This chapter is written as a compilation of moments following the day after the last chapter all the way to the end of that month and possibly into the next.

Also, take off your sunglasses cause' I might be throwing some shade.

EDIT: One of my editors hates me for writing this while the other one loves all the drama XD

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The next morning, Evan didn't even care about anything.

Not his hair, not his clothes, not the way he talked, the way he looked, nothing. He woke up, immediately feeling pissed off, yet passive. He stalked over to his closet and picked out the thing closest to him, a red flannel, gray skinny jeans, and a light gray hoodie with the sleeves cut off, far off from what he usually wore, but he didn't care.

Surprisingly enough, the outfit he chose didn't look as terrible as he initially thought, not that he was going to change if it looked atrocious, he was just pleased it looked okay.

He ran a hand through his hair so that there was a tuft hanging out when he pulled up his hood, shrugging on the flannel to stay in dress code and slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"Come on, fucker." He called half-heartedly into the hall as he walked downstairs.

"Fine, fine, I'm coming-whoa." Craig said, stopping after he saw what Evan was wearing.

"What? Do I really look that bad?" He asked, looking down at his outfit.

"No, you look fine, I'm just not used to so much color on you." Craig said, smiling at him as they walked out. "Come on, let's not leave them waiting."

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They arrived at their meeting spot, where everyone was already waiting for them. Tyler eagerly greeted Craig, much to everyone's surprise, while Evan avoided any and all association with Jonathan, which was expected.

He waved, creating a silent greeting which no one questioned.

When they began to walk, Evan felt a bit out of place, like he had in Hell when he would tag along with Craig to outings with his friends. He didn't know who to walk with, since he wasn't speaking to his ex and everyone else was caught up in conversation. So, he stuck to the back, which caused Jonathan to be pulled up front so he was as far away from him as possible.

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"You fucking broke him." Tyler stated as soon as he sat down at the lunch table, immediately catching Jonathan's attention.

"Excuse me?" Jonathan nearly choked on his food, not knowing what Tyler was talking about.

"Evan. You broke him. He didn't argue with Mr. Bishop at all today, and he set Evan up for so many jokes! In fact, I haven't heard him speak once today. You. Broke. Him." Tyler sounded pissed off, yet sympathetic for Evan.

The rest of the table took the information in after a few seconds, but once it sank in they turned angry glances at Jonathan. They had finally learned just how serious this relationship was.

A few minutes later, Craig arrived, alone.

"Hey." He said, casual like nothing was wrong.

"Where's Evan?" Marcel's question was an immediate reply.

"I'm not really sure, last second Mr. Bishop called him back, then I waited for a few minutes until this lady came over, so I left and came here."

"What lady?" Jonathan asked, only to get a glare from everyone else.

"You can't speak now." Brock said, turning back to Craig. "Did she have like reddish blonde hair? Dresses like a hippie?"

Craig thought for a second. "Yeah."

The table's eyes widened. "That was the counselor." Tyler said.

"What the hell is a counselor?" Craig tilted his head in confusion.

"It's basically like a shitty therapist or like motivational speaker for the school. They also like help with the schedules and college applications and shit." Marcel said, not even bothering to ask why Craig didn't know it.

Craig was about to reply when his phone buzzed, so he pulled it out. "Oh, Evan's heading home. Well, technically he said 'Fuck this bitch, I'm out.' But it's basically the same thing." He typed out a quick response and tucked it back into his pocket.

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One Week Later

Evan's mood had improved, he talked a bit more, didn't ignore Jonathan as much, even went back to arguing with Mr. Bishop, although his attitude was still snappy and harsh.

It was lunch time, and Evan was actually joking around and laughing with his friends until he spotted Jonathan coming. Lately it hadn't bothered him, but today he wasn't alone.

As soon as his face fell, everyone turned to look where he was looking, and they saw what he saw.

Jonathan holding hands with Luke. When Luke saw him, he flashed a small smirk at Evan, who began to glare at him.

"I gotta go." He said coldly, standing up and leaving. "See you guys later."

