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Evan was sat in English, zoning out. Until a pen got thrown at him. He turned to his friend Morgan.
“Who the actual HELL just disrespected me like that?”
“Rowan, obviously.”
“Ahem, RO-”
“Evan, shut. Up.” Morgan replied, turning behind to face his best friend Luke, who was sat bored out of his mind next to Rowan. “Luke, can you tell Evan’s boyfriend to stop chucking things off him?”
Luke just smiled and didn’t say a word. Evan tried to defend himself, but Morgan swore he saw him blushing.
“Evan, just admit it, we all know you like Rowan.” Morgan deadpanned.
“No I don’t bro, I literally hate him!”
“Sure.. sure you do.”

 ——

A few loud hours later, and lunchtime came around. Evan was annoying Morgan, as usual, Luke was laughing about it, and their friends Charlie and Cody came to sit with them. Morgan, confused, turned to Cody. “Cody, where’s Ani? I thought you’d be with them.”
“Dying in a bathroom stall,apparently.”
“Oh for the love of god.. Luke, I’ll be 2 minutes, don’t eat my shitty pizza,”
Luke looked confused but did as Morgan said. Evan suddenly went quiet.
“Wait what.. Evan, you can shut up?” Luke said, teasing.
“Kill yourself, Luke.”
“Bet.”
Somewhere in the distance, Morgan’s voice shouted “DON’T YOU DARE.”

—— 

A few tables away, Rowan was zoning out again. He didn’t really know why, honestly. He had been a lot recently. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and left the room. His friends looked at him, wondering where he was going.
“Why you leaving so soon?” One of the boys he was sat with, Theo, asked.
“Not hungry”
“That doesn’t sound like you, fatass”
“You can’t talk. Also, I’m literally skinny.”
“Still a fatass.”

 ——

Rowan walked away and passed Ani sobbing and Morgan feeding them chocolate.

“What the fuck?” He thought. He didn’t see that a lot. And for some reason, he just went and… sat down.

“Fuck my life, I’ve got history next!”

——

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

“Wait what the fuck?” Evan thought to himself. “There’s not a clock in here”

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The sound of the teacher talking faded into the background as the mysterious ticking continued. Evan hated history. Everyone hated history. It was boring.

“Evan, can you tell me the answer to number 7?”

Rowan’s voice whispering to him across the classroom snapped him our out his thoughts.

“Oh, uh… the battle of Hastings.” Evan replied. He watched as Rowan quickly scribbled it down. They could be nice to eachother. Sometimes.

 ——

And then there’s the other times.

The next period, Evan got a football kicked off him 17 times.

“Rowan, you have to be aiming for me at this point. Luke, back me up here.”

“I’m staying out of this.” Luke responded, pushing his hair behind him and then sprinting across the cold, hard floor.

And suddenly, that’s where Evan was. The cold, hard floor.

“Rude! And that’s 18.”
“Can I go to 20?”
“No! Bro-”
“Shut up Evan”

——

In the distance, Morgan and Ani were running laps.

“Do you think Evan likes Rowan?” Morgan asked, curiously.
“That’s a dumb question. You cannot convince me they’re not in love.”
“I should write gay fan fiction about them”
“Morgan, you tried to write gay fan fiction about two of our teachers and almost got caught during RE.”
“That just raises the stakes, Ani. It’s part of the vibes. Besides, I’d use fake names for them!”
“Like what?”
“Connor and Xavier.”
“Why?”
“Connor and Evan are characters from Dear Evan Hansen, rowan and Xavier are characters in Wednesday”
“Oh. Damn. Can i talk about Cody now?”

Back in the other PE group, Rowan was marking Evan during football. They kept pushing eachother. Why? Nobody knows.

Yet.

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As the class settled in their seats once again, the form tutor, a man in his late 20’s that looked like he had many things he’d rather be doing, began to take attendance. A red pen flew across the room. Then another. “Nothing new..” Evan whispered quietly, more to himself than anyone else that could hear him. He stared at Rowan, who was preparing his third shot. Another guy in his class, Cade, shouted “MONSTER!” At Morgan. Morgan, who was hiding a can of monster from the teachers in his pocket, played it off with a simple “that’s not a very nice thing to call me!” while brushing his curly hair out of his face.
“A response that would make Luke proud and Ani die laughing” Evan muttered, still half-distracted by Rowan. He allowed himself to zone out, the rest of the noise fading into the background. Until he heard Cade shouting at Morgan again.

“YOU ARE NOT A MAN! BOYS ARE GIRLS!!”
“Oh alright then,” Morgan murmured, looking around the room like he had better things to do. He locked eyes with his friend Alexandra, and they both started laughing about Cade’s ridiculousness.
“GO TO CHURCH!” Cade shouted.
“I’m an atheist” Morgan retorted.

