•I Know You• Kleinsen

Two °Evan°

A/N
YOU GUYS IM SO T R I G G E R E D
MY PHONE GLITCHED OUT AND THIS WHOLE THING WAS GONE LIKE WTF.

⚠TRIGGER WARNING⚠

"I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

"OH DO YA' NOW?"

"YA, I DO!"

"THEN WHY DID YOU FUCK ME LAST NIGHT?"

Shut up.

"I WAS HORNY OKAY?"

"YOU'RE SUCH A SLUT!"

It's two in the morning what the fuck.

"WHATEVER!"

"YA!"

"I HATE YOU!"

"OKAY!"

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

     I was fully awake now. A door slammed and someone threw themselves onto the couch.

     I looked down at Dean and smiled. How is he still asleep, what's his secret? I huffed and sat up, staring out the window at the LED sign that read "GIRLS". I went there once, it was pretty bad, it's not my thing.

     I lay back down, staring at the ceiling. I gave Dean a pat and closed my eyes.

"Fuck you Evan!"
He gave out a sob as he stormed off.
What's happening?
Jared.
Oh my God.
I'm so sorry.
"Jared!" I yelled.
He didn't turn around, he slammed the door behind him.
Black.
He's on the bathroom floor of his parents' house.
What's he doing?
What's in his hand?
Jared?
It's a razor.
Holy shit.
Jared please.
I rush towards him I grab him and try to move his hand away but I'm useless.
I start sobbing.
Jared.
He cuts.
Deep.
I see him flinch.
He does it again.
And again.
And again.
Jared stop.
And again.
And again.
JARED STOP.
Blood.
I puke. I hate the sight of blood.
He's sobbing.
He closes his eyes and slouches.
He's passed out.
"Jared?"
His mom.
"MRS. KLEINMAN!" I scream.
"Honey are you okay?"
"Jared?"
She jiggles the handle.
I rush back down and craddle him.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I feel myself sobbing.
The door opens.
A scream fills the air but Jared doesn't budge.
Everything stops.
Jared looks up.
His blood all over my hands.
"This is YOUR FAULT!"

"NO!" I scream, jolting up.
     Dean stares at me and whimpers, waddling from the edge of the bed to me. Tears are still running down my face, my eyes burning and my nose stuffy. I get up, still in my boxers and t-shirt, and head to the bathroom.

     I look disgusting. My hair's a mess and needs a trim, I haven't shaved in a while. My eyes are droopy and snots dripping from my nose. I sigh and wash my face. I look out of the bathroom and at the clock.

7:20.

I need coffee.

     I walk slowly to my dresser and grab a black hoodie and grey pants. I put them on slowly, the warmth covering my cold body. I shiver and grab socks and shoes. I yawn and stretch, heading out the door and locking it.

     It was still a bit early and it was fall. It was pretty quiet except for a few joggers blaring out their music from their head phones. The cold nips at me and I shiver, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets. I look up at the sky as the trees wave. It's still a little dark but not a lot.

     After a peaceful walk, I finally arrived at the Starbucks. I smile as I walk up to the welcoming place.

     As I walk in, the toasty air hits me, hugging me to keep me warm. A few students with laptops were clicking away and a group of teenagers stared at me but quickly looked back. I grab out my wallet and take out a 20 dollar bill. Shoving the wallet back into my pocket.

     After an Asian girl with short black hair orders, I walk up. The cashier looks down and talks to me with out looking.

"Hi! What would you like!"

     He looks up plastering a smile and pushes his glasses into place. It's adorable. But the smile quickly fades and he just stares at me. He looks like someone I know. Who does he look like? We stare at each other for a long time but he snaps his head down and breathes out shakily.

"What would you like?" He said, looking up and smiled sadly.

"Uh, a, coffee?"

"What kind?"

"Whichever you think tastes best!" I said in a flirtatious tone but turned red and regret it because his face was still stone cold.

     He turns around and grabs a cup, starting to write but stops. He looks up quickly and stares.

"N-name?" He says shakily.

"Evan,"

     He nods and writes the name. Handing it to his Co-worker. Rubbing his temple. He looks like someone I know. Who?

"Do I know you?" I ask quickly.

He stares and looks down. He breathes deeply. And smiles while looking up.

"I don't think so?"