Connor took the suit, thanked the man, he set it aside. He was staring in his mirror, not at the bruises covering his face, but at his hair. He liked it how it was, just long enough to be shaggy, but not long enough to be mistaken for a girls hair style. 

He dressed, then stared at himself. The suit fit well, but he was clearly uncomfortable in it. He sighed, and headed out. 

His mother had taught him that if he was going to a dance, he needed flowers. So walking instead if using his iron man suit, he headed into town, buying some flowers. He then headed back to the school, and then didn't know what to do.