A Million Worlds Apart

Chapter 2

"Connor Murphy looks like absolute shit today. Nothing new there, but damn you should see him," Jared said.

"T-that's mean- N-not that you're mean or anything! I-I didn't mean a-anything by it. I just don't...don't t-think it's nice. I-I'm sorry I probably hurt your f-feelings. I-"

"Evan, chill," he began to laugh, "you're stutterings pretty bad today. What happened?''

Evan looked down, "N-nothing."

Jared rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

They both waved goodbye at each other as Evan entered his English class. He sat in the back a  opened his notes from yesterday. He noticed everyone seemed to sit anywhere but near him. He tried to change his train of thought, but couldn't. Why didn't they sit next to him? Was he really that bad? Did people hate him that much?

He noticed his breathing get faster. Why did people hate him so much? He didn't do anything, had he? Oh gosh, he probably did.

Breath 1 2 3 4 he told himself

1

2

3

"4," he whispered.

Okay, he was feeling a little better. He slowly took out his pencil from his bag. People began to pour in through the door and sit in tables away from him. Don't think about it, he tried to reassure him.

The bell rang, indicating the start of class. The teacher began to write notes on the board. He copied them, every single word. He told the class it wasn't necessary but he did so anyway. His wrist began to hurt. He was glad he hadn't broken the hand he writes with. It'd create a whole lot of troubles with everything and he really didn't need that.

"Nice of you to join us Mr. Murphy. Do you have a pass for being late?" the teacher questioned.

Evan looked up and saw the infamous Connor Murphy. He didn't look that bad as Jared had said. He looked pretty normal, well as normal as he was every day.

"Fuck no. Believe me, if I had the choice I wouldn't be here." He spoke still standing there.

The whole class began to snicker. Evan continued to write down his notes, ignoring the commotion around him. Or should he join in with laughter of his classmates? No, he couldn't. As much as he wanted to fit in he couldn't do that. That would draw attention to him. He didn't want that.

"Oh? And where would you rather be Mr. Murphy? " the teacher mused.

"Getting stoned in my room," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

The teacher shook his head, "Go sit down Connor."

Connor ignored him and began to walk towards Evan.

Evan hadn't noticed yet, he was still copying the notes down. He only noticed when everyone was dead quiet.

He looked up and noticed Connor taking a seat next to him. Suddenly, warning bells went off in his head. Connor, Connor Murphy was sitting next to him. No one ever sat with him. He never sat with him. Well, last year he hadn't. He hadn't seen Connor yesterday.

"The fuck you looking at Hansen?" Connor said sharply.

Evans' head snapped back to his paper, "S-sorry. I didn't mean to. I-I was just surprised on why you were sitting next to me," His eyes suddenly widened, "N-not that you're bad or anything! Just n-no one has ever sat next to me."

Evans' cheeks were burning with embarrassment. Thankfully the class had gone back to talking to their friends.

Friends.

Evan sighed.

Connor let out a small bark of laughter, "Well get used to it Hansen."

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To: Jared

Jared? Where are you?

Evan looked down at his phone, he was waiting for Jared near the lunchroom doors, but he hadn't appeared. Everyone looked at him when they entered. Evan didn't like it. Did they pity him? Of course they did. He was Evan. Everyone thought he was annoying, a freak even. Gosh, why couldn't he just disappear out of the face of the earth? He wished he were under his covers. Alone, nothing new there he was always alone.

To: Evan

Not going to lunch today Ev! Gotta run some errands. And by errands, you know what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Evan was confused. No, he didn't know what Jared meant. But Evan didn't care. He quickly went outside and saw a tree in the distance. He wasn't that hungry, he would just sit under there and write his letter. He didn't care that he wouldn't print it as his therapist had said to do.

He comes closer to the tree and noticed someone there.

Oh no, people. He thought he would be alone. Gosh he was such a loser. Why hadn't he just gone to the computer lab? He knew that whoever was sitting at that tree would be annoyed with him there. Why oh why was this day so terrible.

He wanted to leave, so so badly. But what if everyone thought that he had gotten lost and had to go back to sitting alone at a lunch table? They would laugh at him, they would say he didn't know anything. He couldn't handle that.

Evan came closer. And saw who it was.

Connor.

Connor Murphy.

SO,

I didn't edit this or anything I gotta go draw my babes, Connor, and Evan. Sorry if some infos wrong here. It'll be like that.

Thanks for reading.

Until thennnn

~TreeBro