#connae

“I wasn’t allowed to read it,” he said, and Hanae watched a grin grow on his face as he grabbed the letter from her hands, coupling it with an almost apologetic shrug for his dumbass of a best friend’s behaviour before he began to read. 

Hanae rolled her eyes and plopped down next to him, ignoring the glare she received from the cheerleader she replaced. While Jett most certainly wouldn’t have complained about the lack of space, Hanae liked to pretend that he wasn’t as big of a slut as he actually was. It didn’t bother her, but god did it get frustrating when people presumed Jett was only her friend because he was sleeping with her. 

“Holy fuck!” Jett wheezed out, interrupting her thoughts, and Hanae watched as he doubled over with laughter, his shoulders shaking, “He called you his plumb blossom bookworm?”

“Please stop,” Hanae said, groaning heavily and burying her face in her hands. “And make him stop calling me those stupid nicknames! They’re so horrendously dumb!”

“Isn’t that Conner’s definition, though?” Jett asked teasingly, and Hanae groaned again, even louder.

“I’m going to kill him if he calls me something dumb again, you got that Jett? Tell him that.”

Jett hummed and waved his hand, already eagerly engrossed in the letter again, and Hanae rolled her eyes and snatched it back, her annoyance not matched by the care she took folding it and tucking it back into the envelope. 

Jett pouted at her, but Hanae only glared until he sighed, rolling his whole body dramatically before he stopped and looked at her again. “Finneeee ‘nae, I’ll talk to him about his ‘poetry’ attempts.” A tiny smirk on his lips, and Hanae’s eyes narrowed further, not liking that expression on his face. “Though I note that you haven’t asked me to make him stop…” 

Hanae pursed her lips, feeling her cheeks flare, and slung her bag over her shoulder again, half-stomping away. “No dumb nicknames!” she shot over her shoulder, and Jett burst out laughing.