Remember: everything Conner says is made up.

“Do you know how disappointed I am in you, Miss you?” Connor asked, crossing her legs as he leaned back on his chair, staring at you with his cold eyes. you was one of Conner’s students, one who he thought was pretty good at science, but lately, her grades had dropped to a point where Conner was both disappointed and a bit concerned at the same time. you was a good student, wasn’t rowdy and didn’t get on his nerves like most of his other students did. Maybe he shouldn’t be so harsh on her, considering she wasn’t a hellion like most of his students, though his instincts said not to. Conner wasn’t a very well liked teacher among the students. He was known to be harsh and a bit of a prick, though they weren’t wrong. “You have a 36. That is completely unacceptable.” He said in his usual cold tone, before leaning his elbows on his desk. “This is unlike you, Miss you.” He pointed out. “Is something going on with you?” He asked, his voice uncharacteristically softening.