I will not be perfect.
I will not obey my parents' every command.
I will not get straight A's in school.
I will not get a job.
I will not stay home on school nights.
I will not be perfect.
I will have a life.
And Conner will be part of it.

"So," Conner went on, "I'm asking you to talk to her."
In a flash Elizabeth's entire face - no, her entire body - visibly relaxed. And for a split second Conner thought he might even have seen a trace of a smile on her lips. This is not about you, Liz, he thought, annoyance shooting through him. And it's definately not about us.
"Of course, Conner," Elizabeth said. "I'd be happy to talk to Megan."
Conner nodded. This was what he wanted, right? So now he should just thank her and get out of here. "Okay," he mumbled. "Good."
Elizabeth put her hands in her back pockets. She stared back at him for a long moment. Conner felt himself becoming drawn to her, pulled to her . . . He focused on her sculpted cheekbones . . . on her silver, heart-shaped necklace hanging against her chest . . . on her lips.
Then she opened them to speak, and Conner turned around as quickly as possible. He'd done what he had to do. Now he had to get away. Fast.
"Connor -," he heard Elizabeth call after him, but he was already halfway down the hall.
And he was definately not going to turn around. No way.
He couldn't trust himself not to grab her if he did.

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