~Evan's POV~
I pull myself out of the much more comfortable and welcoming world of music to live through eight hours of the worst purgatory that exists.
High school.
My first period is Algebra. I'm not too bad at Algebra. I just need to avoid three things.
a) Ice Breaker Activities
b) Getting Called On In Class
c) Jacob Anderson
I luckily find my locker pretty quickly and yank my binder out of it, jamming it in the small locker, and booking it to Algebra before the only seats are the ones in the front.
I get there and there are only two others in the classroom. I pick a spot in the middle. Neutral ground.
I pull my sketchbook out of my binder and start sketching absentmindedly. Me and another figure in a tree. Watching the sun set from a branch.
I sigh under my breath. That'll never happen.
YOU ARE READING
the boy and his acorn
Fanfictiontreebros because i'm soft for it. i'm gonna try my best to keep connor in character, but it might fade after the first few chapters, maybe as evan wears him down,,, and maybe, maybe, maaaaaaaayybe zoe x alana, idk i'll decide, and yanno. connor does...
