𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Twelve // Jared － . (Rem;)

Jared's P.O.V (Remade)

I step out of my car, and walk through the entrance to the school. Why am I here so early? Turning in a paper that's overdue because I can't focus in class anymore. But frankly, could you either if your second period and lunch were spent with the person your trying to get out of your head? I think not.

I walk into the classroom, setting the paper down on the teacher's desk. Then I leave. It's as simple as that. I decide to scroll through instagram while I wait for the bell to ring. Gemma Ryan dyed her hair, Naomi Garcia got a new boyfriend... Zoe Murphy went out with a friend, and Evan Hansen is out jacking off to trees again. Standard stuff. I don't follow any of them, I don't really follow anybody. They just sort of pop up on my feed sometimes. And you have no idea how fucking annoying it is to have Evan post a new picture of a tree, or a book he's reading every single goddamn hour. 

Then I get a notification telling me to follow some other dork. 'CMurphy'. Fuck. Would he think it's weird for me to just randomly follow him? You know what. Fuck it. I'll explain it to him later. I click the 'follow' button, and go on with my day. Veronica comes up to me. "'Sup?" 

"The sky. Why are you here so early?" She shrugs. "Why are you?" I shove my phone into my pocket. "Overdue assignment." She fake-gasps. "Jared Kleinman? Missing assignments? Who are you and what have you done with my friend." I glare at her. "Jesus, okay then. What's got you all touchy?" 

"Nothing." Veronica looks down at her feet for a minute, then up at me. "D'you have a crush or something?" How did she even-- "What? I- no! It was one assignment!" She's laughing now. "Oh my god, your totally in love! So who's the lucky gal?" I roll my eyes, bringing out my phone again and shoving the case at her. There's some rainbow flag I got from a random assembly about respecting people's choices, or some shit, in the case. "Oh. Right. Your gay." I put it back in my pocket, nodding. "So, who's the lucky guy, then? You know you can't hide it from me forever." 

 "Yeah, well, for now I definitely will." Then I get up, and walk away. She throws some half-assed insult my way, I completely ignore it as usual, and then I end up running into Rich. Richard Goranski; used to be much more of a bitch than he is now. I mostly like him because he's the only guy I'm actually taller than, but that's besides the point--.

"Eyy, Kleinman." I smile. He's okay. I did date him at some point, but that ended pretty quick. We're still pretty good friends though. When he's not fawning over Jake Dillinger, that is. "Rich." I respond. "Hear about that dance thing?" 

"Yeah. Sounds corny-as-fuck, but Ronny wants me to go, and now she's forcibly bought me a ticket, so." He laughs. "Seriously? Dude, Brooke did the exact same thing for me. Said she would be sad and shit if I didn't come, and bought me and ticket, so now I have to." 

"Huh. Guess we're in the same boat." I lean back on the railing of the stairs. "Wanna go with me? Like, as friends, duh. No way am I asking out Jake." I adjust my glasses. "Just tell him you wanna go as friends?" 

"Jared! You don't understand! I don't want to go with him as friends! I wanna fucking kiss the shit out of him!" Now I'm laughing. Like I said, he's okay. "Alright, alright. You good if I drag another guy around with us?" His eyes go wide. "Holy shit, another guy? Wait, are you-- a thing?" I can feel my cheeks heat up an unreasonable amount. "No. We aren't a 'thing.'" "Hey man, at least tell me on a scale of one to ten how hot he is. Pretty please?" 

"You trying to date him now too?" He shakes his head. "Not until I see him." I laugh dryly. "I don't have any pictures of him. But maybe.." I pull out my phone, and go onto his account. Sure enough, there's a picture there of him with a guitar. The caption is literally 'My mom wanted to take a picture of me, ig'. I shove my phone his way, and he takes it. "Hot damn."

"I know." He looks up at me. "You got a crush on him, man?" You can tell him. He's not gonna be like Veronica, right? He's gonna be chill about it. He won't tell Connor. "Possibly." He smiles hella wide, then hands my phone back to me. "Mark my words, I can and will get him to make out with you at that dance." And, there it is again. The blood pooling in my cheeks. "Jesus fuck, your almost as bad a Veronica." "Wait, really?" "If you tell anyone, yeah." "Awh, fuck no."

"Thanks." 

And then the bell rings.

Word Count : 884

Time : 2:14 p.m. hihihii

Inspiration : Pretty darn good if i do say so myself

P.O.V For The Next Chapter : Connor :>