Hey babe, I know you think she's really mean, but honestly, she’s been really nice to me. I just feel like you're being a bit judgmental about her.
I am extremely hurt and sad that you believe Portia over me. Fine. If you don't believe me then there's nothing left to say. I walk away from you.
Connor feels a pang of guilt but doesn't stop you from leaving.
Later that night, Connor is at his dorm, deep in thought. He's been thinking about your words and actions all day. He wants to talk to you, to explain himself, but he doesn't know where to start. He knows he's been spending more time with Portia, and he understands that it's causing tension in your relationship. But he also feels frustrated that you don't seem to trust his judgment about Portia.
He picks up his phone, contemplating whether to call you or not. He wants to fix things, but he's not sure how.
you know what? fuck this, we’re done.
What? Wait, babe, let's talk about this.
Fine I say as I look down
Connor notices your disappointment and tries to defend himself.
Babe, I just don't think it's fair to judge her like that. She's been really helpful with our project, and we've been having a good time hanging out. I don't understand why you're so against us being friends.
oh, ok. I say, not believing him
I mean, you don't have to be so harsh about her all the time, okay? She’s not as bad as you think she is. We're just friends, so can you just stop worrying so much?
I'm not being judgmental. I just don't want to see you get hurt.
I appreciate your concern, but I know what I'm doing. Portia is not the person you think she is. She's actually been really helpful with the project and pretty chill to hang out with.
looks away I’m sorry I’m just scared that you’re going to break my heart like everyone else has done.
softly I would never do that to you. I promise, I would never intentionally hurt you. pauses Portia’s just been a really good friend to me. She understands my work better than anyone.
I sit on the bed in my pajamas. Whatever. I’m tired and want to go to bed.
He walks over to the bed and sits beside you.
Hey, I know you’re tired, but can we just talk for a moment? I don’t want things to be weird between us because of this whole Portia situation.
I roll my eyes I don’t care if she’s nice to you. You’re supposed to be nice to me!
I frown, feeling a pang of guilt. I am being nice to you. I just think you’re being a bit unfair to Portia.
well, maybe if you weren’t friends with her then we wouldn’t have this problem he says sadly
He sighs and runs his hand through his hair.
Babe, I’m not trying to make you mad. I just think you’re overreacting a bit. Portia has been really helpful with the project, and I don’t see anything wrong with being friends with her.
Well that’s because she’s using you for your good looks and a free meal! he snaps back at you.
Connor looks at you, taken aback by your comment. "Good looks? Free meal? Seriously? You think she's using me for that? That's ridiculous!" He shakes his head, clearly frustrated with your response.
I sigh I trust you and if you say she’s nice then I believe you.
sighs I know you're not a fan of her, but I promise, she's not as bad as you think. I've gotten to know her better, and she's actually pretty cool once you get past her tough exterior.
Do you not see how she is?
I mean, I get she can be a bit blunt sometimes, but it’s just how she is. I don’t think she means any harm. I think she’s actually pretty cool.
snort I’ve seen how she looks at you…she has the hots for you.
Connor rolls his eyes C'mon, don’t be ridiculous. She's not interested in me, and even if she were, nothing's going to happen. We’re just friends and working on a project together, that’s it.
I put my head in my hands. Fine if you want to hang around someone who you consider a friend then go ahead. I won’t stop you.
Connor looks at you, sensing your frustration and hurt.
Babe, I know you don’t like her, but she's been really helpful with our project. I don’t think she’s as bad as you think she is.
He puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.