 ——

As the bell rang for the next class, Rowan hovered a little too close to Evan. I mean, sure, they were in all of the same classes, but still, Rowan could have gone with Cade or that one other guy he’s met a couple of times called Miles or whatever. They walked into class and took their seats. “Morgan, we’ve got a sub!” Luke whisper-shouted, grinning and running a hand through his long hair.
“Morgan, swap seats?” Rowan smirked.
“Hell yeah!”
So Morgan moved next to Luke while Rowan moved next to Evan.
“Why are you even here bro…” Evan whined.
“So I can look at your phone.”
“Do not snitch.”
“I won’t, I’m chill.”
“You want 5p?”
“Sure” Rowan shrugged, taking the small coin.

——

Meanwhile, at the back of the class, Morgan whispered “husbands”, gesturing to the two boys in front of him. He was met with a small “no shit” from Luke. They watched as Rowan accidentally smacked Evan in the face, both completely unaware of the two boys watching from behind them.
“Shit, sorry,” Rowan muttered, reaching out instinctively to touch the soft red mark on Evan’s face. They stared at eachother for a second, and Rowan pulled his hand back like he’d been burnt.

——

As the lesson started up properly, Evan pulled his phone out, hiding it from the teacher under his desk. He just did stupid things, like mess around on geometry dash or text his homeschooled cousin. He opened YouTube and slipped one earphone in without the teacher noticing. He opened a playlist titled “Sunflower songs”. “Sunflower?” Rowan questioned, stealing the other headphone and putting it in his own ear. “Inside joke,” Evan responded cryptically.

 ——

The lesson flew by quicker than most, thank god. But they had maths next.

Yippee…..

—— 

They took their respective assigned spots, Evan at the back and Rowan at the front. They started on the first question, a simple short multiplication. Nothing special.

“3, 2, 1 and show me your whiteboards,” the maths teacher said. Everyone raised their whiteboards, looking bored as ever. Somehow, Ani had gotten away with swapping seats with the boy in between them and Morgan, who was laughing at some inside joke about vodka and “how to build a classroom”.

“Weird.” Evan thought to himself, glancing over at Rowan, who was currently waiting for someone to have to leave the room so he could throw more things at unsuspecting students.

—— 

Break rolled around after what felt like hours of staring at the clock on the wall and calculating the stupid questions asked. Luke, Morgan, Cody, ani, Charlie, Evan and Morgan’s cousin Danny all stood on the grass near the random singular classroom that was built in the middle of the yard. Morgan walked up to Rowan, who was quite nearby.

“Yo. Would you fuck Evan for £1,000,000?”
“I’d do it for free”
“WHAAAAAAAAAAAT-”
“I’m kidding! Oh my god..”

Evan, who was unfortunate enough to witness all of this, sighed. He shifted his focus away from Rowan and Morgan and turned to Ani.

“You’re so gay for Rowan.” Ani smirked.
“NO IM NOT BRO!”
“You just don’t want to admit you’re into generically hot blondes.”
“That’s offensive,”
“Your face is offensive.”
“Why is Morgan dying….”
“MORGAN.”

 ——

Morgan was attempting to make choreography to the sound of Evan’s denial. It wasn’t even an actual sound.

“It’s the vibes,” Morgan stated simply. “It’s light purple and spiky and sounds like contemporary gay ballet showtunes.”
“That’s not a thing!” Ani said, confused.
“It is when you’re gay.” Morgan’s voice carried the certainty of some sort of philosopher- a psychotic one, granted, but still.. a philosopher.
“You sound like ChatGPT on coke!”
“I sound like me after 4 cans of monster,”
“Morgan.”
“…No…” he practically whined, then dramatically fell to the floor, clutching his chest. “I’m fine. Who needs… oxygen.. anyways?”
“…LUKE!!!” Ani shouted. Luke looked over to them, sighed, threw his Dr Pepper bottle into the air, caught it, and walked over.
“Are you alive.”
“No….”
“Get your bitchass up.”

——

As time progressed, break faded into science class. They walked in to find their teacher grinning, holding a Bunsen burner and a lighter.

“Ok, class, get your equipment, take off your blazers and tie all long hair back.”

One kid immediately starts screaming.

“God, I miss my husband..” the teacher muttered.

And so, the class got to work. Rowan almost set the classroom on fire, Evan let out an ungodly shriek that echoed across the classroom and probably reached Mars.

Somehow, Morgan, Luke, Ani and Cody all ended up in one group. Ani stared at Cody as he attempted to mix enough chemicals to explode everything, and Morgan whispered some dumb joke in Luke’s ear.

Lessons in their classes never did get old.