Take a Chill Pill - Assorted Be More Chill Stuff

Closer Acquaintances

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 Alana wasn't crazy. She knew what she'd seen. For years now, she'd seen weird things happening with her acquaintances. It took her so long to put the pieces together and no one believed her. It made her... no, not mad. Disgruntled? Flustered? Not upset enough. Unhinged. That was it. And not in the head. She was not going crazy. Not more than usual, anyway. She had to prove she was right. To anyone.

So she approached Evan in the hallway, casual as anything. Not that she was ever casual. Or ever really talked to him unless she had to. He wasn't the best conversationalist. He hunched in a dark corner against the lockers, arms wrapped around himself and eyes darting around, mostly finding their way to the floor.

"Hello," she said brightly. He jumped at her voice and shrunk further into the shadows. "You're Evan Hansen, right? I'm Alana Beck. I'm sure we've had classes together." She held out her hand for him to shake. He stared at it in horror, mumbling a greeting as he turned his head down. "Don't you have any friends? I don't either. I'm much too busy with my studies. Have you noticed the weird things happening around here?"

"W-weird?" Evan barely opened his mouth when he talked.

"Like the way Connor Murphy wears that mysterious black trench coat everywhere. What's he hiding under there? Or Jared Kleinman. He's a puzzle all his own." Alana continued listing odd occurrences, mostly to herself, falling into thoughts of these odd occurrences.

As Alana rushed to class, she caught a snippet of conversation between Jared Kleinman, the loudmouth who she couldn't manage to shake off in class scheduling, and the infamously ostracised Connor Murphy.

"Dude, you have wings. I thought you were just really into trench coats."

"Fuck off, Kleinman."

"Jared didn't mean anything, Connor." The last voice was different. Shaky. It was probably Evan. He didn't talk to much of anyone, but he spent some time around the two obnoxious bickering boys.

Evan always wore long sleeves, usually a sweatshirt over his blue striped polo. His eyes were often hidden behind dark glasses. She'd heard him mumbling to himself about sunscreen on a cloudy day once. He never really smiled. When he did, it was small and closed. His thermos water bottle leaked one day, staining his books with rust.

Jared was just Jared. Alana had a few classes with him and he was always a pill. He made insensitive jokes about his "time of the month." He growled sometimes for what she supposed was supposed to be comedic effect. Sometimes, she could swear his eyes flashed yellow or his teeth sharpened.

Zoe Murphy, who was a year below Alana so the two had never spoken, had this odd collection of white feathers in a large ziploc bag in her backpack. No one knew why. Word was, she claimed she was "collecting" them, but where from? Was it possibly those wings of her brother's that Jared had mentioned?

"I-I d-don't know what you're talking about A-Alana, s-sorry." She blinked. She'd forgotten Evan was there. He was still curled together like a turtle, but his voice had power behind it she wouldn't have ever expected.

"Of course you do."

"N-no I-I really d-don't, sorry."

"Well, well, well. What's going on over here?" Jared strode over to them. Alana squared her shoulders to him.

"I was asking Evan about the strange tendencies of your general social group. You two and Connor and Zoe Murphy--"

"Woah, now. If you think I'd ever associate with the Murphys--"