The dream

                                    

                                          
Conner's pov
Conner was having a nightmare. He dreamt that he had woken up for the second day of school, and everything was normal, which meant that he was running terribly late.
When he arrived at school with three minutes to spare, huffing and out of breath with messy hair and wrinkled clothes, he went over to Jack and George, like usual.
But when he tried to speak to them, they ignored him. When he asked again, they both glanced at him with disgusted looks on their faces.
"Back off, freak," said George, who was normally very polite and well mannered.
"Yeah," Jack agreed, his face twisted into anger. "Go be stupid somewhere else." 
Conner stared at his friends as they went back to talking. Confusion ran through him as he tried to make sense of his scattered memories. Why were his friends disgusted with him? 
Frowning, he sprinted to the bathroom. He took one look in the mirror and his jaw dropped.
His skin was blue. Completely, utterly dark blue, matching his eyes. He looked like a blueberry.
When Conner saw his reflection, he gasped and let out a tiny shriek. He scrambled away from the mirror, staring at his reflection, before rushing to the sink. He scrubbed at his skin, trying to get the blue away, but nothing seemed to work.
His head snapped up when he heard the door bang open. He turned to see a girl had walked into the bathroom, her nose scrunched up in horror and disgust when she saw him.
But it wasn't just any girl.
It was Y/N.
Conner backed up a step, alarm running through him as Y/N screamed, "There's a boy in the girls bathroom!"
Conner just stared at her. He hadn't yet gotten over the shock of being blue, but now he was in the wrong bathroom? He was sure he walked into the boys room, right? But as he looked around and saw pink stalls instead of blue, makeup stains on the counter, he came to the horrific conclusion that he went into the wrong bathroom. 
He looked back at Y/N. Somehow, the door had grown, allowing the entire school to see him. They laughed and took pictures of his blue skin and pointed and nudged one another.
But Y/N was laughing the hardest.
Conner awoke with a start. Cold sweat clung to his forehead, and he was breathing heavily. The first thing he did was look down, making sure his skin was it's proper color, not blue. 
After checking, he sighed with relief, seeing that his skin was in fact its known shade. 
His eyes wandered to his alarm clock, and seeing that it was 6:30, he pulled himself out of bed. School would start in an hour and a half, but he had to be there by 7:30, and Alex liked to arrive there early. 
As Conner slowly got up with the rest of the world, he couldn't help thinking of his dream. Why on earth had he dreamed that? And why did he feel so bad that Y/N, even dream Y/N, had laughed at him?
These questions bounced in his mind as he nonchalantly gathered his school things and ate a breakfast of toast.
"Wow, you're already up?" asked Alex as she walked into the kitchen, completely ready besides not having eaten.
Conner shrugged as he swallowed his toast. "Woke up early, thought I'd just get up."
Alex raised an eyebrow. The Conner she knew would have just stayed in bed, regardless of how late he got up. If his mother hadn't woken him, he wasn't up going to be up, and that was a fact.