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Chapter Seven

"You were dating Evan? Right? I mean I'm not judging I'm perfectly fine if you were, I mean it just kind of states it in the paper. Where Evan says 'Dude you're like the best boyfriend ever.' then you reply 'I'm the only boyfriend you've ever had.' and it just kinda goes on for a bit." Ms.Hansen lightly chuckled. "And there is- Um... Heh."

My face went red and I heavily gulped. Fucking. Jared. Kleinman.

"Oh...my god." I nervously chuckled, my hot, red face beginning to sweat. I shook my head, "Uh no...I-"

"You don't need to deny it. I mean it all makes sense now. Why he was so apathetic to my attempts. He was scared to disappoint me. Whenever I asked him if he had friends and..." Ms.Hansen said, she smiled and began to just bawl her eyes out.

I stood there, watching her. I couldn't tell if she was upset or just freaking out. Ms.Hansen was smiling as she cried, but it didn't really make sense at all. Why would she cry and smile? I mean she just "learned" her son was "gay" and didn't let her know he was "dating" another person. Plus, he died so...

"M-Ms.Hansen...Uh..." I step towards her and place a hand on her shoulder. She grabs my hand and pulls me in for a hug.

Her arms tightly wrap around me, holding me tightly. I was very shocked by the sudden movement and affection. I sigh and hug her back, feeling Ms.Hansen sob into my shoulder.

"Ms.Hansen calm down, please..." I said quietly. She nodded and started sniffling before pulling away.

"What am I doing? I'm being so...selfish." Ms.Hansen rubbed her eyes. "You guys were together you must be so....upset as well."

She took a deep breath and stood up, making her way to the kitchen. "I'll make some food. Uh...How about some sandwiches- Wait are you even hungry? I'll just make food." She sniffled again and then actually went in to make food.

This was too much to handle now. I kept telling myself I'm doing it for Ms.Hansen but, I kept getting this huge doubt as well. I'm just conflicted. She need this, as a single mother who just lost her son. Ms.Hansen needs someone or anyone. The Kleinman's seem like they're trying to keep their way out of this, except for the fact I payed Jared to get into this.

"She's being so selfish, huh?" I quickly turn to see Evan leaning against the wall, with a bland and uninterested face. "Because it's so selfish to be upset over your child's death."

I blinked and rubbed my eyes trying to make sure what I saw was real. After a few blinks he disappeared. I sighed in relief before I heard steps behind me. I jolted and turned once more seeing Evan near the door way leading to the kitchen.
His skin oddly didn't glistening with the bright light radiating out of the room. He was just dimly lit.

Evan chuckles and smiles, "It certainly isn't selfish to pretend to be her sons...what is it now? Boyfriend."

I once more slightly blush. I look away from him and shut my eyes and whisper quietly, "It's not for me...It's for her to cope..."

"So you feed her lies?" Evan's smirk got larger, as he made his way towards me. I could hear each footstep. It was scary, but I knew something about this wasn't real. "Are you just going to keep giving her emails on top of more emails? Emails, emails, emails. What if she finds out? Finds out your nothing more than...faking?"

I look at him, his face being inches away from mine. "When she's okay and...Then I'll stop." I said, feeling unsure of my own statement. "Ms.Hansen is kind and-"