Treebros oneshots

A New Boy (3/4)

**Evans P.O.V as always**

Walking around the school never felt any better. Mentally telling the girls who want Conner to Fuck off. For some reason, I feel more ecstatic today than yesterday or any other day. It's weird. I just had this feeling in my gut, "hey it's gonna be a good day today and here's why". The only reason that I can think of right now is something about Conner. Specifically a good thing. I drew myself nearer and nearer to my class, with hope in my heart. "Hansen!" A person yelled from behind me. Shit. I felt the hope in my heart disappear in my stomach. I felt everyone that was in the hallway gaze shift to me. I turned my head slowly. I saw the guy that I hit with a tray down in the center of the hallway, fury burning through his eyes. Shit, again. I turned my whole body towards him, not saying a word. The chattering in the hallway stopped, except for the few people whispering about the scene happening now.

"Y-yes?" I said, quietly. It echoed in the quiet hallway. "What the hell was the fucking tray for?!" His booming voice echoing through the quiet hall. "I-I t-tripped." I lied. "Bullshit!" He said. I was scared for my life. This guy looked like he escaped from a mental asylum and came here to beat my ass. I still had hope that this was the perfect day, just not this moment. This is probably the worst possible outcome of my day. Which is, he is gonna beat my ass and sent me to the hospital for about three or four days. And when I come back everyone would be muttering about my existence. That is the worst outcome. The best outcome is that a dashing prince (Conner) beats him with the power of One for All and sends this dude flying. Or I can defend myself for once. 

I don't wanna burden Conner with my well being right now so I will try to fend myself. The best way I can do this is by saying some smart ass comment and then when he runs at me, let him hit his head on the wall. That would be the best route I can think of with the little time I have before he explodes like a ticking time bomb. I took a deep breath then said, "Well actually the shit isn't from a bull, which it isn't shit at all. It was two words that came out of my mouth." I said then exhaled. His bomb exploded at that moment. He came running to me, looking he was about to punch my face with his right fist. At that moment in time, my body froze he was moving in slow motion. My original plan wouldn't work in this situation, I have to think of something else and quick.  

If I can waltz to my left, then I can duck out of the way like I was planning to do for his right. The problem is I can't move like that. As clumsy I am, I would trip and fall to my right and then take the excruciating pain of his punch. But if I can get under him and possibly trip him, it would work either if I trip or not. So this is the game plan. I get under his right fist, knowing it's going straight and not going for an uppercut it would be easier for me. And then I swing out my left leg and trip him. This probably won't be as cool as I thought it will be but it will work. And if I get in trouble I can just say that I tripped while trying to avoid his hard-ass punch. It will work unless he shifts his arm into an uppercut. I have to make sure I time it just right, if I don't he still has a chance to change his punch and then I'll be screwed.

Everything stopped being slow and he was coming at me with full speed again. Just as he was about to hit me, I thrust myself down. That was wrong. I shouldn't have used that word. That felt weird thinking that. Anyway, I kick my leg out, way cooler than I thought. Here is the occurring problem. I didn't think about it when he trips. He is about to crush me so the hell am I gonna do? I looked for a route, any map that could help me right now. I pushed my hands forward and slipped out from under him, well most of me anyway. My bottom half of my legs are now stuck under this guy and I can't get him out. Principal Howard came rushing out of his office. He helped the dude up off my legs, probably seeing all that happened. 

"Dead to me Hansen! DEAD TO ME!" He screeched. It rattled the whole school. Teachers came out of there classroom wondering what the hell happened. Principal Howard took the struggling guy back to his office, who was threatening to kill me in horrible methods. Next thing I know a person starts to clap. Then a few others. Now all the kids are clapping, at me. For once I got the feeling of fame. This will all be over in about a few hours but it was nice to feel it, just for a little bit. The front office lady came out and told everyone to go to there classes or the will be punished with in-school suspension.

Everyone walked to classes muttering to other classmates. I walked alone again, but once in a while, I would get a glance and a smile. Or others will hang out with me for about two minutes and tell me how amazing I am. I didn't feel happy. Something was incomplete. Where was Conner? I usually see him at the start of the day because we ride the same bus. Was he sick? Was there something wrong? To busy getting lost in my thoughts, I bumped into someone. I need to stop doing that. I look up and it was Conner. There he was, for the whole half of the day. But he had this look of worry on his face, like something was wrong or out of place. Or someone was bothering him.

