Connor Murphy was a social outcast, even he himself thinks so.

He would walk down the school hallway, striking fear into anyone who looks at him. He would respond to anyone often in curses. Things like "Fuck off, dipshit" was common in his vocabulary. Because of his long, brown hair covering his left eye, as well as the usual all black attire, which consisted of a black hoodie and black jeans, he was also seen as the 'emo soon-to-be school shooter', which honestly didn't even faze him that much after three days worth of the same insult.

He didn't care that much about anyone, really. His parents, and his sister, Zoe, were exceptions, but only when compared to his school mates. He still wouldn't give that many fucks about them.

Which led to these daily events.

He went down the stairs of his own home, his eyes met with his mother, Cynthia Murphy. She was sitting at the dinner table, spreading some jam on bread when Connor climbed down. Next to her was the 'all-perfect girl' Zoe Murphy, who was busy tapping on her phone, her eyes completely fixated on it when she reached forward to grab a plain slice of bread to chew on, with a finished bowl of cereal in front of her.

And finally, Larry Murphy.

His dad, who was currently ignoring the rest of the family by flipping through his newspaper. Connor could feel himself groaning at the sight of Larry.

"Connor," Cynthia spoke enthusiastically, "come sit with us!"

She tapped onto the empty chair beside, invitingly. A bright smile on her face to welcome Connor for breakfast, which Connor absolutely detested. That bright, happy smile.

Connor slowly stepped down the stairs, moving towards the empty wooden seat with a neutral face of displeasure. He sat down on wooden seat, leaning his bag against the leg of his chair as he slouched forward, tucking his head in his crossed arms and leaning on the table. The morning was rough. He woke up at four in the morning as he couldn't sleep, which made him smoke weed. He's restless, and he can't stand his family, how bad of a combination.

"Connor, don't sit like that," she reprimanded, wagging her finger at him. "I thought I told you that many times?"

Connor remained silent, rolling his eyes at his mother's words.

"Let it go, Cynthia," Larry intervened. "He looks like he can't hear you at all. He's probably high..." He decided to mutter the last part, straightening out his newspaper and creating a loud cluttering sound to cover up his muttering.

"He's definitely high," Zoe commented, drinking from her cup of orange juice which their mother bought, and surprisingly was to her liking.

Connor, irritated, looked up at Zoe slightly a shouted a nice, 'fuck you' to her face, which prompted the same response back from Zoe.

"Now, Zoey. I don't need you to start arguing with Connor," Cynthia said, exasperated as she wondered how her family breaks apart so easily, how she had no way of connecting them. "It's not constructive. Besides, he's not high."

Connor looked up, not saying a word.

Cynthia noticed this, and turned to Connor, shocked.

"Connor, are you high?" she questioned, giving Connor her look of disappointment. "It's your first day of senior year, I don't want you going to school high!"

Connor, fed up with this same song and dance, replied with frustration, "Fine, then I'll just not go to school!"

He stood up abruptly, slouching down and grabbed his satchel and walked up the stairs to his room, sarcastically shouting a "thanks mom" as he disappeared up the stairs and into his room.

He searched through his cabinet for his notebook. He furrets through, finding a relatively small leather-bound notebook with a mechanical pencil in it. He wrote a lot of notes, emotions and feelings in this notebook. Not about to let anyone find it. He then quickly shoved it in his satchel, careful to shut his satchel and exited the room.

He descended down the stairs again, knowing his mom will weep if he decided to skip school. He opened the front door, walking towards the garage and into his mother's car, where Zoe sat in the back seat, leaning towards the window and glancing at the view of the inside of the garage littered with tools and other items.

Connor opened the door to the car, sat down onto the leather seat and slammed the car door, which signalled Cynthia to start the engine and drive them to school.

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Connor shut the door to the car, which prompted Chythia to drive off. He turned from the car to the school building, catching his sister elegantly flipping him off as she walked away from him. He growled, brows furrowing as he followed his sister into the school building.

He goes up the steps to the glass doors, absolutely tired of dealing with other people who wouldn't care about him if he had decided to kill himself tomorrow. He sighed and pushed open the doors to saunter in, only to have the eyes of everyone staring at him, the initial loud chattering of the school dying down. All the eyes then turned away, the chattering rising back up again.

He took his first step, noticing the group of people in front of him ducking away and parting a way for him to walk. It's good to know that no one had the guts to tell him what to do. He has already had his weed today, so he has been more irritated than he had ever been.

He notices that there was a timid voice, conveying curiosity as he walked towards his locker. It was strange to hear someone's voice that was not an insult or a shuffling feet of those who want to escape.

Enter, this kid. He was wearing this blue polo T-shirt, with pale, peach khakis and worn out sneakers. He had a cast on his left arm, which fascinated Connor for some reason. Even without seeing this kid's facial expression, he could tell that he was a very nervous and timid guy. His hands were constantly shifting about, adjusting the hem of his shirt, as he talked to his friend at a fast speed, full of stutters. His back was towards Connor, which thankfully helped Connor since he was staring at him.

He heard an obnoxious voice exclaim from in front of this anxious guy.

"Oh, it's Connor Murphy."

Of course. Jared Kleinman.

He emerged from in front of the guy, revealing his casual gray T-shirt with a red button up hanging loosely. And his slippers...? Walking up towards Connor in the middle of their conversation to laugh at Connor.

