Treebros Oneshots

Bullies⚠️

Connors point of view:

Connor smiled, it's not so much a rare occurrence anymore but in public it was a site to see. It has been almost 2 months that he and Evan have been friends. And although things started out rocky the more that they talked, the more they realized that they aren't so different. It's not always good, Connor still has outbursts of anger that he can't control, but nowadays he tries to get Evan or anyone else out of harm's way. Evans still trying to cope with his recent suicide attempt and being alone so much, but he can now text him if he ever needs support. Even if he can't be there, he knows that just the fact that someone cares enough to respond or has the time to pick up is very rare phone calls brings him a sense of security and comfort to Evan.

Things have gotten increasingly more difficult at school with everyone's reactions to their friendship, especially now that Jared went mean girl and spread rumors about them. The bullying and comments are non-stop and it sometimes weighs on them but they always try to push on through.

They recently have had more difficult conversations, such as about their mental state, painful memories, or hurtful events. In the end it ended up with Evan ugly sobbing and even Connor crying but by the next morning, things felt just a little bit lighter, and that was something that sparked a little hope inside him. But what made him feel the most safe, the most happy, is the fact that when the bullying goes too far or even starts to go too far, Evan is just around the corner or a text away for him. Something he's never had before now and it makes his heart both hurt and ache in a confusingly good way. They don't always walk in the halls together, but they've made it a rule that they at least have to sit with each other at lunch or if Connor has detention, to let Evan know. Because come on, if Evan ever got detention it would probably be Connors fault anyway and Evan would most likely start hyperventilating. So when Evan doesn't show up to lunch fifteen minutes in, Connor knows something's up.

Even when he's having a panic attack, he always remembers to call or text Connor. He could feel the panic settle in his mind as a nervous wave of butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He stumbled getting up, earning a couple of stares and snickers that he quickly glared away. Rushing out of the cafeteria and down the hall, Connor ran into the main three boys' bathrooms checking all the stalls in each bathroom. When nothing was found there, he began searching in storage closets, empty classrooms, and the deserted hallways before coming to a halt at the distinct sound of fist meeting bone. His stomach dropped, sure he had been beaten up before, that's the whole reason he learned to at least get a good punch in, but Evan didn't know shit. He could barely break a piece of floppy cardboard let alone fight back.

He sighed angrily, maybe that was an overstatement but still. Connor, realizing he was standing in the middle of a deserted hall listening to the likely sounds of his best and only friend getting beaten up and thinking about fucking cardboard, was not what he was supposed to be doing. He whipped his head around, "Where the fuck are these little shits?" he angrily muttered. He sped down the hall and to the right before coming in front of a bathroom door, an out of order bathroom door. He stalked up to the angering wood and slammed it open, the loud banging noise startling everyone in the cramped disgusting space.

He took in the scene, his eyes rapidly moving around the room, taking in the three footballers and a partially conscious Evan Hansen beaten and bruised curled up as small as possible in the corner. Everyone froze, unsure on what was going to happen, "Connie..." It was Evans' small whimper that made him move. In a split second he punched one of the football players square in the nose, hearing the satisfying crack and a high pitched cry that left his mouth he moved on. Everything happened so quickly, he barely realized what he was doing. Faintly hearing the pained cries that left the weak ass players as he punched the two linebackers, he yelled out,

"How dare you fucking touch him!? What!? You too fucking afraid to confront me so you beat up my god damn friend you shit face!?" he watched the boys trip and fall as they attempted to get out of there.

A sickening smirk made his way across his face before fading into a menacing glare. Turning to the offender, "You." he saw Evan flinch, his voice was so dark and terrifying even the quarterback flinched slightly, "What Connie, did I strike a nerve with your little Evan here?" he purred, laughing loudly pointing at the softly crying Evan. Connor growled, "Don't fucking call me that you royal pain in the ass."

"Make me. I'd like to see you try. You're so tiny I could probably knock you out with one god damn-" His sentence was cut off by Connor striking his fist into his stomach, making him gasp for air. Clearly winded, Connor takes this chance to slam the quarterback into the wall behind him. He leans in close to the boys ear, "How's this for shutting you up Bentley." He glowered watching as Bentley grimaced at his full first name, before leaning back, pulling his arm as far back as possible and slamming it as hard as he could into the boys face. The crack that followed echoed through the room. Gripping Bentley's shirt in his fist as uncomfortably tight as possible he stated in possibly the most terrifyingly calm way, " Ever touch him again, and I'll break your hands. Do you understand?"

To be continued?

AN: Hey you guys! Sorry for the extremely late update! Don't worry tonight I should be releasing at least one more story. Please let me know if you have any requests or want a pt. 2. Hopefully everything will get back on track and maybe I could start to update more. I hope you enjoy!

-Blue <3