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I wasn't paying attention.

It wasn't long till I realized that I've been pushed.

M-my cast!

I quickly checked if my cast was damaged.

It wasn't too far back when I got this.

It was a February day.

When I jumped off a tree.

And instead of dying.

I broke my arm.

I saw Jared rush back to me.

"Oh no! Evan, I'm so sorry I left you there. Are you okay? Did he hurt you? How's your cast? Please don't tell me you broke your other arm" he checked for bruises and hugged me after talking.

"I-I'm fine, I-I w-was just pushed ag-gainst the lockers-"

"Oh Evan my poor baby" he talked to me in a motherly way. Classic Jared.

"J-jared.. p-p-people a-are going t-to assu-ume th-at w-w-we're t-together" I spoke, just sitting there.

"Shh shh... let them think"

"J-jared, that's g-gay"

"Sure I am, what's your point" he pulled away.

I was confused.

"R-right.. let's h-head to class" he helped me up and led me to our first class.

Another day of socializing ahead of me.

Great.

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I sat next to Jared, since he's the only friend I have besides Alana, who doesn't go to this class.

I call Alana my friend but, she never called me hers. She always uses other words to refer to me. Like, acquaintance, partners, seatmate, classmate, schoolmates, etc.

But she never really called me a friend.

"Alright class, goodmorning, I'm Ms. Mcnamara, I'll be your English teacher for this school year" A middle aged woman smiled brightly. She wore a yellow cardigan and a long skirt with checkered patterns. Accompanied with, yellow heels.

We responded with a greeting.

"Okay, so today I'm going to tell you a little more about me, I graduated highschool at Westerburg high, Sherwood, Ohio. I graduated college from Brown University. This is my 3rd year of teaching here. My full name is Heather Mcnamara, but call me Ms. Mcnamara. It's great to see you all, and I hope this school year will turn out fine" She wrote her name on the board, for us to remember.

"Now, I want to know you, so if you please, just stand upfront and introduce yourself to the class" she spoke.

A class introduction?! Of course Evan! Why didn't you think ahead for this?!

Students started to introduce themselves, saying their names, age, and hobbies.

After a few students, Jared stood up and walked upfront.

"Sup' heteros, I'm Jared Kleinman. Gay as hell, 17 years old. I like bathbombs, guys, and LUSH" he spoke casually.

The girl on my left spoke:

"I love gay people"

"Okay, great!-" she wrote down on a notebook "-10 straight people out of 30" she spoke silently while she wrote something down.

"Okay anyone else wants to introduce themselves? Anyone?- oh right! How about you... Evan Hansen?" I perked up as I heard my name.

Me?

Introduce?

M-myself?!

"W-w-what?" I stammered.

"Would you like to introduce yourself?" She asked kindly.

What do I say?! What am I going to say?!

"s-sure" I spoke before standing up.

I walked infront.

Exhaled deeply before talking.

"H-h-hi, I-I'm Evan Hansen-n, and I l-like t-trees. I study them sometimes. I like jazz- b-but not all Jazz-maybe like Jazz band jazz, that was so weird, I'm sorry" I fiddled with the hem of my shirt. My words sounded more like a run-on sentence rather than a normal one.

I carefully looked up to their faces. They all looked confused.

Did I not make a good impression?

Do they think I'm weird?

"Oookaaayyy.. so um, Evan, how old are you?-"

"SEVENTEEN!- I-I'm seventeen, s-sorry" my anxiety gets the best of me.

"O-okay, you may take your seat"

I said a quick thank you before rushing back to my seat. Beads of sweat started to form.

"I'm proud of you" Jared said as he held my hand firmly.

"T-thanks" my voice cracked.

The teacher called the attention of one student.

He hesitantly stood up and walked infront.

I could tell he isn't into this sort of thing too.

"Can you tell us your name?"

He sighed.

"Hi, I'm Connor Murphy. And I don't give a fuck about any of you" he rolled his eyes before walking back to his seat.

W-wait... i-isn't he the guy who pushed me earlier?

"W-wow, m-maybe let's keep the swear words to ourselves, okay? Okay. Now let's start with our orientation..." she said.

I didn't pay much attention because I was looking at Connor. If that's his name.

He looks...

Scary.

Just seeing him sent shivers down my spine. I didn't have a good vibe from him. Judging from his earlier action, I'm guessing that people don't like him very well.

But I hope he has a friend.

Even just one friend.

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"H-hey Jared, w-what's your email address? Maybe we could send some to each other sometime" I asked him.

"Weirdo. Who uses emails when messaging they're friends?" He chuckled as he wrote down his email address on a piece of paper.

He gave it to me and I said thanks.

"Wanna go get lunch?" He asked me.

Lunch? With a crowd of people filling up a small room?!

No.way.

"S-sure" I spoke.

Words fail.