There are a few more things I have to get through, but I am almost done with this, and I am seriously looking forward to writing something new.


35. Συνέπεια

It probably says something about him, that Evan is unsurprised at the fact that Jared interrupted what was truthfully the best thing to happen to him. Sure, his head is still whirling from the fact that not only did Connor kiss him, but Evan asked him to do it again, and the alpha did; and they have to talk about it, make sense of it, but Jared doesn't seem to be planning on letting them do that any time soon.

Evan kind of wants to punch him in the face? Like, he knows violence is bad, but he also, sort of feels justified? He doesn't though, because it would necessitate for him to let go of Connor, and he isn't sure he can bring himself to do that yet; not when it feels like he'll go back to how things were not two minutes ago if he does.

The thing is, Evan doesn't know how to respond, because, really, how to respond to that? He doesn't even know what Jared is so disturbed about, like, logistically, everyone thinks Connor and Evan have been basically dating the last month and a half; hell, he's pretty sure even the guys at the yearbook committee think that, and they know about Tera. It's probably not a good thing, the fact that so many people know about Tera, but it also gives them the luxury of having more than one option if worse came to worse.

In the end, it's Connor who breaks the silence, also refusing to move his hold on Evan.

"What do you want Kleinman?"

Jared's frankly perplexed expression shifts roughly as he bristles towards him.

"What I want to know is how the hell you still reek of ash! The orchard was taken care of, the source was dealt with, but you're still mind-fucked"

"Jesus, and I'm the drug addict"

Evan thinks Connor is talking to him, but he can't react right now because he's busy making sense of what Jared is implying.

"You think Connor was mind controlled into liking me?"

Both alphas pivot towards him, Connor with incredulity, which, same; and Jared with clear frustration.

"Not just Connor, both of you, why else would he be so interested in you all of the sudden?"

During the entirety of his life Evan was hyperaware of his anger, because if he got too angry, he'd give himself away; slit pupils weren't exactly foxlike after all, but now… now Jared's words ring in his ears, echoing through his entire being; he's hurt, and tired, and so very done with Jared Kleinman.

He knows he half shifted because Connor's hold in him tightens, and Jared flinches backwards.

"Oh, because it couldn't possibly be that he actually sees me or that he likes me for me, no! No one would actually care about Evan Hansen! There has to be a higher power involved!"

Somehow he detaches himself enough from Connor to corner Jared into the lockers, enough so that he doesn't feel the alpha right now, but that's ok.

"Well, guess what Kleinman, just because you think I'm some object whose value depends on whether or not I can give you pups doesn't mean other people do the same"

Jared finally collides against the wall, Evan hisses at him before turning around and grabbing hold of Connor in order to get out before Jared manages to recover; he's not letting him have the last word, not this time.

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Connor is reeling, also kind of turned on but not enough for it to be noticeable, and he's ignoring it so it doesn't go there, but really, how is this his life?

He finds himself grinning once Evan stops to breathe, which causes the omega to direct his gaze at him, obviously just now processing what he just did; and Connor needs to stop him before he spirals.

"That was amazing Evan"

The omega smiles then, a small tentative quirk of the lips, but a smile nonetheless.

"I guess"

Connor moves closer to him, hand softly moving to make Evan look at him in the eyes.

"Hey"

His voice comes out softly, as he looks into Evan's lake green eyes; the omega sighs and places a hand on top of Connor's, eyes moving away.

"I'm trying to have a moral crisis; stop being distracting"

Connor felt himself smirking.

"And I'm distracting you how?"

Evan looks back to him, and Connor feels a hard to describe thing that's akin to dread but not quite.

"Is this ok?"

"Yes! Yeah, uh, is it? For you, I mean, are you ok with this?"

"I… oh god, we're doing this, I can't believe- I mean, yes, definitely, sorry, kind of reeling"

"Oh, thank god, I thought that was just me"

And Connor swears something gives at that because the next moment they're laughing, and honestly? He thought people were exaggerating when they said doing this sort of thing made you feel like flying, but as someone who has actually flown - perks of being a dragon - he can say it's very accurate. The don't let go of each other, just shift until they're forehead-to forehead, bodies curled together as their laughter dies out; and Connor never thought he'd like eye contact this much, but here he is.

"Can I kiss you?"

Connor feels his breath hitch at the look Evan gives him as he asks that, and it suddenly feels like they're too far; which is ridiculous when they're standing like this, really.

"Please"

And then Evan is getting rid of what little distance is between them, and Connor stops thinking for a few moments, as he willingly drowns in Evan.

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Trevor should have known his fellow committee members would tail him now that they had clear confirmation of him harboring a crush on someone, so when Avalon followed him all the way into the practice room for the school's jazz band, he was unsurprised.

Trevor was there to take a few pictures of the practice, try to get good shots of the guys playing for the yearbook; this was a process that took very long, as Trevor preferred natural poses for his work, as well as personality. This meant that he'd probably be working with the jazz band for the next week or so, and then he'd move to the marching band, and then to the choir, and so on until all students had at least one picture of the activities they partook on; Trevor was a meticulous boy.

Ok, so he might have picked to do this first on purpose; usually he reserved the best for last, but applying that to this was a bad idea, considering how tired he'd be by then, and considering he didn't want to be caught staring. And maybe he had a crush on one of the alphas in the band, so staring was something that did happen, though Trevor liked to believe he was subtle about it when not exhausted.

Leith Ellis was the first sax, which had been what had first caught Trevor's attention, he had an affinity to artistically inclined boys, sue him; the fact that Leith was naturally big enough to crush Trevor only helped. Like, the soft looking reddish brown hair, soft features, and warm eyes were also pluses; as well as the kind of thigs to remind Trevor that yes, he was very gay, thank you.

It had started as a purely physical attraction, until Trevor finally found a good enough reason to strike conversation without looking weird; and Leith just had to be the full package, just to spite him. He was so gone; it wasn't even funny anymore.

Problem was: despite what people at school believed of him, Trevor was actually the biggest gay mess; seriously, how did one approach cute boys? And how did you keep your meddling friends from finding out you liked a cute boy?

Irene was, much to Trevor's charging, probably the more likely to notice his pinning; that was most likely why she had been the one sent to tail him, if Trevor was being honest.

"So… who are you zooning of to?"

Shit, caught red-handed; at least she didn't find immediately, as Trevor knows she wouldn't ask if she knew.

"Because if it's Zoe, let me tell you right now, you do not want to add that to the fuck-pile we have going currently"

Trevor frowns with his entire face, almost tempted to make a disgusted sound at the notion; nothing against Zoe personally, Trevor is just disgustingly homosexual.

"She's not exactly my cup of tea"

"Ok, so the guy with her then, good to know"

Trevor groans, because he's aware he's not good at lying, so denying the truth is a moot point; so he just resigns himself to the fact that she knows now.

"Look, I just… I want to approach him on my own terms? And that excludes you guys meddling, so if you could, not tell Ava, that's be a peach"

Irene gives him a look, before she lets out a long-winded sigh, and nods solemnly.

"Fair enough"