𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Thirty Three // Jared － . (Rem;)

Jared's P.O.V (Remade)

"You guys don't know how to not be obvious,"

Fuck. Now I'm-- no, we're gonna be taunted about this forever. "Guys, please." Connor chimes in. "Hey, hey, hey! Don't take us as like, haters. We wanted you two together!" What? "Yeah, dudes! That whole dance thing? We only bugged you on it because we kinda knew you two dense fuckers had feelings for each other." I stare at Veronica for a minute, then down at the tabletop. "Seriously?" "Duh,"

"You guys are idiots." "What's this about idiots?" Michael suddenly appears, sitting down next to Jeremy. "Ah. He was summoned by the mere mention of stupidity." "Truths," Connor laughs. And like, obviously, it's the cutest fucking thing-- and it's great that these guys were so nice about everything... but I've still been trying to avoid that whole 'Now I have to tell Connor the truth about my shitty dysfunctional family'. I'm so caught up in it that he notices I'm not paying any attention to them.

"Hey, you okay?" 

I breathe in, picking at my nails under the table. "'M fine." By this point, everyone else goes on to chat about other stuff, as usual. He pulls my hands out from under the table. There's another thing he knows, now. Fucking great.

 "True answers only." He scoots closer to me. "I don't know. Just kinda stressed, I guess." Pause. "About assignments, and stuff. Y'know the teachers are gonna be breathing down my neck when they see me." I force out a laugh, and he gives me an extremely lopsided smile. 

"I can help with some of them--" "An enticing offer, really, but I think I should just do them alone. To focus more. Your a bit distracting." His smile turns into a frown that quickly. I regret saying that. Why the fuck did I phrase it like that? God, I am so fucking bad at this. "Sure." He mumbles, setting my hand down on the table, and then looking at Veronica, joining in with her conversation at some point. I feel somebody tap my shoulder. Michael is now sitting next to me, Jeremy's off talking to Christine I assume.

"You alright, man?" I sigh in response. I don't have to tell him why I feel like shit, so if he just knows I do, what's the harm in that? Right? But he's also Michael. Fuck. "If it was Rich I'll beat his burnt ass," "It wasn't anybody. It's whatever, dude. I'll live." "Was it Connor?"

I freeze. I don't in the slightest want to think Connor would ever do anything to intentionally hurt me. Or anyone other than like, jerks or fucking bullies, I guess. I assume I was frozen for too long, because Michael looks about ready to murder Connor, just by his stare to the back of his head.

"Hey, can you not?" He looks at me, expression immediately softening. "Tell me the truth, do I need to hurt that emo right there?" "No, Michael-- I just-- it wasn't even his fault-- I couldn't--" Nobody's going to understand this no matter how hard I fucking try to explain. "Don't fuck with Connor. Bye." I grab my bag, leaving. He tries to call out to me, apologizing, I'm sure.

I internally beg my emotional state doesn't decide to straight up die again, seeing as now Connor probably wants nothing to do with me. Now I'm the fucking jerk. I always was the jerk. When I was with Evan? Fucking jerk. When I'm with Connor now, too? Even more of a fucking jerk. I don't even mean to be at this point, it just happens. It happens and I can't stop it and it drives me fucking insane. 

Now I've basically driven away one of the few people still around who care about me, and I care about them. Just like Evan, this is just like Evan. I couldn't get it right with him, and now I'm getting it wrong with Connor. If I had just told myself to shut the fuck up before saying this, then I wouldn't be walking to the bathroom to eat lunch. I should just shut the fuck up. Why the fuck am I like this?

Why the fuck can't I just be okay with people? With Evan, with Connor? God fucking damn it.

Word Count : 781

Time : 8:38 a.m. cuz im just reading for typos right now lolol

Inspo : awesome :0 sad that i had to bring in the angst, but you knew the fluff would not last forever in a kleinphy book with canon/ish jared. you KNEW.

P.O.V for the next chapter: poor sweet tall long haired emo boy