𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Two // Jared － . (Re;)

(Rewritten) Jared's P.O.V

So I guess I could have stuck around. But what would I even say? It's been a year, and it's not like I'm just suddenly a conversationaholic. I wasn't exactly ever one. Evan was a different person, Connor's some stoner I don't even know. I swear though, he gave me this look when I finally got out of that stupid awkward conversation. Like.. I don't  know, like he was expecting something. Surprise surprise, though. I don't exactly have whatever it was he wanted. Not like I carry around cocaine either way.

Maybe I'm being too mean to the guy. I don't know him, I'm not really sure if anybody does, but god, when somebody gives you that look. That brief little look that you only catch sometimes if your lucky. ..It makes you feel like you've got nothing left to offer. Like your just some sort of supply unit and you fucking know your not being given anything but then of course, everyone expects you to have it. Whatever it is. 

Yeah, I'm aware I sound like some sort of emo writing in their diary with like, tears of unrequited love or some shit but whatever. It's internal, I'm not being heard by anyone at school. Nobody at home gives two fucks either way. Damn, nevermind, I'm annoying myself with this act. Who knew an emo phase could only last two minutes. Huh.

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Tick, tick, tick.

I can't believe i'm the only one watching the clock with the test we're taking. I know some of the kids in this class at least have half a brain in their head. They don't use it for academic shit though, I know that much. They'd rather kill off their few remaining brain cells with some drug they bought specifically to calm them down about this school stuff. But I assume at some point your just tempted to forget moderation exists and lose it like some kind of wild animal, so. 

I feel like Connor's like that, at least half way. Constantly overusing anything that'll get him high but saving the lashing out for a good time. I wouldn't hesitate to say he's got a few screws loose. I'm sure everyone else in this school thinks the same, anyway. 

At some point the bell rings, meaning I can hand in the homework that I completely redid to the teacher, as well as the test I'd just finished. I don't generally label myself as an A+ student, but around there is usually where I'm standing. Pretty good for a seventeen year old reject who regularly acts like he couldn't give less of a fuck. 

Of course, lunch comes after. So that's where I go. I usually don't eat, I have gym afterwards so it's honestly just annoying as hell. I pack my own shit usually so I just decide to not do lunch most of the time. The only thing this period is good for is finishing assignments and talking with everyone who isn't regularly in your classes. 

"Hey, Kleinman!" Speaking of which. "Sit your ass down, we're talking politics." "Seriously?" "No, we're scoping out the hot dudes." I can feel myself smiling. That's a nice change. "Michael Mell," I say with a very straight face. Very. "That was very gay of you, sir." Michael fake gasps, turning dramatically to reveal the obvious pride flag on his jacket. "Oh my gravy, I do presume you are correct, Mr. Kleinman!" Well that straight face definitely doesn't hold for long. 

"Holy shit man, what the fuck was that?" He smirks. "I was showing off my acting skills, duh." Jeremy punches his shoulder. "Yeah, sure. We get it, your gay." Of course, Michael Mell being Michael Mell makes another fake gasp, louder this time. "I do think that was very anti queer of you, Mr. Heere--" And then there it is, Jeremy leans over and pecks him on the cheek. "Hey, Micha," He starts, "I'm bi." 

"Fuck that was hot." "Oh wow, public displays of affection. Very nice, very nice." "Shut up, Veronica." "Just stating facts, Heere." So.. I guess lunch is pretty rad. (Rad? Who the fuck says 'rad' anymore? Oh, god.) Basically all of my social interaction happens during this time, and it's enjoyable, so who am I to complain? But then, of course, something has to come a make this whole interaction awkward as fuck. A black emo mass known as Connor Murphy squeezes past some other kids behind me and then sits down. At my table. Next to me.

Damn it, Kleinman, what have you gotten yourself into this time.

Word Count : 808

Time : 11:00 p.m. at night

Inspiration : Still p good! ^-^

P.O.V For The Next Chapter : Connor

Reasons For This! : Still @arizonaiceteass , but I might replace this with 'shoutouts' later.