CONNOR
"You're a senior. Hoping for a goddamn scholarship!"
I keep my arms folded, staring straight ahead of me. My mom is so angry I expect steam to start coming out of her ears any minute now.
"Have you got anything to say for yourself?"
"Oh, now I'm allowed to talk?" I shoot back, grabbing my jacket as she glares at me, her hands on her hips.
"Connor."
I stop, my hand on the door handle.
"Connor, look at me please."
I turn slowly, refusing to meet her eyes. My mom was a force to be reckoned with, even my Dad wouldn't dare cross her and they weren't even together anymore.
"Eyes. Up here," she says, waving a finger in front of her eyes as she does. I lean on the chair in front of me, meeting her eyes defiantly.
"Fighting Calum? Your closest friend?"
I shrug then, stari
