A/N: Haii, first Jonnor fic. Don't forget to leave a review :)

I walk with Callie as quietly and discreetly as I can until we get downstairs. I had been hoping my dad wouldn't figure out I'd snuck out. I'd told him I had a really big test to study for and didn't want to be bothered. So much for that. Luckily, he hadn't seen me upstairs.

Callie takes me into the kitchen. "Do you need a ride home?" She asks.

'No, I can walk. It's not too far."

I was embarrassed. No, that was an understatement. I was totally mortified. I had just been about to kiss Jude. And Callie walked right in. I didn't think she saw us, but if she did, it didn't seem like she was going to say anything about it.

"You sure? It's not a problem."

I pray my cheeks aren't as red as they feel as I say, "Thanks, but no thanks."

She nods, and she's about to say 'okay', I can see her mouth forming an 'O' shape, but she stops abruptly, and I swear she knows, that she saw. Because she's giving me this puzzled sort of look, and I feel a little ashamed. But why? I hadn't kissed Jude. I shouldn't feel ashamed. But then another thought pops into my head: but you wanted to.

"Why did you sneak out tonight, Connor?"

And there: I can breathe. She doesn't know. And I didn't want to kiss Jude. I couldn't.

I shrug, telling myself to act normal. "I'm grounded." I lie, hoping it sounds convincing enough.

She looks at me for a second, like maybe she can tell I'm the world's worst liar, and my palms start to sweat.

"Grounded? What for?"

I try to make myself believe her voice isn't really that accusingly, that it's just in my head. "I failed this stupid Math test." I wipe my hands on my jeans and chuckle slightly. "Lame, right? My dad's always getting onto me about my grades. He can be such a hardass."

She looks like she's going to ask another question. but instead she says, "You better get out of here. Don't want your dad to see you."

"Yeah," I force myself to nod and smile. "thanks for making sure he didn't see me."

"Of course."

And then I am out the door, walking as fast as I can, and soon start sprinting. Maybe I can beat my dad home.

I don't beat my dad home. He's sitting in the living room when I walk in, out of breath.

"Where were you?" And it scares me how eerily calm his voice is.

"Out." I answer simply.

"I stopped by Jude's house. He said you weren't there."

"That's right, I wasn't."

"But you see, I don't know if I believe you, Connor."

My dad stands up from his chair and walks toward me, and then he's standing right in front me. And I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. He knows. He knows I was at Jude's. He saw me. He must have.

"I wasn't, I swear."

I blink up at him, trying not to breathe so hard, not to seem so scared, because why the hell am I scared? He's my dad. I shouldn't be scared.

"Then where were you?" He demands.

Why is his voice so harsh? His eyes so cold? Why is he mad at me? But of course I know the answer to that. He thinks I was with Jude, which I was. But I can't tell him that.

"I was at Aaron's house. You know, from soccer." I make my voice sound even, calm. I am not scared. I am not scared of my father.

His eyes narrow a little, and I hold my breathe, willing him to say 'okay' or 'that's fine', but he just looks at me. Searching for any sign that I am lying, and I am nervous. So nervous. Because I am lying, and I swear he can see right through me. And I hate myself. Hate that I disobeyed him, hate that I feel the way I do for my best friend, and hate that I suck at lying.

Finally, he opens his mouth. And I wait for him to accuse me of lying, because he must know it, from the way he is looking at me, but instead he says, "Alright. I'm sure you have some homework to finish?"

"Yes, sir." I nod and hurry up the stairs.

I kick open the door to my bedroom and shut it behind me. Leaning against the door, I let out a shaky breath. I am safe. He believed me. For now.

The next day, I get to school early. I stop by my locker to get the things I need for first period, and then I go to Jude's locker. I am disappointed to see that he isn't there, but decide to wait a few minutes for him.

Sure enough, I see Jude rounding the corner a couple minutes later. I smile when he stops beside me. "Hey, Jude."

He gives me a small smile, but there's something off about it. "Hi, Connor."

I instantly frown. "Is something wrong?"

"No, not at all."

Jude is an even worse liar than me, so it's easy to tell he's lying.

"Jude, I know you're lying. What's wrong?"

"Just...about last night..."

I instantly freeze, my body going completely rigid. He was talking about the almost kiss. Was he suspicious that I said we should go through with it? Does he think I wanted to kiss him? Does he think I like him? Do I like him? No, I can't.

"What about last night?" I ask nonchalantly.

"Promise me things won't get weird between us? You're my best friend and I don't want that to change."

"Of course. We will always be best friends."

Too bad things were already weird. At least for me.