As he left, he glanced at the two, as if to say he could care less about them, but the cold look that was still stuck in his dark eyes said everything else.

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The guys were late, and unfortunately, Evan was stuck waiting for them with, you guessed it, Jonathan. Suddenly, he was regretting saying yes when Craig asked if he could spend the night at Tyler's.

"So, pretty good weather we're-" Jonathan began to speak, trying to break the awkward silence.

"Don't even." Evan snapped, turning the page of the book in his hands.

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"Hey guys, let's stop." Marcel said, noticing that Evan and Jonathan we were waiting for them, alone together. "I want to see what happens."

Craig was skeptical, but he knew he couldn't go full brother mode or else Evan would shut him out again, so he agreed.

They dove behind some bushes, or tried to at least, but eventually they were in a good enough position to see and possibly hear the two in front of them.

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Jonathan stepped in front of Evan, watching as the boy in front of him tensed, ready to snap at him if need be.

"Hey, I have a question." He stated, blunt so Evan couldn't draw anything from it.

"Hey, I don't have an answer." Evan replied, once again trying to get Jonathan to shut up.

Annoyed, Jonathan grabbed the book out of Evan's hands, causing them to be face to face.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Evan growled.

"I want you to look at me, okay? We're not on the best of terms, and you haven't even tried to make it better." Jonathan wanted to make him angry, he said all the wrong things on purpose, he had a plan, and something told him it might work.

"Well, it's not my fault things are like this, so don't try to blame me." Evan tried to grab the book back, but Jonathan was quick to pull it away. "What the hell are you playing at, huh? Are you looking to get your ass kicked? Because I will do it in a heartbeat."

"No, you won't, Ev, you're too nice." Jonathan taunted.

Evan felt his anger levels rise, and had to calm down before his eyes flashed red again, but not before he replied. "I am anything, but nice. And if you keep talking, you'll realize that."

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"I got twenty bucks that says shit is gonna go down." Marcel said, watching his friends with interest.

"I got fifty that says shit won't go down, and that all they're spitting are empty threats." Tyler said, his eyes also locked on the pair.

"I got a hundred that says Marcel is right." Craig said, knowing that no matter what happened, Evan was going to do something. Because Evan has never once said an empty threat.

"I got a hundred that says Marcel is wrong." Tyler countered, refusing to believe that his boyfriend didn't think he was right.

"Tyler, you know if you lose you're out a hundred and fifty dollars right?" Brian said.

"I know, I know, look! Something is happening!"

They all immediately turned their attention to the pair, witnessing something none of them saw coming.

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Once again, Jonathan grabbed Evan's face, who was already so close, and kissed him.

Evan was shocked, not even letting himself enjoy something he had been missing since everything happened. He pushed him off.

"No." His voice was louder than he thought, but firm. "I'm not doing this."

"What? Seriously? You're miserable without me, and here I am giving you another chance-"

"You're not doing me any favors by kissing me, jackass. If anything, you should feel honored that I'm not angrier at you, because I don't fucking need you."

"Don't lie to me, Evan. Nobody likes a liar."

"Takes one to know one. So fuck off."

"Why do you make everything difficult? Why can't we just be together and act like nothing ever happened?"

"Because this isn't some shitty fucking Disney movie where no matter what happens everyone is happy in the end. This is real life, and in real life, shit happens, real shit. Not everyone has to fall in love in high school, you know. There isn't a happy ending to every story." Evan snarled, quickly diving in to grab his book before backing away equally as quick.

"Hey, Disney is some good shit, and it's not my fault that you can't see the good in everything."

"No, but it's your fault that there's no good between us."

"Sure there is! We had some great times!"

"Oh yeah, great times, like when you cheated on me? Oh, that was my favorite! And what about the time when you tried to blame me for our breakup? Wasn't that just great?" Evan's voice was drenched in sarcasm, and he could feel his anger beginning to bubble over. "Face it, Jonathan, its over. So why don't you go crying to your whore of a boyfriend instead of trying to get back together with me, because it's a waste of breath."

