|-Middle School Murders-|

-Everything Is Fine..-

Evan's POV: 

It was the next day. I had cried myself to sleep. I hadn't done that in years. I fuckin' hated every second of that. I probably looked so weak if Cass noticed me crying. I went into the bathroom to get dressed for school. I put on a black t-shirt, black jeans and my sneakers. I put my earrings in, my gold ring on my left middle finger, and my fingerless gloves on. I put on a pearl necklace. I don't care if I look feminine. I put my hair in a bun today, then I left the dorm for class. Cass wasn't in the dorm, so she probably already left. 

I saw Cass talking to Cindy, one of our friends. I leaned against a locker, eavesdropping on their conversation. I do that all the time.  "Cindy, do you think Evan is okay?" Cass asked Cindy. "I don't know. All I know is one day, he was sweet, the next day, he was very irritable." Cindy responded. Fuck. They were talking about me. I don't get why everyone is concerned for me, dammit. "He won't even open up anymore. He's building barriers.." Cass muttered. "Mhm. I'm aware of that too.." Cindy replied. I rolled my eyes. Seriously? 

Cass saw me, and immediately shut up. So did Cindy. There was an awkward amount of silence, till the bell rang. I went to class instantly. Why are they concerned about my emotions? I don't give a fuck if they think I need therapy, I don't give a fuck if I'm shutting everyone out. I just don't give a fuck. Not anymore..

I walked to class by myself, as usual. Even though Cass and I are dating, we don't even act like a couple. I hardly walk with her now, and she normally walks with Cindy. I heard whispers as I walked down the hall. They were about me, which is usually the case. They normally talked about how I dress. One person yesterday, even joked that I was born in the wrong era, because of how I dressed. It was stupid. 

Cassidy's POV:

"He needs help.." I commented, once Evan was out of sight. "Agreeable." Cindy said, nodding. We walked together, like we always do these days. I'm starting to think that Evan doesn't even care about me, but I always put that possibility in the back of my mind. I love him, and I don't want that simple thought to cause a disaster in our relationship. "I've tried getting him into therapy, he refused..no matter what I said.." I added. "He's not gonna accept help, from anyone anymore. You know that.." Cindy responded. I sighed. Why did Evan have to be so difficult when it came to his physical well-being, and his mental health?

We entered the class, and there Evan was, at his seat, with his head on his desk. He looked lonely, despite us dating. Cindy and I sat next to him. Well, I sat next to him, and Cindy sat next to me, so he wouldn't feel claustrophobic, or anxious by being surrounded by girls. Before we knew it, the bell rung, and class started.