Fuckboy
Connor grabbed a beer out of the fridge, jumping up on the counter next to me.
"How's the paper coming along? Mine is almost done, I think you'll like it."
I shrugged, snacking on some chips, "It's coming along, and it better be good. If there's anything I didn't approve of being in the paper, I'll fight you. Just remember that."
He laughed, offering me a sip of his beer. "How far along are you with the paper? We're reading them Monday."
I took him up on his offer, "I have somewhat of an intro."