You didn't want to wake up. You were having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved.

You woke up into a nightmare.
Well, not quite. More like you were shaken awake in third period chemistry.

"Miss (L/N)!" The teacher said, shaking you a second time.
You shot up, still groggy. It was a nice nap, but you were sure to face a consequence for it.
"Miss (L/N), care to explain why you slept in my class?"
The class snickered.
You composed yourself, sitting up straight. You straightened out your hoodie, a bright red one with soft material. You weren't seen without it before.
"Well?" The teacher demanded, annoyance in her voice.

"Well, you see, I was trying to paying attention. Sadly, your awful teacher skills lulled me to sleep."
You let out a smirk at the last part. You were already in trouble, might as well go out with a bang.
You could hear the class 'oooo' at the response, like someone had just been roasted. (Which they had)

Your teacher, however, was offended, shocked, and disgusted.
"(Y/N), how DARE you speak to a teacher in that tone! You are by far the most-"
You cut her off by finished her sentence.
"Arrogant, disrespectful, loud mouthed, rude, and worst behaved child you have ever taught," you mimicked in your best 'whiny bitch' voice. "And that's just from the top of my head!"
The class erupt into laughter and 'OHHHHHHH!' Sounds. Truth be told, you were a trouble maker. The school seemed to like you, though, and you couldn't care less if this all went on your record.

"You will be suspended for this, young (lady/man)!"
You rolled your eyes.
--
Evan nervously paced outside the guidance counselers office.
He didn't know much, except that you had gotten into trouble, and you definitely weren't going to be let off easy.
He nervously cradled his broken arm. He looked at your name, the exact place you signed it.
The middle of the fucking cast, huge letters. It matched your personality.
Evan smiled at your signature. He had known and liked you for so long, but would never admit it. He was going to continue gazing at the handwriting, when someone threw an arm around him.

Jared.
"Well, Evan, how does it feel to be the first person to break their arm from jacking off too much?"
Evan was overcome with anxiety.
"Nonono! Jared, I-I wasn't doing t-that! I would never-"
"Oh, please! It's obvious! Here, let me set the scene:

You're sitting in bed, scrolling through (Y/N)'s social media-"
"I fell out of a tree!"
"You what?" Jared asked, confused.
"I-I broke my arm like that. I-I was climbing, and I just fell-" Evan hurried out.
"What are you, a fucking acorn?"
---
"(Y/N), I'll have to call your mother about this." The school guidance counseler said, disappointment cringing her voice.
You like her. Soft spoken woman, never raised her voice. She'd listen to you and laugh at your jokes. Of course, as much as she wanted you to, you didn't open up to her. Nobody saw you as you. And nobody ever would.

You visibly tensed up. You knew how your mom would react to getting a call from school. You didn't want to think about it.
"Miss Capello, I really don't think that's necessary." You started, taking deep breaths.
"And why not, (Y/N)?"
Fuck, how would you explain now?
"It's just.. um... she's on vacation! And she's not coming back till the end of the school year?"
The guidance counselor didn't looked convinced, but decided not to press the matter.
"Fine. I assume you are staying with a trusted guardian, yes?"
"Yes ma'am."
She sighed. "Fine, you're free to leave."
You stood up.

Either way, you knew you'd soon be back.
--
"You what!?"
You tensed up at Connors reaction. Along with Evan, he was your only close friend, and often an aid in your shenanigans.

"I.. I yelled at a teacher. Big whoop." You replied, keeping your composure.
"(Y/N), you'll get in big trouble for that." Connor heaved out, taking a bite of his lunch. Evan had yet to join you two.
"Says the kid who gets stoned at the back of the school."
"Says the person who gets stoned in their basement. Yaint much different."
"First of all- did you just casually use the word 'yaint'?"
"I-"
Connor was going to finish, but was cut off by Jared and Evan sitting down at your table.
You smiled at Evan warmly, but scowled at Jared.
"Hey, what's with the mean look, beautiful?" Jared snarkily said.
"No reason, hot-lips."

You both tried keeping a straight face, but soon both burst out laughing.
You and Jared often fake-hit on each other.
One of your many jokes.
Evan loathed it. He couldn't stand the thought of you hitting on somebody. Unless, of course, that someone was him.

"Evan, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Having gay fantasies?" Connor asked, with a slight nudge. It earned a small "ow" from Evan.

"Lay off, Connor." You said, a tinge of protectiveness in your tone. Evan was like a little brother. A little brother that is soft and innocent, and that must be protected at any costs.
Evan smiled genuinely, while Connor groaned.

"Goddamit, (Y/N)! You have to let Evan man up eventually." Connor said, exasperated.
"He can man up- just without being shoved, Murphy." You replied back, snarkily.
Connor bust a crooked grin. You, and you alone, always called him 'Murphy' when scolding him. It was your way of saying 'stop being a dick, but I'm not mad at you or anything.'

Evan noticed Connors grin, and looked down into his own food. He wouldn't be surprised if Connor won your heart. After all, Connor was everything he wasn't.
He was cool. He was relaxed. He was handsome. And he got high with you, which Evan never did. Although you never allowed Evan weed, he still felt as if you and Conner were closer because you two liked to get stoned together.

He must have been lost in his thoughts, looking hopeless, because you nudged him and whispered to him whilst Jared and Connor bickered about Florida.

"Hey, don't let Connor get to you. That's just his way of showing he cares."
Evan let out a slight smile, causing you to smile back.
He really was something, that Hansen kid.

Evan seemed to get you. He knew what it was like with only one parent around. You only opened up about your mom to him, for that matter.
He was also much gentler then the other people you knew. He would never hurt someone, or make a rude remark about them. He was a kind person.

You loved him, but in the way friends love each other.

Platonically.

A/N
Another x reader because it's all I can write decently and because I'm procrastinating other things