~When The Going Gets Tough~ A Hamliza Story (Completed)

Chapter 13

ELIZA'S POV

I walked towards the school, shaking. I saw so many people looking at me and snickering. Thanks Angelica.

Alex and I were walking towards our first classes. "Are you sure you'll be ok?" he asked me

"Yeah. I'll live" I said

"Ok... I'll be right outside the door when you come out, ok?" he confirmed

"I know" I said, feeling queasy

"Ok. Bye, Eliza. Stay safe and just stay calm. Love you" he said, giving me a kiss on my cheek.

"Love you too" I replied, and walked into class

Through the whole class, everyone in the class were looking at me. Well, all except this one girl, long black hair and glasses, who was very concentrated in the lesson, and this one boy, blond hair, blue eyes and shirt, who was slouched in his seat, almost like he was hiding . Soon class finished, but we were let out 5-7 minutes early, which meant Alex wasn't there. Great.

I felt someone push me from behind, and I tumbled on to a person. I sat up and rubbed my head, and the person next to me slowly sat up after me. I saw it was the blond kid. I sat up quickly and held my hand out to him. 

"Are you ok? I'm sorry I fell on you, I think I was pushed or something" I apologized as he took my hand.

"Oh, um, I'm ok" he said shakily. 

"Well, I'm Eliza. Eliza Schuyler. What's your name?"

"My name? Um, m-my name is Evan. Evan Hansen" he replied, slightly smiling

We talked for awhile when Alex ran up to us.

"Hey Eli- oh, hi!" Alex stuttered

"H-hi" Evan said in a quiet voice

"Alex, this is Evan Hansen. Evan, this is my boyfriend, Alexander Hamilton" I introduced

"Hey Evan" Alex said, putting his hand out for Evan to shake, and he did just that. 

We all talked a little longer before we all had our next periods. Everywhere I went, I could hear :

"Is that the PTSD girl?"

"OOOOOOO PTSD!"

"Ew, she's, like, troubled or something"

"Hahahahaaaaa! PTSD girl! Don't go near her, she'll just scream!"

"Be careful, she might be contagious"

"She must have terrible families and friends"

"I bet her boyfriend gave her that disease"

"PTSD GIRL COMING YOUR WAY!"

Then it was lunch, and Alex spots Evan at a table by himself. We go up to him.

"Hey, Evan!" I say

"H-hi, Eliza. And hi to you too, Alex" he replied

"Can we sit here?" Alex asked, while I looked at him and blushed, embarrassed how straight forward that was.

"Really? Uh, sure! Go ahead!" he said, astonished

"Thanks!" Alex said, and we sat down

*TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY EVAN THE SMOL BEAN*

I was walking towards the bathroom when I hear voices in there. A teacher, defiantly. And two different loud, elegant voices. And then the sound of someone puking.

Then the teacher walks out and doesn't even see me. I walk in and see two girls looking in the mirror, and one just walking out of a stall, wiping her mouth.

Wait

That's when I realized that those girls... those girls were the Heathers.

"Heather..." the yellow one said, tapping the red one on the shoulder after she saw me.

"What is it Heather? I'm b- oh. I don't believe what I'm seeing" the red one snapped and smirked

"Oh, um, I'll leave" I stuttered, and went to walk out, but the red one grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back.

"Its PTSD girl! We can really do something to help the poor girl..." the yellow one said

"Yes, we can. For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure" the red heather said

"And a symmetrical face! If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important" the yellow heather said

"Of course you can stand to lose a few pounds" the green one said

"And ya know, ya know, ya know? This could be beautiful. Mascara, maybe some lip gloss, and we're on our way. Get this girl some blush, and Heather, I need your brush. Let's make her beautiful" the red one spoke again, and the other two girls agreed

"Ok?"

"Ok!"