𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Four // Jared － . (Re;)

(Rewritten) Jared's P.O.V

Well, this is happening. I'm being stalked by the school freak and now he's in my friend group. Concerning? Fucking quite. I try not to pay attention to him, y'know, act like I haven't seen him today already. (And for people who barely know each other, it's borderline creepy if they sit down at your lunch table in this society.)

Something snaps me out of ignoring this whole situation, though. "Yo, Kleinman, you two already know each other, or what?" I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding to begin with. "Oh, uh. Yeah, I know him." I mumble, finally forcing my head to turn to him. "Hey." I say as casually as I can force myself to. "Hi." 

I blink, then go back to the conversation I was in before. I'll tolerate him but I'm not forcing myself to have a one-on-one conversation with him as well. That'd be asking too much of me. "So, Connor." Veronica chimes in, ending the conversation we were having beforehand. Well, that fucking sucks. He nods. "How long have you been growing your hair out?" He seems sorta taken aback by that question, but answers it anyway. "Around four years." "Sick, dude."

"Thanks." 

I zone out at some point, ending up saying that I had to go turn in a paper and leaving. I walk outside the cafeteria, looking around. There's a place for every group around campus. The stoners take the old bathrooms, and the hallway by science class. The jocks use the field, and the gym, because of course. And the loners all take the bleachers and the solar panels. But one specific place doesn't have any of those groups. (Well, not during school hours.) 

There's a tree at the corner of the field, far enough away where you can't get hit by the ball when the jocks are playing soccer or whatever else, and since it's a tree there's obviously shade. I used to spend a lot more of my lunches there then I do now. I walk over to it, careful to dodge all of the commotion on the field, and not bump into any more emo freakshows walking by the solar panels. Then I sit down, and take out my homework. There's literally no better place in this school to do it.

But of course, I left out one annoying detail. The losers of the school will come here a lot to cry their eyes out, or whatever the fuck. Speaking of, I can clearly hear someone doing that behind me. "Uh, hey?" I hemm, looking at my homework awkwardly. The crying stops. No response. "I can leave, if you--" They step out from behind the tree. And guess who it is?

Evan Tree-Fucker Hansen. I stare at him for a minute, shoving my homework into my backpack. "You know what, I'll just leave." He looks like he's about to protest, but I walk away before he can. 

Look, I am not prepared to have a conversation with Evan. He was a dick. He might still be. Just because he's back to being a loser and a twink does NOT mean I feel sorry for him. Not in the slightest. I'm not angry at him, don't mistake it for that. In a way, it was sort of a taste of my own medicine. But I just haven't exactly wanted to get all chummy with the guy who used me for emails and a girlfriend. The one thing I got out of it? Twenty dollars. So, yeah. Not worth it. 

And now the guy that whole thing was based around is stalking me like the creep that he probably is, so at the moment I am not feeling quite ready to go tell Evan we can be best buds. The only thing I can think about, though? Why the fuck is Connor going after me and not him?

Word count : 712

Time : 10:06 eheh, at night. Edited TIme -w- : 2:56 p.m. let's goo

Inspo : Good! Might not update a lot, but I really just wanna make a chapter abt them going to a 7/11 or smthing tbh －  

P.O.V For The Next Chapter : My high child Connor Murphy ✌️