I'm Hurting (H2OVanoss)/BBS (In Progress)

When Feelings Are Exposed

I have my first class with Lui, Arlan, Brian, David, Brock, Ryan, and Luke. We didn't talk the whole class. I tried my best not to say a word to anyone throughout the whole class, but the girls are always coming up to me and asking me things.

Of course I say no, because I'm mostly gay. But nobody knows that except for my group of friends.

The bell rings, signaling that class is over, so I grab my bag and walk to my next class. I have this class with all of the guys, Julian, and some of his friends. I sit down in my regular seat as everyone else does the same.

"Free period." Our teacher announces then walks out the room.

Everyone in the class starts talking and chatting leisurely, but I can't find the motivation to join. I lay my head down for about 5 minutes until I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look up and see Jon facing me. We sit besides each other in this class, due to our teacher letting us pick our seats.

"Are you good? Everyone is worried about you." He says in a sympathetic tone, looking at me sweetly.

I blink a few times before responding, "Yeah, I'll be fine." I smile. Before I can process, he stands up and grabs my hand, leading me out of the room.

Tyler's POV

As I was talking to Craig and Brian, I saw Jon pull Evan out of the classroom.

"I wonder what that was about" Craig says while looking at the door.

"Hopefully Jon makes a move finally"  Lui comments, sighing.

"Yeah, it's about time" Luke chimes in, resting his cheek in his palm.

We hear the door open again and see Julian walking out too. Going the same direction that Evan and Jon went.

"Uhh... Should we... be worried?" Arlan says quiet enough so everyone in the group can hear.

"Yeah, we probably should" I say, and with that Craig, Brock, Brian, Ryan, Marcel, David and I all leave the classroom and look around for places they might be.

Jon's POV

"We need to talk. Privately." I say, still holding onto Evan's hand, dragging him through the halls.

"Why?" He asks quietly, confusion evident in his voice.

We stop, " Ever since last night, when we found out you were cutting yourself and were thinking about suicide, you haven't been the outgoing Evan that we're used to." I tell him, looking into his eyes.

He looks away from me, "I'm still the same person you've known for the last 10 years." He side glances at me, giving me an innocent look, "Why are you so mind blown?"

"You don't seem like the same person anymore." I sadly furrow my eyebrows at him.

He squints his eyes at me, sending me an alert that he's holding back some words and emotions from spilling out. The worst kind of look.

"Yes I am, how could you say that?" He furrows his eyebrows defensively, his eyes still squinted.

"No, you're not! The Evan we know would've told them about his parents by now! The Evan we know wouldn't cut his wrists! The Evan we know wouldn't want to commit suicide." I mumble the last part, feeling a billion emotions circulate my body.

"I've always been that way! You just didn't know!"

I close my eyes and irritatingly sigh. I push him against the wall, our faces being inches apart. I can feel his breath on my skin as I hold his arms against the wall, making sure he can't run away. I'm trying my best to not get frustrated, or extremely sad, but I just don't know how to feel.