The rest of the afternoon was just the same old boring stuff as usual, I found out that Andy was in my English class and my music class. He is so good in music. He paired up with this guy Jake who played the guitar, and Andy sung. The second he opened his mouth I was in a trance just listening to him sing, it was making my stomach feel like it had never felt before, and my heart flutter. His voice was deep even when he sung, but he had a good range and I just wanted him to keep singing forever.
Then it was mine and Kellin's turn to sing, while our other friend Vic played for us. My face went the colour of a tomatoe as we walked up to the front of the class, and I could feel Andy staring at me from the chair he was sitting in. It didnt matter though, as soon as the music started, nothing mattered. Music was the only place where I could find myself some comfort, where noone could hurt me and I loved it. I heard my part of the song coming up, so I opened my mouth and did what I do best. I couldn't help but glance at Andy while I sung, he was leaning back in his chair, his eyebrow raised and a half smile dancing across his lips. Why is he so good looking? He's such a prick, but his face just makes me melt and the fact that he looks impressed right now, make me happier than anything else had.
I focused back on the song and it was Kellin's turn. I loved listening to Kellin sing, he was a male soprano, so he could hit notes even I couldn't hit, but his voice was just so smooth and easy to listen to. We finished the song and there was a small round of applause not many people took part though, as I was currently the most hated girl in class. I looked over to see if Andy was applauding, to instead see him talking to a blonde girl. My heart dropped. Kellin saw me looking over as we walked back to our seats and the next act stepped up and he put his hand on my shoulder and rubbed sympathetically. That was another thing I loved about Kellin, I never had to actually tell him what was wrong, he just understood and knew. Everytime she laughed and touched his arm I just wanted to go and push her off her chair. At the end of the lesson rather than just getting up and walking away from her, they left together, still talking, her annoying stupid giggles followed by his throaty chuckle.
That put me in a bad mood for the rest of the afternoon and for the whole of my maths lesson, I was completely distracted from Pythagoras theorem and Austin's followers, still hurling paper and other forms of abuse at me (Austin hadn't been in all day meaning today was quieter than usual for me on the bullying side of things) but that didn't matter I was too busy comparing myself to her in my head.
Okay, so she was definitely taller than I was, by a good 5 or 6 inches placing her at about 5ft10/11. Which was an... Advantage?... Well considering how tall he is it means he doesn't have to bend down to talk to her like he did earlier with me. She had long blonde hair which was clearly natural, maybe with a few highlights, but I thought Andy would have been into the whole messy, choppy, layered long hair look rather than the straight California girl look. So maybe I beat her in that department? She was definitely pretty. As much as I didn't like her right now I couldn't deny that she was gorgeous? Prettier than me though? I think I'd need a second opinion really. I don't consider myself one of the prettiest people ever, but I'm not an attention seeker who calls myself ugly just to get compliments. I think I'm pretty average with blonde hair and light blue eyes. I moved into body shape and decided if he was into skinny model types that would be her and if he was into slim and curvy that would sort of be me. I was still distracted when I walked out of school with Kellin and Vic.
"Hey, what's up Chica, you've been kind of quiet today?" Vic said as he put his arm around me. Although I wasn't as close to him as Kellin, Vic definitely came in close second in the list of people I liked. The little Mexican, he's shorter than Kellin, was always making jokes and trying to keep me smiling. Both of these guys really cared about me more than anyone else and it made everything better to know they were both there.
"Nothing, I'm fine!" Liar. They looked at each other over my head.
"I'm calling bullshit, Chica! We will tickle it out of you if you don't tell us!" Vic said, and Kellin poked me in the side where there was a purple bruise formed on my ribs from my mom. I gasped out in pain before I could stop myself. Kellin's face tightened and he pulled me to the truck. Most people had left by this time, so noone was around and anyone that was, wasn't interested in us. We piled into the car and Vic locked the doors.
"Lift up your shirt. Now." Kellin said sternly. I hesitated then did as I was told and pulled my shirt up to show them my stomach, Kellin traced his cool fingertips over the bruises as his face twisted in horror. He'd seen the bruises and scars my mom had given me before but everytime he looked like he was going to cry. As he inspected my stomach, I looked out of the window, looking at his face just reminded me how bad they were. Then I saw him. I could tell by the look on Andy's face he'd seen my bruises. He looked pained, like someone had shown him something ugly... I suppose it was ugly. He looked at the ground once he saw me looking. I can't believe he was so horrified by something that wasn't my own fault.
I pushed my shirt down and smiled at Kellin and Vic, a fake smile that would win me an Oscar, "Okay so I don't know about you guys but I am starving, let's go to the diner." Kellin squeezed my hand and I knew we were going to have to talk about it but right now I just wanted to get away from Andy. I blinked away the tears as I pulled out and saw him watch us drive away in the rear view as he faded into the distance.

Notes

Chapter 5 :) tell me what you think :)