Defined (Treebros)

Two: Oblivious (Connor)

TW: Mentions of drugs and suicide.

Oblivious: not conscious of something, especially what is happening around you.
- Cambridge English Dictionary.

Connor Murphy didn't do drugs. He never had and never intended to.

So he wasn't sure why everyone assumed he did. Perhaps it was because his eyes frequently appeared to be bloodshot due to his lack of sleep. Maybe it was because people made him angry. Maybe it was a stereotype.

Whatever the reason was, he didn't do drugs. But even his family thought he did.

Connor was in his room. He wasn't in the mood to sit with his family and eat breakfast, so he was sitting at his desk, sketching in his art book. After a while, he took out a lined notebook from his drawer and opened up to a random page, beginning to write.

He wasn't bothering anyone at all. He was just quietly sketching and writing.

Nevertheless, Zoe barged in his room without warning. She looked at Connor and sighed.

"Damn. I was hoping to catch you in the act."

"What?" Connor asked.

"I wanted to catch you smoking," Zoe said.

Connor threw down his pencil in frustration. "I don't smoke!"

"Sure." Zoe rolled her eyes. "That's very believable."

"Fuck you!" Connor yelled, putting his head in his hands. "Just leave me alone!"

Zoe walked out of his room, slamming the door.

Great. Connor didn't feel so calm anymore.

He got out of his seat, almost making the chair fall over in the process.

Connor tore the note he was writing out of the notebook and shoved it into his pocket.

He picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder before walking out of his room and trudging down the stairs.

He didn't bother to make sure he had the books he needed. What was the point? After he finished school, he'd have bigger problems to worry about than a stupid detention.

Connor knew he had an art sketchbook, a book to read and aspirin for his headaches, and that was all he needed.

When he got down the stairs, he looked down the hall to see Zoe walking out the door. She stopped when she saw Connor. "Are you coming, or...?"

Connor rolled his eyes and walked towards the door, closing it behind him.

"I'm driving," Zoe said, walking towards the car they shared. "You shouldn't drive when you've just been smoking."

"I don't fucking smoke!" Connor yelled, throwing the car door open.

He pulled his phone and headphones out of his pocket and blasted it with both headphones in.

Eventually, Zoe tapped his shoulder. He took one headphone out. "I can hear your music," she said, annoyed.

Connor shrugged. "So can I." He put the headphone back in.

The rest of the car ride was silent (except for Connor's music, of course). Zoe pulled into the student car park and they both got out the car.

Connor wrapped his headphones around his phone and shoved it in his pocket.

When he put his phone in his pocket, his hands brushed the note. This was fortunate, as he'd forgotten about it.

Zoe was already gone, walking over to her group of friends.

Connor trudged off inside the building. He made his way down the hall, glaring at anyone who looked at him.

He stopped when he saw Evan Hansen standing by his locker.

Evan Hansen, the boy he wanted to be friends with.

Evan Hansen, the boy who had an obvious crush on Connor's sister.

Everyone knew about this crush, even Zoe, but Evan seemed to be oblivious to this.

Connor sighed. There went his plan to slip the note in his locker. Now he had to give him the note, or even talk to him, which would make it much more awkward.

"Hey, Connor!" He saw Jared Kleinman's sarcastic, smiling face pop up from behind Evan.

This frustrated Connor. Now he wouldn't be able to talk to Evan alone.

Evan looked nervous, avoiding eye contact with Connor.

"What the fuck do you want, Kleinman?" He snapped. He felt his anger rising.

"I wanted to let you know that I know a guy who can get you some great drugs," he said. Connor began to tune Jared out, bubbling with anger.

"Fuck off!" Connor yelled. He saw Evan wince a bit at the yelling.

He felt bad. He hadn't meant to make Evan upset.

He turned around and stormed off down the hallway towards the exit.

He was an idiot. Why had he thought Evan had possibly wanted to be friends with someone like him?

Now he'd upset Evan. There went the possibility of a friend.

Connor wasn't sure where he was going. He was just walking. He walked passed the playground and down the dirt path, the ground crunching with every step he took.

He eventually came to an open space surrounded by trees. Connor knew that people usually brought their dogs to this spot.

He sighed and leaned against one of the trees.

What had he done to make everyone hate him?

Nothing.

What could he do to change it?

Nothing.

There was nothing he could do about it. He was nothing.

He opened his bag and retrieved the bottle of aspirin from the front pocket.

Nothing. Nothing.

He unscrewed the cap.

Nothing. Nothing.

He brought the bottle up to his mouth.

Nothing. Nothing.