"Are you okay, Conner?" I asked, with a look of suspicion on my face. "No, I'm fine," Conner told me, forcing a smile on his face. But deep inside, nothing was fine. I knew something was wrong, and it was bothering me. My heartbeat with compassion and worry. If something was wrong, did I do it? I got my lunched and forced it down my throat as Conner talked about a tweet he saw this morning. I couldn't pay attention to a word he was saying. I just thought about how something was wrong. Wronger than wrong. Conner glanced over at someone, then his face regained the worrying state. He sat beside me, which prevented me from looking at the person he was looking at.

Then he leaned in and kissed me. Like a lusty kiss without the lust. I pushed him away from me, but it wasn't like I didn't want the kiss. I couldn't kiss him, not in this state. He was kissing me. He didn't want to (Not like that) because he had to. "What? Did I do something wrong?" Conner asked. "No, it's not that..." I said, trailing off. My heart was beating fast. The whole inside of his mask traced with worry. It made me want to know what was wrong. "I'm sorry that was pretty sudden," Conner said. "No, it's not that either," I said. I wanted to ask what was wrong again, but he would probably say nothing. "Just keep talking about what you were talking about," I said, with a slight smile on my face. I knew he could tell it was fake, but he knows I won't say anything. He continued talking. I only traced the line of my peanut butter jelly sandwich, without eating it. 

Hopefully class would be a little better. I left for my last class of the day, the class I have with Conner. I was anticipating this before, but now I wish it never came. I want Conner to let me in on his secrets, tell me what's wrong. This is the only thing I don't know about Conner, so why isn't he telling me it? I navigated my way through the crowd, trying to get to my class then I stopped. I saw Conner and another girl kissing. My whole heart shattered. The hope broke. I wanted to cry, once again. I think. Why was this happening? Is this what he was hiding from me? That he is not gay and likes making out with this slut? I felt revolted, dedicated my time talking to him. I even kissed him and begged him to stay with me and this is what I deserve? I said it was worth the wait but it wasn't worth this.

All over again. I felt like a ghost. I feel like dying. I feel like disappearing from the face of the earth because that's what's happening. I rush the other way, tears falling from my eyes. I walked out the front door, but I had no idea where I was going. What if my mom is home? She would probably be mad. I want to love her one last goodbye before I'm gone. Tell her that she meant everything, the only one who cared. Well while she could. The feeling of love. What is that to me? I think it's nothing. All I bring is trouble and liars. I felt like a habit recycled. Evan, it was a misunderstanding. Ya. That's what they all would say. For once, I felt like I found someone who understood me, who loved me. But all I get is shit. What did I do to deserve this? 

Without my recollection of getting here, I got to my house. I entered my house and to my luck, my mother isn't here. I don't mind locking the door, I know no one could get in. I sat up in my bed, looking at some stupid stuff or something like that. I kept scrolling down as I cared about it, but I didn't. I felt tears fall down my face. I hear someone open the door, which it's probably my mom. I go downstairs after I wiped my tears. I wanted to talk to her for once. But it wasn't my mom. It was Conner. That made my tears begin again. This is why my mom told me to keep the door locked. People I don't like will come in. I never thought that would be so true until now. 

"Evan, please let me explain," Conner said. That's what they all say.  "Get out," I said. I don't care anymore. If he's in or not, I just need him to leave me alone. "Evan, please," Conner said, reaching for my hand. "No. Get out." I said jerking my hand away from him. I couldn't get it away fast enough. He grabbed it. I tried to get away from him and then fell onto the couch. "Evan listen-" I cut him off, tears streaming down my face. He was now pinning me down to the couch. My heart wanted this. I want this. With him. But he was wrong. Listen to what he is telling you. What is there to tell? Words, just listen Evan. 

My heart and mind had a heated argument. My heartbeat over my mind. "Ok. What do you want?" I said, finally looking at Conner. His eyes were teared, this whole time. Tears were falling from his face. Was he crying over me? Is that a possibility?