraid. He had never gone to any of his school dances, so this was a first for him. He could be pretty clumsy-what was to say he wouldn't destroy a few thi gs trying to dance? He sat down carefully, not wanting to destroy the whiteness of the suit, and sighed.
He held the flowers loosely, what was he doing? He was enjoying spending time with Kijani. She was tough, funny, nice. Soft-not that he would ever tell her that, that was a sure fire way to get his butt kicked, he thought. But yes, soft, there was a oart of her that was just a normal girl-the one dressing up for a dance. She also had a hidden past, that much had been clear on the first day.
She had stood up for him, amd for Austin. If Connor hadn't pulled himself into it, tried to stop john for antagonising Austin, would that fight have turned out how it did? Not that he would ever have just sat there and let John fight Austin. He smiled slightly, pressing a hand to his side, where he knew there was bruising, it was tender to touch, he would wear the bruises with pride, because he nad gotten them for his friend.
But, essentially, it was his fault she was without her powers. Yet she didn't seem to hold that against him.
and he was sitting here, thinking about her, in a suit, with a handful of flowers. The normalcy of that caused him to laugh, and then he couldn't stop, because he was sitting here, thinking about her, in a suit with a handful of flower. Him, Connor Stark, thinking about a girl while waiting for a dance to begin, and if that wasn't funny, what was?
It was then that he realised he nadnt played a comouter game, or any game for that matter since coming here. He had just seemed so busy.
Maybe real life was better then virtual life.