Acorn 💙 - A Kleinsen Fic

Chapter 1 - Meet

{Evan's POV}

I quickly made my way through the hall, keeping my head down low. I just needed one more minute to make it to class— just one more.
"Hey, 'sup, acorn?"
Shit.
"Oh- hi! Hi, Jared," I managed to say without fuddling up his name. Okay. "I didn't expect to see you today."
"-Well, I didn't expect to see your mom-" he paused for a second. "Nevermind."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. God, this conversation was painful.
"...well, anyway, I'm going to go-"
"-not so fast, acorn. How'd you get that cast? Was it from all the jerking off, or-?"
"No-! Actually, funny thing is, well, there was this tree, and uhm..." I started fumbling with the hem of my shirt. Fuck. I didn't know what to do.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-
And then the bell rang. Phew.
At least I had something more manageable to worry about now.
"-well, anyway, see you for lunch?"
"Pff, you wish."Great. He's going to ditch you again, like he did in sixth grade. And seventh. And eighth. And every other fucking time, after the incident. I turned away from him, upping my pace to a brisk walk. Fuck the incident.

I almost hated him. I wanted to fucking hate him, but I couldn't. How could I? Yeah, he was a dick... but he was my dick.Wait, that sounds wrong. Scratch that. Nobody is anybody's dick, forget it.

~Timeskip to lunch break, brought to you by the Murphy Clan xD /j~

Looking around helplessly, I decided to plop down next to Jared. If he minds, he would say so, and... oh god, what if he minds? What if this makes things worse, and what if he never speaks to me; what if I don't get any friends by the end of the year? It's not like I'll have another one to overthink or waste. Fuck, what if this is my last hope, and what if I just blew it? What if-
And just when I thought things could not get any worse, Connor Murphy strode into the cafeteria. That's right. The Connor Murphy, who threw a printer at a teacher in the second grade. Second grade.
"Don'tmakeeyecontactdon'tmakeeyecontactdon'tmakeeyecontactdon'tmak-"
Jared made eye contact with him.
Fuck, we're so screwed, I thought, covering my head with my hands.
Just don't talk to him. You'll be fine.
"'Sup, freak? Loving that school-shooter chic of yours."
Jared, please just shut the fuck up for one minute.

I couldn't see it, but I just knew Connor was either rolling his eyes at Jared or squinting at him, sizing him up mentally. I heard a shift in his chair. What was he doing?
"Hey."
There was silence, apart from the hushed whispers of our peers around us.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!"
I looked up in surprise, panicking when I saw him towering above me. Oh, fuck.
".·.. h i.. ··˙˙.." I whimpered, shaking now. I am in such deep shit.
"What's your name?"
I- I'm sorry, what?
The Connor Murphy wants to know my name. For what reason, other than to fuck me up somehow?
"I- I'm sorry?"
"Oh, he's nobody."
"Was I talking to you?" he shoots at Jared.
"His name is Mark."
I give Jared a knowing look. You do not use that fucking name with me.
"Evan, actually. Call me Evan," I said, holding out my left arm accidentally, quickly switching it out for my right. I'm left-handed, but I've learnt to use my right hand for many activities as well. "What the fuck happened to your arm?"
"uhm..."Jared looked at me questioningly, as if to say, Just tell him, already!
"well, uh, funny thing is, there was this tree, and uhm, you know it was beautiful, great, tall tree, and uh-"
"-you fell out of a tree?"
I looked around nervously. Was I really going to stick with this?
"Uh, yep. Yeah. Funny, right? And um, yeah, I just lay there for a few hours and I was thinking, 'Surely, someone will come. Anytime now!' but uh yeah, it took a while before a, um, park ranger found me."
The way Connor looked at me changed. Like he pitied me— god, did he pity me?
"Jesus Christ."
I started picking at my nails. I shouldn't have said anything at all.
"That is the saddest fucking story I've ever heard."
"Right?" Jared chimed in.
Connor turned towards him darkly. "Was I fucking talking to you? No? Well then shut the fuck up."
I didn't love the way Connor handled it, but honestly, seeing Jared be quiet for once was something different. It wasn't necessarily bad... I guess. Things were changing.

A/N hi this is like my first wattpad fic so um. yeah, hi. it kind of sucks. but thanks for reading!!
also please note that the cover art is not mine, as adorable as it is.

anyway, thanks!!