True Love (A Dear Evan Hansen Fanfiction)

Chapter Three

It's been around ten minutes, and Jared isn't back yet. I'm not worried about it, he leaves to do stuff during lunch all of the time. He's probably just going to find his pot dealer or something. I never eat during lunch, the food is gross and I don't have anything at home, so I just eat whatever my mom has out for me when I get back.

I sigh, slumping down in my chair and looking out the window. I spot Connor, sitting alone at a picnic bench in the corner of the courtyard, sketching something in a book. I smile, and without thinking about it, I stand up, walking outside and towards Connor.

He looks up, raising his eyebrows, and I feel my face heat up. Shit, what am I doing? Wait. Why am I overthinking this? I'm just sitting with a friend! No big deal.

"Evan?" Connor asks, snatching me from my frantic train of thought.

"Hey, Connor! Um, my friend left and I saw you outside so I thought I'd come and bother you, heh. No, wait, I'm not trying to bother you, I was joking, but isn't that obvious? I'm so fucking sorry," I huff, playing with the bottom of my turtleneck. Connor pats the spot on the bench next to him, and I sink down, sighing.

"You have friends?" He asks, laughing. I shift, smiling a little bit.

"Yeah, one." I reply.

"One?" He questions.

"Two?" I ask.

"Two." He smiles, continuing to draw. His art is really good, like, really good. I have no clue what he's drawing, or what it really means, but it's good. There are words scribbled all over the page, what I'm guessing are lyrics to a song I've never heard.

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After another ten minutes of calming down in the bathroom, and taking a minute to grab something from my weed dealer, I decide to go back to the cafeteria- I can't just leave Evan alone.

I smile, entering the cafeteria. I walk over to our table, but Evan isn't there. Shit, where did he go?

As my eyes scan the cafeteria, I spot Connor out in the courtyard, sitting next to... Evan. They're talking, laughing about something. Connor's drawing, and Evan's watching him, a content look on his face. I just stand there, watching them for a little bit.

Evan looks... happy. Happier than I've seen him in weeks, months even. Happier than he's ever been with me. But, that's just because he likes him. It's just a small crush. We're still friends. We're probably going to get stoned together later. There's nothing to worry about!

The bell rings, and everybody stands up to leave. I just watch as Evan and Connor stand up, grinning as they walk toward the cafeteria. I shake my head, sprinting out the doors and towards them.

"Hey, Ev! Guess what I got!" I yell, running towards them.

"Oh my god." He laughs.

"You're totally coming over later." I smile, wrapping my arm around his neck.

"It's a school night."

"So?"

"Are you guys dating?" Connor, who is still standing next to Evan, asks, raising his eyebrows. I quickly move away from Evan, heat rising to my cheeks.

"Hell no." I say, doing my best to resist the urge to make a snarky comment. Connor shrugs, nods at Evan, and spins on his heels, walking in the direction of the parking lot. "How about we ditch English?"

"To do what?"

I grin, grabbing him by the wrist as we run into the building and around a corner. He grins, shaking his head- he already knows where we're going, we've done this way too many times before. Once we get to the abandoned second floor bathroom, we both rush into the handicapped stall, grinning. After closing and locking the stall, I pull the bag of marijuana out of my backpack. Evan sighs.

"Don't you think this is kind of low?" Evan asks. I frown.

"What, did your two encounters with Connor Murphy make you realize how soft you are?" I laugh, pulling out my lighter and my bowl.

"No! Give me that," he says, snatching the bowl out of my hands. Carefully, I take some of the weed out of the bag, placing it in the bowl and handing him the lighter. He takes a couple of puffs, spitting some of the pot into the toilet and handing it to me.

After about fifteen minutes, we're both stoned off our asses.

"Holy fuck, my eyes are so red!" Evan whisper-shouts, cackling,

"That's what happens when you smoke a shit ton of weed, Evan." I laugh.

"Ugh, you say that every ti- oh, hey, Connor!" Evan says loudly, and I look towards the door. None other than Connor Murphy is standing there, an eyebrow raised. This guy gives me the creeps.

"Evan? You smoke weed?"

"You don't?" I ask.

"Nope." He says, pulling out a... vape.

"You vape? Man, and I thought I was a loser." I laugh. Connor scoffs.

"It's a dab pen. A pot vape." He says, taking a puff and blowing it in my face. Welp, it's definitely pot.

"They make those?" Evan asks curiously, taking the thing from Connor and examining it, taking a puff. "That shit is strong, where the fuck did you get that thing?"

"Didn't know you swear like a trucker, Ev." Connor says.

"Only when he's stoned," I say, trying not to sound as annoyed as I am. Connor shrugs, taking another puff from his weird vape and leaving.