"Loving the new hair length," he spoke, chuckling, "Very school shooter chic."

"H-hey, you still haven't told me why you would even wear slip-"

The guy yelped when he turned and faced Connor. Even Connor had to admit that that yelp was adorable.

Jared's smile faded, as he noticed that his comment seemingly did not get a laugh or even a chuckle from Connor. He quickly made himself clear, dictating that it was a joke.

"Oh, no. I'm laughing." Connor replied, the sarcasm in his tone terrifying to Jared. As if to emphasise the fact that he was extremely annoyed by the comment, Connor lifted his hands, clapping them as slowly as he could, as loudly as he could.

"You're such a...freak. C'mon, Evan."

Jared then grabbed the guy, whom he now knows is called Evan, by his good arm and practically drags him away from where Connor is standing.

At that same moment, Connor saw something. Something that confused him for the rest of that day. He saw Evan look back at him with a certain look in his eyes. He first thought it was pity, then he thought that Evan was trying to tell him something. Maybe he was sad he had to leave? Nobody could be sad to leave Connor Murphy, so he immediately cancelled that out.

He just could not figure out what he was trying to say, and that made him extremely curious.

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Class started. It's World Geography right now.

He is just scribbling some stuff on a piece of paper to look like he was studying. Ironically, he listens in class. He does well in the subjects he took, which consisted of his fondness of literature and the A and A+ in English. Of course, this was when he wasn't high. However, he wasn't focusing at all. He tried to listen, but his mind instantly shut out the teacher's jibberish.

Why?

Because he noticed Evan up front.

Connor sat at the back of the class, obviously to sleep the classes away if need be, since he does decently well without listening...

...sometimes.

Evan, however, sat right at the front, practically right beside the door. He looked like he was scribbling some notes down, glancing up at the board every now and then to read the words written horribly.

The thing is, Connor was thinking about how he hadn't noticed Evan before. Maybe that's why he couldn't focus.

That's probably it.

All his attention was on Evan. He wanted to talk to him. Needed to talk to him. He wanted to know Evan. The fact that he sat next to the door, so he could exit quickly. The fact he seemed so timid, even talking to another person could give him a panic attack. The fact that Connor Murphy could somehow be interested in him.

Soon, the perfect chance was given to him. The bell rang.

"Alright, class," Mrs Smith's voice cut through his thoughts, bringing his attention back to reality, "today's homework will be the worksheet that I had just given you. Please completely by tomorrow."

Immediately, everyone stood up and scrambled out of the class. Connor was anxious. He didn't want to lose Evan in the sea of people, so he was jogging his way out, seeing as Evan had already made his way out of the class. He panicked, grabbing his satchel and rushed out.

On his way out, he saw a sea of people around him. He frowned, and pushed his way through, bumping into someone shorter than him. This caused him to stumble back in a panic. He felt his anger get the better of him, and be shouted at the poor student.

"Watch where you're going..." he slurred the last part, as he noticed that the person he bumped into, was none other than Evan.

"S-sorry," Evan timidly replied, staring at Connor, "I-I just didn't see where I was going and-and I wanted to get something at my locker and I-"

Before Evan could continue rambling at the speed of light, tugging at the hem of his shirt in a nervous frenzy, Connor decided to intercept.

"Just leave me be," Connor replied, frustrated. He shoved Evan by the shoulders towards the lockers, making him slam into the nearby lockers with a loud slam of metal. Connor sprinted away, seemingly irritated to those around him. But in reality, his heart was thudding against his chest loudly.

He could feel his feet slamming onto the floor as he ran, the strange palpitations in his heart as he jogged away. The same sense of excitement he felt back then, when he had managed to toss a printer at a teacher in the second grade. The same emotion in his heart. It's the same sense of...

...Guilt?

He shook his head, quickly going to his next class and felt the relief of being able to get away from the scene.

He could hear Zoe behind him, talking to someone.

"Sorry about Connor," he heard her chuckle.

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Lunch had arrived. He sat at a table by himself, eating the sandwich his Mom made for him because he didn't even want to touch the food made by the cafeteria. He was about to take a bite, when he saw the same blue and white polo T-shirt from this morning.

He noticed Evan and Jared sitting together a few tables away, along with a black girl with a bland green polo T-shirt and round glasses. Connor recognised her. That was Alana Beck. She was always blabbing on and on about acquaintances and such, and how she was always doing or had done something more eventful than everyone else as she pushed her glasses up with pride.

"H-hey, it's not like that," Evan muttered out, trying to keep his voice on the down low. Jared was now howling with laughter, basically mocking Evan more.

"Yeah, right! Stop lying to me, Evan Hansen," Jared said, at this point grasping for air as he laughed even harder, "You know you like Zoe."

Connor noticed his name. Evan Hansen, huh. Suddenly, he realised the second piece of information. Evan liked his sister? Hm, that's not exactly a surprising fact. Zoe was extremely famous, anyone liked her. He continued listening in, taking a bite out of his sandwich, quietly appreciating the fact they were speaking loud enough, and that he wasn't too far away.

"J-Jared!"

"Okay, okay, I'll stop. You still can't deny it though,"

Evan looked away, seemingly blushing as he did so.

Connor finished his sandwich, and left the cafeteria, tired of listening to Alana deciding to talk about her volunteer work and about Evan's apparent fondness of trees, going to the library to read.