True Love (A Dear Evan Hansen Fanfiction)

Chapter One

"Come on, Jare! Gimme back my phone!" I laugh, reaching for my phone. My best friend, Jared, hops off the couch, waving my phone in the air. "Jare, I need it!"

"No, you don't. who do you need to text, anyways?"

"Nobody! Just, please?" He grins, handing my phone back.

"Fine, but, only because I love ya. Now, c'mon, we gotta get ready for school." I smile back at him, grabbing my backpack and leaving his bedroom, making my way to the bathroom and setting my phone on the sink. I sigh, grabbing the dark turtle-neck I had packed in my backpack and unbuttoning the polo I have on before pulling it up and over my head. I look down at my arms, running my hand over the cuts I'd made last night. Jared wants me to stop.

I wish I could.

"Ev!" Jared yells from the other side of the door. "How long are you going to take in there? I gotta piiiiiissss!" I grin, shaking my head and pulling on the turtleneck.

"Gimme a second!" I yell, unbuttoning my jeans and quickly slipping into the pair I'd packed.

"Ughhhh, Evannnn!" I laugh, quickly packing my old clothes into my backpack before pocketing my phone and opening the bathroom door. Jared quickly glances at my turtle-neck, a sad look in his eyes, but he blinks it off, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. I huff, sitting on the couch and pulling out my phone. Immediately, a smile forms itself on my face.

Jared K: Good morning! I know that nobody else texts you so you're probably just checking this because I'm in the bathroom and you have nothing else to do while you awkwardly wait for me to get out. Anyways, today's going to be a good day, and here's why, because today, you're alive and breathing, and that's all that matters. Also, you're kind of cute when you sleep, no homo or anything, obviously. Also, stop sleeping on the floor, you're going to hurt yourself. Okay byyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Jared's too nice to me.

I hear the sound of a sink running, and the door opens to show Jared in an outfit that looks very similar to the one he was wearing before- A graphic T-shirt and jeans.

"My mom texts me too, you know," I say, raising my eyebrows.

"Yup, me too, now let's get our asses to school before we're late." He grins, grabbing my arm and pulling me up from the couch. He pulls his backpack over one of his shoulders, and we exit the building, hopping into his car.

"Why do you even drive,  anyways? You live two blocks from the school." Jared shrugs, pulling his car into reverse as we pull out of the driveway.

"It looks cool."

"Obviously." I smile, looking out the window. Soon, we pull into the school parking lot.

"Hey, remember my text, okay?"

"I'll be sure to." He nods, and we leave the car.

"Ewww, school." He says as we walk through the doors alongside the sea of tired teenagers pooling into the building. "Ewwww, Monday."

"Ewww, everything." I mock.

"Besides Connor Murphy~" He coos, making kissy-faces. I look down, feeling my face heat up."Awww, you're blushing!"

"Yeah, whatever. See you at lunch," I look back up at him, smiling.

"Wouldn't wanna be ya!" He says, slapping my hand and spinning on his heels.

"Me either!" I call.

"I know that!"

I sigh, walking up the stairs and to my next class: geometry with Connor. The only class I have with him, and the only class I look forward to, which is kind of sad, because he barely ever shows up. I sigh, hanging my backpack on my seat in the back corner of the classroom. To my surprise, along with pretty much everybody's, Connor walks in after me, sitting in the chair diagonal to mine, which surprises me, because he usually sits in the one on the right from it.

God, he's so cute.

The way his hair falls in front of his face and just above his shoulders. I wonder how soft it is. It looks soft. His eyes are absolutely spectacular, and the band hoodies he wears everyday fit him so well. He's so carefree. Whenever the teachers tell him off, he cusses them out like they ate his first child and then threw it up in his mouth. Then he gets sent to the time-away room. And then I can't see him. But, I mean, it's still pretty hot!

"Evan, can you tell us the answer to fifteen?" The teacher asks, crossing his arms.

"I, um, I didn't do the homework, sir," I mumble, looking at my desk and playing with the sleeve of my turtleneck.

"You'll have to speak louder than that."

"I didn't do the homework, sir." I say, louder, not taking my eyes off of my sleeve.

"That's your problem, not mine. Get it? Because, math?" He chuckles to himself. "What's the answer to fifteen?"

"Seventy-three?" I guess, my breaths growing faster. Shit, I knew that I should have taken my meds today.

"Wrong. The answer was pi, Evan, it's a circle. This is why you're failing."

"Who the fuck cares?" Connor spits, looking up from his phone. "He said he didn't do the homework. It's your fault for being a huge dick, mister fuckwad." My eyes widen. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, Connor Murphy just stood up for me!

"Next time I want your opinion, I'll ask, Mr. Murphy." The teacher growls through his teeth.

"It's not my fucking opinion! It's just facts! Everybody here clearly hates you! Why don't you just do us all a favor and put a gun to your head, huh? Hell, I'll pull the fucking trigger!" Connor screams, getting up from his chair and not even bothering to push it in. "I'd tell you to kiss my ass, but that would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me! And my life sucks ass as it is! Maybe that's why your wife went to the gas station, and never came back!"

"Connor Murphy-" The teacher starts, but Connor stops him.

"Yeah, yeah, stop talking, your voice disgusts me." Connor sighs, walking towards the door. "I'll show myself out, I'd rather be down there than stuck in this hellhole."

"Connor!"

"Yeah, fuck you too!" He yells, already out the door.

Damn, I'm in love with that kid.