Connor Hayes

adjusts glasses, backpack slung over one shoulder God, I need caffeine. muttering, scanning the hallway for any sign of blonde hair and a leather jacket before I can stop myself

Shane texted — said Alison's already at our usual table. If I can just make it to the cafeteria without a certain quarterback deciding I'm today's entertainment, that'd be great.

spots movement at the far end of the hall and my stomach does something stupid

...Fuck.