Dear Connor Murphy- Dear Evan Hansen fic

Chapter Three

Evan didn't know how to feel about this situation.

Sure, Connor Murphey was out of school for the fourth day in a row which meant that he probably wasn't going to tell anyone about his letter any time soon, but he felt a twinge of guilt. What if something was actually wrong with Connor? Or even worse, what if something happened to Zoe ?

His suspicions were proven to be correct in homeroom, what he usually found to be  the least exhausting period in the entire day. All you had to do, day in and day out, was sit down, rise for the national anthem, and then sit down again. Simple.

Except some thing was a little different this time.

"Pardon for the interruption," The voice on the loudspeaker (most likely the principal) boomed. Evan's homeroom teacher raised an eyebrow- they rarely ever got interrupted unless it was something serious.

"Yes?"

"Do you have Evan Hansen there with you? He's needed in my office."

Evan tensed. What could the principal possibly want with someone like Evan, who'd literally done nothing worthy of being sent to the principal's office in his life?

Oh god the entire class is definitely staring at me

"I'll send him right down. Uh, Evan.." 

Without another word having to be said, he jumped out of his chair and nearly ran out of the classroom.

Then turned back to get his bag because holy crap thats really embarrassing, how could he have forgotten his bag? 

Then he left.

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"Um, excuse me, where's...the principal..?"

Evan fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, wiping his hands on the front of his jeans. Instead of the principal being seated in front of him when he walked into the office, he was faced with a teary eyed woman sitting next to a man with the most stoic expression he'd ever seen. The woman's eyes lit up once she saw Evan, the man merely sighing.

"Y-you're Evan Hansen, right? Oh my God-" she wiped her eyes in the sleeve of her expensive looking cardigan, then let the husband speak.

"The principal stepped out. We're.. we're Connor's parents, Larry and Cynthia.. Connor might have told you about us."

Evan gulped. Yup, suspensions definitely confirmed. He must have looked as confused as he felt because the woman cleared her throat, handing him a folded piece of paper that looked vaguely familiar.

"A few days ago, Connor... Connor tried to take his own life."

Her voice was shakier than a leaf.

"Connor tried to- to kill himself?" 

She nodded, then proceded to bawl into her (very uncomfortable) husband's shoulder. Evan unfolded the paper that Connor's mom had given him, then froze.

Dear Evan Hansen...

Turns out, today wasn't an amazing day after all...

"That's what Connor intended to be his last words. We found it crumpled up in his pocket the night of the... 'incident.'" 

"No.. no no no this- he didn't write this-"

"What?!" Cynthia's voice cracked dangerously. 

"I'm sorry I should- Connor couldn't have written this,, I'm sorry I should go back to class-"

"He's obviously in shock, Cynthia. Look Evan, we know it's hard to take in but Connor did write that. It was in his pocket, after all." 

Larry's words seemed to calm his wife down a little, and in the moment, Evan realized how much she reminded him of his own mother. They both just wanted the best for their kids. He couldn't imagine how his mom would feel in mrs. Murphy's situation..

"...no, of course. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..said that."

"Don't get too hung up on apologies, I can understand that you were in shock. Anyway, what we came here to tell you was that you should visit the hospital where Connor is staying, since you're his friend and all... Honestly, I didn't think he had any damn friends..."

"No of course I'll visit. What type of friend would I be if I didn't, right?"

Cynthia smiled and told him the name of the address, which he mentally made a note of, and started thinking about ways to get Jared to drive him there. because he sure as hell didn't have a car yet, and with his mother's working hours he probably wouldn't get a ride from her.

He only had one thought when the bell for the next class period rang and he had to go back to class:

"Good job Evan, you've just royally screwed yourself."