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“For once, stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!”
Jared clenches his jaw, looking up at the class staring at him. He was the only one in the class who had picked the wrong answer, and everyone was mad for whatever reason. Probably because the teacher had been talking about it beforehand. But he hadn’t been listening. He couldn’t focus. He’d gotten a text a mere two minutes before class had started. His grandmother had passed. Probably the only member of his family he actually gave a shit about. And she was gone. Just like that.
He doesn’t say anything, grabbing his phone off his desk and walking out of the room, as calmly as he could manage. He watches his feet as he walks, trying to focus on his breathing. He doesn’t even look up when he runs into someone.
“Sorry.” He mutters, not in the mood to deal with people at the moment.
“Jared? Are you okay?” The person mutters, causing Jared to look up at them. Evan. Of course it was Evan, why wouldn’t it be Evan.
“Of course, babe. I’m fine. Just peachy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I would like to go take a piss.” Jared says, feeling guilty for snapping at his boyfriend, but not okay enough to care.
“Jared, you passed the bathroom.” Evan states, looking at him with concern.
“I’m going back to class then.”
“Your class is on the other side of the building. Jared, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong, Evan! I’m fine!”
“Jared! For once, stop pretending you’re okay!” Evan snaps, taking a deep breath and reaching for Jared’s hand. His voice is soft when he speaks again, “Just talk to me.”
Jared takes a shaky breath, looking up at Evan. Evan. Soft Evan who cared to ask if he was okay. The only person in a very long time to care enough to ask. Evan sees the guard Jared so stubbornly held up vanish, a thing only very few people ever saw. He wraps his arms around the smaller boy, holding him close and tight, a thing Jared did for him when he was in distress. Jared lets a few tears fall, safe in Evan’s arms, before he sniffles and pulls back, wiping away his tears.
“My mom sent me a text, a fucking text message, saying my grandma passed away.” Jared mumbles. He doesn’t look at Evan. Evan shouldn’t have to see him like this.
Evan shakes his head, wrapping his arms back around Jared, “Is she going to check you out so you can go home?”
Jared shrugs, “I didn’t ask, but probably not.”
“I only have my online classes left. How about we go home and watch some of those episodes of Drag Race you recorded on my DVR and eat as much junk food our stomach can hold, yeah? You can even stay the night.”
Jared nods, looking up at Evan, “Thank you.”
