You Have Been Found (TreeBros)

2: The Computer Lab

Evan

Before the first period bell rings, Zoe Murphy runs up to me and Jared. I'm crouching down, so I stand up to see what she has to say about this.

"Hey, I'm sorry about my brother. I saw him hit Jared. He's a psychopath-" She is cut off by Jared piping in from the floor, groaning before doing so.

"Th-That's what I w-was think- ing." I chuckle at my boyfriend and roll my eyes.

When Zoe starts speaking again, I look her in the eyes. Huh, almost the same as Connors. "Evan, right?"

Startled that she knew my name, I don't think about what I'm going to say before I say it. "E-Evan.."

Confusion washes over Zoe's face, and she speaks again. "That's your name?.."

Taken back to reality, I jump a bit before responding. "O-Oh. Yes, E-Evan. I-It's Evan."

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Zoe looks frantic all of the sudden, being late for class and everything. "O-Oh, um.. I uh... have to go to first period, sorry again about Connor!" Then, she turns and runs away as fast as possible.

I look down at Jared again, weakly smiling at him as he gets up. He puts his arm around me so I can support him while he walks.

Suddenly, Jared speaks softly. "Damn," He winces, putting too much pressure on his legs while walking, "I didn't know Angst Lord was so fucking strong. I-I think he twisted my ankle when he pushed me down."

I don't know why, but I feel as if I have to defend Connor of the nickname that Jared gave him.

Weird.

We walk into the nurses office, and I ring the bell signifying that we are here. The nurse angrily turns to corner and looks at us in disgust. "What do you want, guys?"

Jared motions to the bruise forming on his face, and I decide to tell her the rest. "C-Connor Murphy p-punched him in th-the face, a-a-and then p-pushed him d-down. W-we think something i-is w-wrong with h-his a-ankle." She nods, and goes into another room to get something.

When she comes back, she looks at me and gestures for a chair besides the bed that she lays Jared in. My thoughts start to take over my brain as I look at my injured boyfriend in front of me.

I watched Connor beat up my boyfriend, Jared Kleinman. How fucking dare he! How could he do that to me...

He knows that Jared is my boyfriend and that I love him more than life itself! Not that I've really liked life.. Until Jared came into it! Why does Connor have to have fucking anger issues? Damn bastard.. I'm gonna get him back for this. I look worriedly down at Jared lying down next to me in the nurses office.

I start crying while I drown in thoughts of how I could've stopped Connor, and the nurse walks up to me. "Mr.." she looks down at her clipboard. Oh, how professional. You don't even know the names of your students. "Hansen?"

I look up at her with a bored expression on my face. An expression that says, "Go away, bitch." Ms. NurseLadyPerson puts her hand on my shoulder awkwardly. "Your friend will be okay, you have to go back to class."

I stare bullets at her, "He's my b-boyfriend." Damn, why did I have to fucking stutter! Wait, I always stutter. What the actual fuck is wrong with me?

Ms. UnMarriedBitchNurseLadyPerson just stares at me with a disappointed frown. Homophobic, huh? Bitch. "I don't care. Go to class. Now."

Groaning, I sadly and silently walk out of the office and to my 2nd period, which is study hall.

I decide to go to the computer lab and do something there. I do have to finish that one essay.. Nah, I'll just yell at Connor over email about how fucked up he is for punching Jared of all people.

Soon enough, I walk into the computer lab with tear-stained cheeks. As I'm putting my stuff down by a computer, a blonde girl walks out of the room, leaving me alone.

I sit down at a computer and log into my gmail account. It takes me ten minutes, but I write a long, rage-filled email to Connor. But just as I am about to hit send, somebody walks into the lab. I turn around and realize that-to my dismay-it's Connor. Just my luck.

He starts walking over to me, so I minimize the draft of the email so he doesn't see it.

He looks past me, or past my eyes. I guess he's nervous about talking to me or something. Since when is Connor ever afraid? "Hey, uh- I'm really sorry for p-pushing Jared down and punching him, I k-know that must've hurt to watch. I-It's just that my fucking anger issues kicked in because he called me a freak, and-"

"Connor." I say, cutting him off. He looks straight into my eyes, and I look into his. "I-I know y-you're s-sorry. I f-forgive y-you. Jared's f-fine, anyways."

He smiles at me, relieved. Yet, he says again, "I'm just really sorry. I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose." A sigh escapes his mouth, and he shifts his weight from his right leg to his left. Then, he adds, "Or Jared."

We both laugh lightly, knowing that that's not true. Connor awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. "I'd better go, I actually have work to do in the library." I nod and wave at him. He smiles at me just before turning to leave. "Bye."

"Bye."

As soon as he steps out of the room, I turn around as quick as I can in my chair and pull up the unsent rage email to Connor. I frantically delete the draft as fast as I possibly can, and close down the window.

As soon as I do that, I get a call from mom. Oh God, what did she do now.. I quickly answer it, knowing that if I don't, she'll think that I..-

She starts talking immediately, obviously on a timed break. "Shit, honey. I know I was supposed to pick you up for your appointment. I'm stuck at work. Erica called in sick with the flu and I'm the only other nurse's aide on today, so I-I volunteered to pick up her shift..."

I'm pretty used to this, I kind of expected it to happen. At least I don't have to go to my appointment today, not that it's really a hassle anymore. I don't have to write letters, so that's good. It's not like I have a mother who's always working and who doesn't even know me....

Realizing I haven't responded yet, I say, "It's f-fine."

..It hurts.

I imagine my mother smiling sadly on the other end of the line. Frantically, she starts talking again. "It's just, they announced more budget cuts this morning, anything I can do to show that I'm, you know, a team player-"

Understanding that she could get layed off, I interrupt her. "I-It's f-fine. I'll just t-take the b-bus." An unwanted sigh escapes my mouth, and I curse myself for it.

I sigh sadly and sign out of the computer as the bell for third period rings. I have English next. As I'm walking there, all I can think about is Connor, and I don't know why. It's unsettling, due to the fact that I have a boyfriend. And I hate Connor's guts.

Dear Evan Hansen, today is going to be a good day, and here's why:

Connor was actually nice to me today. So far.

I've started emailing Connor again, too. Maybe now I can actually let my feelings out, instead of keeping them in all the time.

Plus- just a random observation, nothing weird.. Connor's eyes are not just icy blue. They also have a bit of brown lining them.

~1341 words.

A/N: That last paragraph (up there ^^^) is Evan's thoughts at the end, I just put them in a paragraph format.