~Insanely Cool~ (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Part 15 ~ Guilty

I'm so so so sorry for my absence, everything's been crazy and I hope you can forgive me, school especially is bringing me down, I'm failing honors bio and I have a C in algebra and overall it's stressing me out extremely :( also here are some other things that I just wanna talk about 1. Clone high fuckin slaps, jfk is the best character and Abe can suck my dick. 2. West Side Story (1961) is bomb tony and maria are cute as hell and they are so hot yo, and also don't spoil it bc I haven't finished it yet bc we're watching it in chorus, 3. Tuxedo Sam from Sanrio is so fucking underrated he carried hello kitty's furry tail theatre 😡. also red and orange are the most sus
   
     Evan's POV:
   I woke up, but not in my room..? Oh, I must've stayed the night at Zoe's again. I've been doing that a lot recently. No, we don't usually do stuff like what I know you're thinking, we usually just talk, or hang out or something. Slowly but surely the guilt is starting to eat at me. I don't want to tell her, but I don't want to not tell her. It would break her heart and the Murphy's would clearly shun me and shame me, along with the whole town, hell, the whole world! "Evan!" It's Zoe, calling me for her parents probably. "Mom wants to know if you're staying for breakfast!"
"As nice as it would be," I yell back. "I don't think I can, my sister probably wants me home, but thank you anyways!" I hear muttering downstairs and then I hear footsteps walking up. Zoe's footsteps.
As I guessed, it was Zoe, she opens the door and asked me if I need help packing up my stuff and when I want her to drive me home. I tell her I'm good and probably in about an hour, after I glance at the clock, it's around 9:30 a.m.  She thanks me and walks back to her room as I slept in Connor's; another thing I feel guilty about.
     I pack up my things and clean myself up. I'm wearing an old university crew neck, probably used to be Mr. Murphy's, maybe Connor's, it's a little baggy and faded, so I'm guessing it's probably Mr. Murphy's. I brush my teeth, with my own toothbrush, yet another reminder of the overwhelming guilt this lie is all causing me. It's extremely exhausting to think about sometimes.
I walk down the stairs with all my stuff neatly packed in my overnight bag and say my goodbyes and thank yous to Mr. and Mrs. Murphy, I still haven't figured them out yet. Mr. Murphy seems like the strong, hardcore, manly man type of guy on the outside, but something tells me that he is so much more than that. Mrs. Murphy seems like the perfect mother. Like she has it all together. She's loving, she's kind, she's there for you, but sometimes I feel like it's just a persona, a shell wrapping her true feelings and self up, trying to hide who she really is. I don't know, maybe I'm just overthinking everything again.
Zoe and I leave in her car. It's a nice, calm and comfortable drive in silence, a kind of ride where the only noise is the gurgle of the radio trying to find its range. Zoe holds my hand the whole time, every now and again softly rubbing the back of my hand with her thumb; some how it makes me feel safe and secure, even though deep down I know that I'm truly not.
She drops me off with a kiss on the cheek, saying that she'll text me later. I softly nod and embrace her as well, waving as I watch her car drive out of view.
  
    there! I was productive, also I'll try to update more but it's not a guarantee :/ ty for reading, ily