Half of Another

Chapter 3

~I'm waving through a window~

Evan walked into his last period class, and quickly took a seat in the back row. He took out his pencil and the notebook he needed for the class. He saw that his teacher had written an assignment up on the board and started to work on it.

The bell rang and he saw the last of the students pouring in through the doors and sitting next to their friends. They were all laughing and playing around.

He felt like he was looking through a window.

Suddenly, he saw Connor walk in and couldn't help the nerves that suddenly sprung to him upon seeing him. He was confused, he wasn't scared of Connor or anything- even with all the rumors that people talked about at school.

If he was feeling nervous before, he felt anxious when he saw Connor begin to walk towards him and take a seat.

He tried to focus on finishing the problem on the board but felt his hands start to sweat excessively. He tried to wipe them on his pants without drawing too much attention to him, which was hard considering the cast he had.

He noticed that Connor was staring, and he felt his cheeks warm up. What was wrong with him?

Suddenly, Evan heard Connors voice near his ear, "What are you doing?"

Evan jumped a foot in the air, dropping his pencil. He began to stammer, he knew his face was probably the color of a tomato, "S-sorry! You just s-startled me."

Connor gave out a small scoff, he turned to pick up up the pencil and handed it back to Evan, "What's your problem with dropping things?"

Evan looked down, finishing the problem he was working on, "S-sorry, I'm just- I was- I was just working on the problem on the board."

Connor looked up, seeming to notice that all of a sudden and inclined his head in acknowledgment, and took out his notebook and pencil.

Evan was surprised, he figured Connor wouldn't care or even bother to do it all. People always talked to him as a careless freak who liked to paint his nails and plan on how to shoot up the school.

Evan shuddered at the thought, he hated rumors. He didn't like talking about people behind their back, especially bad things. It wasn't nice and he didn't understand why people did it. Even though he didn't know Connor, he felt as though Connor was just misread or maybe even lonely like he was.

Like you know anything

Evan bit the inside of his cheek.

Or maybe Connor was bad and he was just misreading things. Like he always did. Still, Evan didn't like it when he heard what they talked about Connor in the hallways, sometimes he just wished he could go up to them and tell them to stop.

"Something on my face, Hansen?" Connor suddenly asked.

Evan jumped again and quickly turned back to his work, "S-sorry. I-I am- I was just thinking. S-sorry."

Evan focused on his paper, and at the corner of his eye, saw Connor slightly smile.

He returned to his work, he noticed Connor was now looking at him in interest. He felt eyes staring at his wrist, and quickly pulled his sleeve down trying to be discreet and not hurt his feelings. It wasn't that he didn't want Connor to see his wrist, but he didn't want him to see his soulmates' scars, even though they didn't know each other- he knew that they would probably want their privacy.

Suddenly, he felt something hit his head. He looked down and realized it was a piece of paper, crumbled up in a small ball. He looked up and saw the two boys snickering and swallowed hard.

He picked up the paper and opened it. He felt his neck and face go warm in embarrassment.

He hoped Connor hadn't noticed.

He looked at what the note said again,

Fucking freak

Evan swallowed hard again and tried not to cry. He didn't need that, and he knew that if he began to cry everyone in class would laugh at him, and people would stare at him and mock him for being so weird. They'd point at him, push him against the locker and call him names.

He felt his chest begin to tighten, and felt his hands start to shake. His breath came out in big pants, he just wanted to stop breathing, fearing that people could hear him and be annoyed. They'd make fun of him. He just wanted to crawl into a small hole and get buried in there for forever. He couldn't stop the panic that was settled in him right now.

His mouth was dry, and he tried to take deep breaths to regain his breath but it didn't help. He had to leave before anyone pointed him out

He raised his hand and quickly told the teacher he had to use the restroom. He all but sprinted outside the door- not waiting for the teachers' answer- and ran to the bathroom into a stall. He slammed it shut and locked it. His back hit the wall and he slid to his knees and this time didn't stop the sobs that racked through his chest. He brought his knees to his chest,  hugging them and began to cry. He wondered if his soulmate felt his emotions, and felt even worse. He was just a nuisance- someone everyone disliked, someone who ruined lives, just like he ruined his moms. He felt bad for his soulmate, he was stuck with someone so bad and terrible and useless. He probably hated him which is why he hadn't talk to him the rest of the summer. He cried harder, wishing someone was there to comfort him. Even though he knew he didn't deserve it.

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Connor was confused when Evan suddenly sprang out the room. He clenched his jaw. Was he that unbearable?

He was thinking about skipping this period but decided against it. He didn't know why but he just felt like he should. He was still thinking about the incident with Evan this morning. Which pissed him off.

He gave out an annoyed sigh, he should've just skipped. His parents would pester him about it, they- Larry- would scream at him about the disappointment he was and how he never did anything right and ask him about his reckless behavior and all that shit.

He noticed a crumbled letter on Evans desk. He tried his best to ignore it, but his curiosity got the best of him. He reached over and opened the crumpled note and read the words,

Fucking freak

Connors' eyes narrowed, and he looked up and noticed two boys laughing, pointing towards Evans desk. He rolled his eyes, worry growing about Evan. That's probably the reason why he stormed out, and here was Connor, making it all about fucking him.

He tore a sheet out of Evans notebook and wrote something on it. He placed an eraser in the middle, crumbled it up and threw it at the boys.

One of them rubbed the back of their head and turned to glare at Connor, but he only stared back. A blank pissed off look on his face. He turned back around and opened the letter.

They were quiet the rest of the period.

Hello~~~!

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I had written more for this chapter but i just decided to put it in the next chapter.

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