"You should feel amazing that I'm doing this while I'm dating him! I'm going after you despite how bad things are between us!"

"Is that what you told him? When you snuck around with him? Ditched me for him? Did you tell him he was amazing? That he was the greatest person in the world? That you loved him? I'm not a recycling bin, you can't just re-use words on me."

"God, Evan! You are so stubborn! I thought you were in love with me!"

"Just because I love you, doesn't mean I want to be with you."

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"Holy shit, that was amazing."

"Tyler! You owe me money!"

"Me too, bitch!"

"I don't even care how broke I am, that was so good!"

"They're gonna hear us."

"Doesn't matter, that was some lit shit!"

"Don't say that."

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Jonathan gave up on Evan, who had gone back to pretending he didn't exist, although he did interact with him if he had too.

But Luke, things were great with him, he brought him everywhere, much to Evan's dismay, but he didn't care. He was happy.

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Evan felt numb, like an emotionless robot who could do nothing but watch as humanity lived. He didn't feel like anything, not a demon, not a human, not even like a being.

He felt like he was on autopilot, because he most likely was. He paid attention, but it's like he wasn't there.

Honestly, he felt like he had gotten his wish, because he felt like he was back home in Hell, tagging along behind Craig as he spoke with his friends, dragged him off to parties to please his parents.

He was the person no one talked to, listened to, joked with, he was himself, because there was no one else to be.

It hurt to sit next to Jonathan, but he did it because he had too, he talked to him, because he had too.

Is this what it felt like, to be human? To feel trapped and helpless? To have a million thoughts rushing through your head, but being unable to voice a single one? To play along with everyone else while you felt yourself crumbling down?

How much was he going to have to destroy himself just so he could protect these humans?

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Craig was out, on a date with Tyler, but Evan wasn't entirely sure, because he hadn't really paid attention.

Instead, he was sat at the kitchen table, his chin resting on the table as he stared at a bottle of vodka. Just looking at it made him anxious, his breathing was faster than normal, and he felt dizzy the longer he sat there, but he stayed.

Because he knew what that liquid could do to him. What people say it can do, but his fear helped him just a bit more.

He could go completely numb, out of control, suffer by himself in the quiet of the house, because he was just that crazy right now.

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The bottle hit the wall, and he jumped back in fear as he heard the glass crumble to the floor.

"Please, don't hurt me."

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Evan shook his head, this had to be done, well, maybe it didn't, but he wanted it to be done. He wanted to feel out of control, and numb and dizzy and all the wonderful joys you can have from a fear of alcohol.

Because he just wanted to feel something, anything, he needed a reset, a jumpstart, something to get him going.

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The smell was bitter, and it burned his nostrils like smoke from a cigarette. He wanted to cough, but he couldn't.

He was safe, under the cabinet, any noise and he'll be in trouble.

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Pushing down his anxiety, he gripped the bottle with a grimace and pulled off the top. Giving himself a three second countdown, he chugged the whole bottle down, screwing his eyes shut as he tasted how bitter it was.

His hands shook, but he didn't put down the bottle until it was all gone. And once it was, he practically threw it back onto the table, luckily not shattering it in the process as he crashed to the ground, trembling.

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They both finished their bottles, throwing them carelessly throughout the room as he stayed hidden.

Any second, he expected heavy, drunken footsteps to start walking through the house, searching for him like it was hide and seek.

Those footsteps never came.

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He felt breathless, his heart beat against his chest as he fought the feeling of being trapped and unable to escape. He was so dizzy that the world began to spin, and slowly he felt the world slip away from him, as the kitchen began to turn darker and darker until it faded into a solid black.

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He crawled out of the hiding place, cautiously looking around the corner until he saw them. They stood on wobbly legs for a few heartbeats before crashing to the ground, laying still and unmoving. Their chests failed to move up and down, and it appeared they weren't breathing.

He hated them, he knew he hated them, but he still felt concern as he thought of what had just happened.

Sprinting towards the bodies, he called their names, hoping they would wake up.

"Mom! Dad!"