Help~Sincerely Three (a Dear Evan Hansen fanfiction) COMPLETED

Chapter Fifteen-Are You Drunk?

School is hell without Connor and Jared by my side, making constant jokes and goofing off all of the time. I'm only halfway through the day, and I'm convinced I won't make it out alive. I sigh, dropping my binders on the lunch table I've decided to sit at. Far away in the corner, away from all of the losers, and the geeks, and the... Whatevers.

I grab my phone from my pocket, and before unlocking it (sorry, I can't trust you with my password. We've only known each other for twelve chapters), I move to my texts. It's still so weird to actually have to check my texts.

J❤: ew school

C💙: Shouldn't you be paying attention to school

J❤: No. I have a free period before lunch

C💙: Then what the fuck are you complaining about school for?

J❤: there's literally nothing to do

J❤: my mom lost my car keys and no way in hell I'm walking anywhere I don't need to be walking

Why did your mom have your car keys?

J❤: I don't know

C💙: Then don't go to school I don't know what to say

J❤: yes yes a million times yes

I'm starting to question your sanity Jare

J❤: bold of you to assume I ever was sane

C💙: I love you guys but can you please shut up so I can go to math

J❤: Make me

C💙: Hey Ev can you invite me back later

Of course

C💙: thanks <3

C💙 has left the chat

J❤: that bitch

Jare he did ask us to stop

J❤: Yeah I know

J❤: Hey if I'm ever too much of an asshole please tell me because I know that I can be an asshole sometimes

J❤: I really don't want to make either of you ever feel bad at all but I don't have a filter and if I ever say something stupid, let me know

Okay

Hey, I have to go to history

I love you

J❤: I love you too

I lied. I have another fifteen minutes. I just didn't know what to say after that. Yeah, he can be a jerk sometimes, but he doesn't mean anything by it, and it's easy to see.

I pull out a lined sheet of paper from my binder, picking up my pencil and writing down random words.

Before the whole tried-to-kill-myself thing, this was my only healthy coping skill. The one thing that got me through the day. I don't know why, or how it actually helped, but it still does.