Conner was not having a good day, but then any day at school wasn't something he put on his plus column. The day rolled painfully on. The people were excessively emotional. Loud. Mostly obnoxious. He would probably be able to deal with the last three if they were marginally interesting. Today, though, he'd forgotten his math homework. Left his novel on his desk at the apartment. Plus, he got partnered up with a science partner who kept bursting into tears when it came time to do their part of the lab before school started because said lab partner had to work after school.
All in all, it was a terrible beginning of the day.
"Watch where you're going, loser," came a loud voice as Conner felt a "large" male slam their shoulder into his arms, spilling the books he'd been caring onto the ground. It took everything he had not to grab the teen by his letterman jacket and slam him down onto the ground. Instead he took a deep breath and stared at the books and papers now spread across the hallway earning themselves nice footprints of dirt. He really hated this place. Like. Really.
So, Conner sighed and gathered the paper before kneeling in the middle of the hallway to stuff his bag with books and crumbled paper. "Fuck today," he grumbled, lugging the back up as he got to his feet -- only to smack someone with his backpack as it swung around onto his shoulder.
What was with today, man?
"Whoa, dude, sorry," he said quickly. Now he felt like an ass. Great. Let's just add that to the growing list of ways to make Superboy hate everything.