Evan climbed out of the jeep, making sure not to look at the driver.

"Thanks, Jared," Evan mumbled softly. Jared huffed.

"Get a divers licences already, tree fucker," he snarled. With that, Jared drove off, probably to go park. Evan watched him go, sighing. He guessed he couldn't really blame Jared, who had been picking on him since the school year began, and ignoring him every other time, especially when their families got together.

Evan just wished that he would see the hypocrisy of it all. Jared had always been mean to Evan, but when Evan was finally getting some actual friends, Jared turned against him.

Obviously, what Evan did was... awful. He couldn't blame Jared, of course, even though Jared wasn't the greatest of friends, but he still didn't deserve what Evan said to him. Probably. Maybe. Evan didn't know.

What Evan did know, is that to properly avoid passing anyone at the school entrance, he needed to wait at least a minute and thirty seconds, but not more because then Jared would come, and that'd be a whole new can of worms.

To be honest, people probably wouldn't even look at him, but he didn't want to take the chance anyway.

...Well, that was hopefully enough time. Taking a deep breath, Evan rounded the corner of the school, hurried quickly up the steps and...

nearly ran straight into Connor Murphy.

Evan jumped back quickly, especially careful to not to actually hit Connor. At first he didn't want to say anything, maybe slip by unnoticed, but that hope quickly died when Connor turned to him.

"S-Sorry," Evan stuttered, backing away quickly. He noticed his palms were getting stupidly sweaty, but he was more worried about the fact that the exact person he had hoped he would never run into was standing in front of him, looking down at him with disgust.

Or, maybe it wasn't looking at him with disgust. Looking back, Evan realized that Connor had that look all the time.

"I'm sorry," Evan tried again nervously, in case Connor didn't hear him the first time. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.

Suddenly, Connor sighed, and turned away. "Whatever," Connor muttered, loud enough for Evan to hear him. "It's too early to deal with this crap."

Evan watched him go, a pit of unease settling in his stomach. Ever since the beginning of the year, about three days ago, Evan had expected Connor to confront him in some way. Maybe Connor would beat him up, or yell at him, or bully him, just something. But no.

In fact, it seemed like Connor was avoiding Evan just as much as Evan was avoiding him.

But that was a very, very bad mindset to get into. Evan had to be constantly alert, not that he could do anything, watching for whatever Connor might-.

"Evan, was it? Are you okay?"

Evan jumped, looking around wildly. He spotted Glinda, looking at him in concern. He also saw Alana behind her, who wasn't looking anywhere near him. Evan had never seen Alana without Glinda, but it makes sense; if Evan had a friend he would probably want to be with them all the time, too.

"Evan?" Glinda repeated, looking even more concerned. Evan winced, realizing how odd he must have looked like.

"U-Uh, I'm fine," Evan stuttered quickly, worried he was getting lost in his thoughts again. "I'm fine, yeah."

A relieved smile split across Glinda's face.

"Oh, good," she said. She walked forward and hugged Evan tightly and then hurried into the school, Alana close behind. Evan was shocked, and it was a while before he walked in after them.

The app was called We'll Get Better. It wasn't that out of the norm, as this school used many apps like this to help students, and Ms Wormwood has never had any problem with the apps, as it always seemed to somewhat help the students.

This particular app was supposed to give students others to talk to, and it also showed students to safe places, and it also tried to give students safer ways to sort through their mental issues.

It seemed like an alright app, but the part that through Ms Wormwood off the most was that she was required to inform her students about this.

Most apps they just recommended to her, and they usually recommended more than one, and she could pick and choose which one she thought would best help her specific class.

The board of education usually trusted her with this. But the app didn't seem bad, but it looked alright, so Ms Wormwood wasn't too worried about it. It was just... disappointing.

The introduction was met with the same level of success as it normal does. Me wormwood informed the students of the app, the students asked their questions, nobody got their phone out, and then they continued on with their learning of 'the 19th century Newsboys strike' (courtesy of Christine).

Maybe, if Ms Wormwood found the app unsatisfactory, she could give the students more resources to work with, but that would have to wait until she checked out the app herself.

Elphaba wasn't going to download the app. After all, it wasn't mandatory, and Elphaba didn't really think she needed it. But, as usual, her mind was changed by a short blonde dressed in pink.

"Elphie!"

"Hello, Elphaba!"

Elphaba smiled at Alana and Glinda, who had just come up. Honestly, Elphaba didn't think she would be that social this year (she had found herself to be an introvert) but Glinda had practically forced her to make friends. And, by the second day in, Alana, Glinda and Elphaba had formed a pretty close clique.

"Miss Elphaba, have you checked out the app?" Glinda asked, hugging Elphaba tightly.

"I don't know yet," Elphaba shrugged, awkwardly hugging Glinda back. "I guess I'll see..."

"It really is a good app," Alana told her, standing awkwardly to the side. If there was one thing Alana and Elphaba had in common, it was how much they didn't know about friendships. "It's got a pen pal feature, a helpful guide to help out people with anxiety attacks and stuff like that, tips to make someone less anxious... I wonder if they took inspiration from the Connor Project. Doubtful, though."

"The Connor Project?" Glinda repeated, confused.

"That was an online support group, right?" Elphaba asked. "A fundraiser?"

Alana beamed. "Yes!" she told them enthusiastically. "Evan and I worked on it together! B-Before I found out he lied... It was taken down after that..."

"Oh, that's awful," Glinda said sympathetically. She hugged Alana

"Why'd Evan lie?" Elphaba asked. Glinda pulled away from Alana and she shrugged.

"I never asked," Alana sighed. "We don't speak."

"Oh..." Glinda looked sad, and then she brightened. "Maybe the app will help out both of you! You can be friends again!"

"Oh, we weren't really friends," Alana corrected. "Just acquaintances."

"Oh..." Glinda said. "Well, maybe the app can make you friends!"

Elphaba shook her head. "Why do you like this app so much."

Glinda looked over at her. "Why, isn't it obvious? With this app, we can all connect."

Both Alana and Elphaba frowned at that answer, but neither knew where to start with their questions.

Elphaba sighed, and just decided to download the stupid We'll Get Better app.