Run

twelve

Alexandra's POV

We were enveloped in a blanket of awkwardness.

Sat across from me was Evan, staring intently at the coffee mug before him. I, myself sat quietly studying him while sipping slowly on my hot chocolate.

Instead of intruding last minute on a lesson that neither one of us wanted to attend, we decided it would be better if we just skipped the class completely and head out to Caffeinated, the local coffee shop.

Luke sent Evan a couple of texts asking where we were but Evan was quick to settle his mind. From what I could see before Evan removed his phone from my room, was Luke sending him a few smirking emoji's.

Were they a couple? Was Evan gay?

The awkward tension evaporated slightly when the brunette waitress with blue eyes came by to ask us if we needed anything. When she subtly tried flirting with him, my hands stiffened around my cup but when he waved her off with an awkward chuckle my heart fluttered slightly.

I was still staring at his face when his eyes met mine. His face changed from a hardened frown to an easygoing grin. I raised an eyebrow.

"Why did you invite me here, Evan?"

He took a slow sip from his mug and I took pleasure in watching his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the warm beverage. "Uh, I thought that maybe I should explain my actions from last week."

I sighed deeply, "I've already told you Evan, I don't want to know."

"Yeah, but I want to tell you. Just in case it happens again." He said, the sadness on his face and in his voice made him look vulnerable and I hated it.

I softened my expression ever so slightly, "Fine, go ahead."

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, resting them on the edge of the table. He ran a hand through his hair, making stick up at the sides and effectively making him look a bit silly. Hot, but silly nonetheless. He inhaled deeply before beginning.

"Don't worry, I won't bore you with any intense details, but I will tell you what's common knowledge to the rest of the school." He said easily and took another sip from his mug. "Two years ago, I was diagnosed with depression. About 8 months ago I attempted suicide. I didn't quite fail because, I did die but I was resuscitated when my sister walked in, saw me and called the ambulance. Since that day, I've been on suicide risk watch with the school and my parents and basically everyone else I know. The other day, when you walked in on me and Sarah-"

"Sarah?" I interrupted.

"Miss Russo," he corrected, "when you walked in on Miss Russo and I, we were just arguing about her starting a job there to spy on me."

I was left sitting there ten times more confused than before. Different questions and scenarios about what he just told me was running through my mind at 100 mph. How was the easygoing, fun loving guy sitting in front of me be depressed? Let alone suicidal.