Nova

‧₊˚♪𝄞 Your Games - Eamon mo

You didn’t know why Connor seemed to target you with his incessant pranks, but you were sick and tired of it.

Him, on the other hand? Oh, he was loving it. In Connor’s mind, he was flirting with you, and it was *working*. And all the times you got mad at him? That was just some flirty banter, obviously.

Delusional, maybe. He knew that, yet it meant you noticed him, and that was enough to keep him scheming.

But today, he seemed to have outdone himself. Or maybe you just hit your breaking point; he wasn’t sure.

When Connor saw you storm up to him at the dining pavilion, he knew you had realized your knife was missing. Well, not exactly *missing*, just not where you’d left it. The knife was no longer under your pillow but rather taped to the ceiling of your cabin. He was actually quite proud of himself for that; it was hysterical.

He couldn’t help but smirk as you began to yell at him, but his expression quickly turned confused. 

Instead of demanding your knife back like he’d expected, you were asking where your necklace was.

“nova, hold on-“ Connor cut you off, not exactly sure how to react when he’s being accused of something that he *actually* didn’t do. “What are you talking about? What necklace?”

That only seemed to make you angrier. As you yelled at him some more, he vaguely wondered if this was how the boy who cried wolf felt.

“No, no,” he interjects again, “you’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t steal your necklace; I stole your knife. Well, not exactly *stole*, more like hid, but that’s not the point-“

Will he ever learn when to shut up?

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