Connor's POV 

I just stared. I couldn't move. His eyes were like two clear glorious haiwain oceans that I could just drown in. He was...beautiful. I saw his lips moving and I suddenly moved my eyes to his lips to see what he was saying but it was all just mumble jumble. Fuck. What did he say? Hey moved his lips again and this time I got it. “Well, bye I guess.” is what I caught from his mouth. He then walked away quickly, presumably trying to not be late to first hour. 

I only knew two things about him.

His eyes were beautiful and his lips looked soft.

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As I sat in my first class of the day, I watched as the rest of the students walked in. Some of them were chatting and laughing with each other and others just sat quietly at their

seats. I sat there with an excited smile on my face and then the teacher came in the room. I saw everyone's mouths stop moving. The teacher looked at me and I smiled even though I was secretly praying to whatever god that she wouldn't call on me. 

“So before we start anything we have a new student with us today.” I saw her sign.

Fucking hell.

“Connor Wiliams, please, come up and introduce yourself.” I saw her sign again.I smiled wearily and stood up, walking to the front of the class. As I stood there I kept switching between tapping my foot and playing with a loose thread on my shirt. “Uh-..hi, I'm Connor and if you're wondering why Mrs. Anderson is doing sign language it's because I'm deaf, yipee."-I saw a few students smile, the others watching me with attentive eyes.- “I can read lips but sometimes signing is easier. Uhm..I used to live in Fresno and I guess that's all.” 

Mrs. Anderson told me I could sit down and so I did. We didn't do much, It was English so it was relatively easy. Plus we just read for the last half of class, which I had no problem with. I love reading. It's always been my escape since I can’t really listen to music and if I did then I would only be able to feel the beat if the music was really loud or I'd only be able to read the lyrics which, where's the fun in that?  

My favorite author of all time has to be R.L Stine. Other than that I love reading poems. It's so fascinating to me how you can fit such emotion and meaning in just a couple of sentences. 

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I just had lunch. 

It sucked.

It was so loud- okay well it seemed loud- and busy. I ended up just eating outside in the school's garden. It was peaceful. After I finished my food I let myself  get lost in the feeling of the different flowers grazing my fingertips. It was euphoric. I pulled up the sleeves on my hoodie to reveal my arms, letting my arms feel the same euphoric feeling. 

I looked down at my arms and to my wrists. You could hardly see them but they were there. 

Scars.

Scars that only my mom and I knew were there. Scars from a battle that I had faced once in my life that I'm still facing from time to time. 

The watch on my wrist blinks three times, the time on it reading 11:30. I sighed as I pulled down my sleeves and stood up, grabbing my lunch pail and my backpack, walking back into the school. I walked to my fifth class of the day, study hall. I planned on just reading the whole time. I sat down in one of the seats in the back of the room, three other people coming in behind me.

Then I saw him. The boy from earlier today. The beautiful boy with the beautiful eyes and soft looking lips. We made eye contact and surprisingly he smiled at me and started to walk my way. He sat down in the seat by mine and said something. I felt like such a burden but I just had to know what he said or asked. 

“I'm sorry, what?” I asked shyly. Jesus, he probably hates me now.  “I asked if this seat was taken.” I read from his lips. “O-oh. No it's not. I'm Connor by the way. And you are..?” I trailed off, taken aback by my sudden confident approach. “Oh, silly me, sorry, I'm Bonnie.” He introduced himself, a blush appearing on his face. I smiled a smile of pure adoration for the boy next to me. 

“Hey if it's okay with you can you please write on paper if you talk too fast? I'm uh..well I'm  deaf.” I asked, my hand rubbing nervously at the back of my neck. He blushed even more and his eyes widened a little bit. Shit. I said something wrong didn't I? Should I have just told him right off the bat? His face then softened and he smiled and nodded.

“T-thanks.” I said. I then saw him with an expression of hesitation on his face and then he began to take a blank piece of lined paper out of some pink notebook and began writing on it. After a bit, he handed it to me with a smile. I smiled back at him, taking the paper. It read:

WANNA COME TO MY HOUSE AFTER SCHOOL?