Andy's P.O.V.

Being at the top of the school in every way possible is... interesting. I'm going to be the valedictorian in 6 months because I have work my ass off for four years of my life to get here. Everyone knows I am smart and driven, and I will go wherever I want to in my life. High school is just one step on my ladder and I will climb it with ease.

I'm a nice guy in general, an I try to be friends with as many people as possible just for the sake of kindness. I have a friend on every sports team that this school can offer. People know not mess with me because I can take them down in a heart beat. I may not look like much, but I can definitely fight.

School is great for me, I almost don't understood why people hate this time of their life so much. Then, I fully understand again at moments like this when I am taking the scenic route to the cafeteria and I find some future high school drop out jacking a kid up against the wall.

"Hey Eli! Hey man, what's going on here?" The kid has his eyes scrunched shut as he braces for impact from the fist that hopefully won't come.

"Nothing's going on Andy. I'm just showing this useless faggot what he deserves." My eyebrows scrunch up in slight confusion. Is this guy serious right now? Does he really not get it.?

"Yeah Eli, no. That's not gonna work. Put him down now and walk away."

"Andy, why are you defending thi-"

"Say another unkind word and you are going to need more than Jesus to be okay when I'm through with you." I'm angry to put it simply. I put on the angriest look I have in me, which also happens to be the scariest one I've got. Eli drops the kid like a hot potato and heads in the other direction down the hallway. I turn to the kid he just dropped and I can't breathe. This boy before me has gorgeous eyes, spider bites, and a great sense of style. This kid also has a look of complete shock and fear on his face.

"Th-thanks, I guess. I can handle myself." Seven words and he is shooting off down the hallway, away from the cafeteria. I am left standing with the wall as my support because I can't believe that that just happened. I just met the most beautiful boy I have ever seen in my life, and he ran away from me? My vision is foggy as I stare at the lockers across the hall. My line of sight is obscured by an orange ball. I focus on what is actually in front of me and notice my friend Alan standing there.

"Hey Andy, what are you doing standing here in the hallway alone instead of in the cafeteria?"

"I was uhh... getting there." He laughs and nudges my shoulder so that I am walking beside him. I don't actually fit the classic description of your top student. I'm nearly 6 feet tall, so I stand amongst the football and basketball teams. My hair is long and black so it contrasts with my blue eyes. I'm lanky, my jeans are insanely dark, and I always wear black. Parents would run from me and take their kids with them if they didn't know me because I have a dozen tattoos, a nose ring, and a lip ring. I am the face on the cover of the magazine about protecting your teenagers.

"Whoa Andy, watch out. That's like the third freshman you almost crushed on the way here." I sidestep yet another kid who stepped in front of me on our way to our table. We both stop at the round table. I pull up a chair next to my best friend Juliet who greets me with a hug, which I gladly return. Alan walks over to the other side of the table and reaches for an empty seat when Austin reaches out and pulls him to the side and onto his lap. Then, the disgustingly cute make out session begins. Austin and Alan have been my friends since the first day of freshman year when I met them. Back then, they were just best friends. I was there with them in sophomore year when they finally got together, and they sit before me now going as strong as ever. It is clear that they are completely in love with each other. If anything ever splits them up, there will be hell for someone to pay. When Austin's mother died, Alan picked up the pieces and everyone appreciates that.

Juliet has been my best friend since we were in diapers. She lives a block away from me so we can get to each other whenever we need to. We have grown impossibly closer together in the last year. Her parents got divorced and her house was not a nice place to be. She slept in my bed nearly every night for 3 months until she came to terms with living in that big house with just her mom. Six months after the split, her mom got a new boyfriend and the cycle began again. It has become our unspoken rule that we keep any and all of each others secrets. She found out about me being gay before anyone in my family did. I never officially came out to the school, but it was a sort of a clear concept that who I date is my business and no one else's. Juliet is like my home away from home, and I wouldn't change a thing.

My mother and father completely support everything I do and all of the decisions I make because they love me. My other close friend is Beau. We have matching Batman tattoos and everything. He knows how to keep me under control and calm at any time.

Around the school, I am known mainly for rumors of what terrifying things I have done to people who have crossed me, but no one outside of my friends knows what I really do. I am a sort of justice vigilante for the little guys allover my school, which is why when I sit down, Juliet almost immediately starts interrogating me.

"So, who were you saving this time? You do realize that this isn't a TV show right? You don't have to go around playing everyone's hero."

"Look okay? I know that, but sometimes people need help and they are too scared to ask. It was this guy, probably in our grade. He was really cute and he just looked so scared, I felt bad and had to help him."

"Okay, but who was he?"

"That's the crazy part, I don't know who he is. He is so perfect, how could I have never seen him around?"

"Don't get too hung up over this guy you don't even know."

"I can't help it, I think he is in danger."

"Just don't forget that you are only one person and you can only do so much." The sympathetic smile she gives me tells me that she understands the pull that I feel and she just doesn't want to see me get hurt trying to help someone.

The day crawls by after lunch. I don't see him again at all. He occupies my mind the entire time while I'm heading home. I hope he is okay. Why did he look so scared? As I pull into the driveway, I'm surprised to see that both my mom and dad are already home. Dinner is already on the table and I am called to sit and eat.

"Hey Six, how was your day?" My dad calls me by the nickname he made for me when I was a little kid.

"Today was, boring. Nothing special really happened." I can tell by one glance in my mom's direction that she doesn't believe me. The rest of dinner goes by in idle chit chat, and my mother waits until I'm helping her with the dishes to say anything.

"So what really happened today Andy?" I let out a long sigh before I launch into my explanation.

" I was heading to lunch when I went down a different hallway and I caught one of the football players about to beat up some kid. I made him let the kid go, but the look in the boy's eyes was so lost and heartbreaking. There is more to his story. I think he needs my help, but I don't even know his name."

"Andy, you've always been so kind and concerned, it's in your nature to want to help him, so I won't tell you to do otherwise. Just stay aware that you can't help him unless he wants you to."

"He was beautiful. It should be be a crime for someone that beautiful to hold that much hurt in their eyes." I hang my head in frustration before I leave the room altogether and go to bed.

Notes

sorry, I don't update on here, find me on Mibba by the same name