Treebros oneshots

A New Boy (1/4)

**Evan's P.O.V**

I walked with my head down, going towards his next class. I bumped into someone, a teacher perhaps. I mumble a little sorry and pick my head up. I looked at the teacher, the split second I was able too. He was stunning. He had a plaid white and blue shirt, his sleeves rolled up slightly. His shirt was tucked into his Khaki colored pants and had black dress shoes. His hair reached down to his shoulder and he looked like he had just got out of Highschool or College. He wasn't much taller than me, but you could differ in our height. "Did you see that person? He looks so hot." One of the popular girls said, putting on her lip gloss. I scoffed, the way they talked was stupid. They acted special in a Highschool full of kids that are probably better than them.

I entered my classroom and took my seat in the front. "Good afternoon class." Mr. Murphy said. A few people said Good afternoon. "Today we are gonna have my son in here, he is training to become a teacher. He might sub for me when I'm sick or away. Now I want you to treat him like you treat me, with respect." Mr. Murphy said. I was thinking that it was that guy I bumped into earlier, and it was. The guy came into the classroom and sat down at a spare desk that was right beside mine. He is also still a Highschool student, he got permission to sub for this class sometimes and help with teacher stuff."Today we are gonna do some partner work, so get in groups of two and I'll give you further instructions." Mr. Murphy said. Everyone started grouping up, well not with me at least. 90% of the girls in my class asked the guy I bumped into earlier to group up. I keep calling him "the guy I bumped into earlier" I wonder what his name is. "Hey. Do you wanna work together?" Someone said.

I turned my head to see who would wanna work with me, the boy who is pretty much over-obsessed with trees and musicals. It was the guy I bumped into- why do I keep calling him that? Anyway, it was he who asked. I didn't wanna turn down the offer, knowing that I won't be able to work with anyone else, so I mumbled yes. But was it the fact that I knew I wouldn't work with anyone else? Or was it the fact that this boy was cute and I could just collapse right now?  Whatever it was I didn't care. "So now that everyone is in groups, we are gonna do a little science fair and the due date is on February 14, Valentine's day. We are gonna do something about the heart or relevant to that." Mr. Murphy said. "We won't be doing it now, but you can do it at home. But we are doing some group work today." Mr. Murphy said.

Mr. Murphy was explaining something about Google Slides and our lesson plan. I wasn't paying attention, I was more of looking at the guy that paired up with me. I was wondering why me, why does he have to choose the one person that looks and is socially awkward? Why did he choose me out of all of the other girls that wanted to pair with him? All I could think of was why. We didn't get to do the lesson planned for today, everyone was chattering. Probably about the guy that was in our class. He is new, cute, and just doesn't give a fuck. Anything a girl would want in a boy. I didn't care about getting someone pretty, I just wanted someone who understands me. I mean yeah, he's hot. Who knows if he is that nice? What if inside he was just a pervert who just wants to touch someone. 

Surrounded by my thoughts, I decide to go to the Orchard. My mom will probably be pissed, knowing that my well being could've been threatened, but at this point, I don't care. Whenever I feel, well anything pretty much,  I go to the Orchard. It gives me a sense of calm, a sense of awareness but laid back feeling. I look up here, I smile here, I feel like I'm a person, I'm not a ghost here. I walk around the Orchard, getting lost in its many trees as I remember the names of all of them. Something to protect me. I see a person in a black sitting beside my favorite Oak tree in the Orchard. As I walked closer to this person, no man looks familiar. I walked closer, realizing it was the boy who paired with me. He looked completely different. He was laying against the tree humming a tune with his earbuds in. 

I didn't wanna bother him. He seemed as if he was in his zone like it was for me and the Orchard. At the same time, I wasn't just gonna abandon my favorite tree. So I sat on the other side. By now I would usually be humming my favorite song but I didn't want him to notice me. In this situation, I wanted to be the ghost. I sat there and listened to the whisper of the breeze rustling against the leaves, the birds singing they're beautiful songs occasionally. "Have you been here this whole time?" A voice said. I jumped, startled that someone was talking to me. In front of me, I saw the guy who partnered up with me. "Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to startle you." The guy said. "Sorry if I took your spot, it's just this is the only place I can be me without being judged." The guy said. I looked up at him, relating to him. This is the only place I feel like me, an actual person, something I like. 

"M-me too," I said quietly, trying to somewhat keep up the conversation. "I see that you're a shy one. I can't blame you. They all ignore you, like your some kind of ghost." The guy shrugged. How did this guy know this much? We have barely even met and he knows so much. "Ah, I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Conner, Conner Murphy." The g- I mean Conner said. I tried to have something of confidence. "I'm E-Evan, Evan H-Hansen," I said. Conner chuckled a bit. "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. I just, I don't know, it's cute." Conner shrugged. I blushed a bit. He sure does say sorry a lot. His smile, it's cute. His everything (that I can see) is cute. How is he gonna tell me that I'm cute? I am just an awkward person who doesn't talk.

He sat in front of me, on his knees. "I guess that I picked you because I related to you, not all the way but I understand. I guess I'm empathetic, but I'm not trying to pity you. I wanna develop a friendship with someone who would understand, understand what it feels like to not be who you are." Conner said. Everything Conner said hit me. It's like I saw my whole life on rewind. Finding someone who understands, instead of talking to a tree. It hits me, like falling off a tree. The understanding comes at an instant. People pitying me has been a natural, but someone not pitying me it makes me feel more human, more alive, more... Myself. 

I don't know why but I wanted to cry. Not because I'm sad, because I finally found someone who understands. "Did I do something? I didn't mean to make you cry." Conner said, leaning closer to my face. "I-it's not that, i-it's just..." I trailed off. I didn't wanna cry. Not in front of him. It made me feel weak, but at this moment it didn't matter. I looked at him, and I realized he was closer than I thought. The current pose we were in, was... How can I put it? Couple-ish I guess. I felt his hot breath hang on my lips. I saw him look down at my lips, then bite his bottom lip. He looked away and backed up from me. "Uh... It's getting late, I better get going." Conner said, standing up. I watched him walk away. I wanted to tell him to wait, to come back. To have more conversations until it got pitch black. To laugh together. To kiss him. 

All I managed to get out was a breath. Even if I could do anything now, he was already long gone. The sun hanged in the sun. He was right, it was getting late. I was ready to give up all hope, so I went back to my spot beside the tree. But the hope in my heart was still hanging in me. Something told me he was gonna come back. I saw his phone on the ground beside me. That sliver of hope in my heart became a big sliver of hope. "Ah, sorry. I forgot something here and-" I cut him off with a kiss. No not that cheesy kisses on the cheek, a genuine kiss. I don't know what happened to me. I guess I reacted without thinking. Everything blacked out at that moment.

I pulled away, holding his hands. "You're the only one who relates to me, who understands. If you could stay. For just a little bit longer." I said, looking straight into his eyes. I don't regret anything I did, I don't regret the burst of confidence, I don't regret him meeting me, I don't regret kissing him, and most importantly, I don't regret him coming to my class.

𝕀 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣-𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣. 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪. 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦! 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚 𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕔𝕒𝕜𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕤! 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖! 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞, 𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕒 𝕌𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕗