Can you see me?
Chapter 4
Chapter 4
As I am walking up to my locker I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn around to see Andy smiling at me. He wraps me into a friendly hug, I stand there awkwardly with my arms clamped to my sides. I'm not used to this. "Hey Indiana!" He finally says something. I manage to conjure up the confidence to say, "hi Andy." A few people stop and glance at my sudden use of words but quickly return to whatever they were doing. "So will you help with my locker?" He grabs my hand, leading me to the dull grey locker. "Ya.. What's your combo?" I ask nervously. He lets go of my hand, fishing around in his pocket until he pulls out a small strip of paper. He looks at it closely, trying to make out whatever he wrote. "45-16-45" I clear the lock by spinning it a few times, then turn the wheel counter clockwise to 45, once around clockwise to 16, lastly counter clockwise again to 45. Andy is watching how to unlock it over my shoulder. I pull on the lock and it clicks open. I back away to go to my own locker, doing the combo in less than five seconds. Andy closes his locker after collecting his own books and walks around the door to my locker. It's covered in bands and lyrics, pictures of my family, poems and doodles I've made as well. "I like the door." He reaches over me and points to one of my doodles. It's a small sketch of the backside of a chibi girl. I expected him to have left by now. "Thanks." I mumble and go back to collecting my belongings for class. He waits with me- surprisingly, to go to class. When I shut the locker Andy puts one of his arms over my shoulder, his backpack resting on only the other. I don't know what to do, do I shrug his arm off or do I let him leave it there? It's kind of uncomfortable, yet kind of nice. I can feel people's eyes watching us while we walk down the hall. I can just imagine what they are thinking, 'What happened to her?' Or 'Since when did she talk?' Or in my sisters case, 'how did she get that guy?'
"Hey are you ok?" Andy asks, looking down at me. "Uh.. Ya.. No I'm fine.." The nerves make my voice shaky. He stops and says quietly in a reassuring way, "hey there's nothing to be nervous about."
"Everyone's staring at me." I manage to admit. He ponders this for a moment before responding, "ya, they're staring because you are finally coming out of your shell. Just think of it as a compliment." He pulls me along under his arm to English. When we walk in he still doesn't remove his arm from my shoulder. Mrs. Deveau looks up and raises an eyebrow at me. I simply duck my head and pull my fringe in my face a bit more with my sweatshirt covered hand. Andy chuckles as we make our way to our seats. "You don't need to hide your face." I sit down into my seat, set on not talking for the rest of the day. I don't like my new goal of attempting to be a bit more social. "You're backtracking!" Andy jokes and attempts to pull the hood from my head. I pull it back down as soon as it falls. I can practically see him rolling his eyes at me, and the class is beginning to stare. "Hey Indiana why aren't you talking to me now?" He asks quieter and leans closer to my desk. Ya why am I not? "Indiana, it's ok to talk to me. I'm your friend you know that right?" He asks even softer than before. His hand is resting on my shoulder reassuringly, I can only feel the light pressure of his finger tips through my hoodie. "Andy, we're not supposed to talk in class." I mumble and shrug his hand off my shoulder. "The bell hasn't rung yet." I sigh and turn to him, pulling my hood off because when class does start I have to anyways. "What?" "Gosh, you weren't this shy last night." He chuckles. I roll my eyes and turn back to my doodle. I hear the person next to me whisper to her friend. "Do you think they had sex?" The friend shakes her head and whispers back, "no she's too shy for that. Have you even seen her take off her jacket? Or talk to anyone for that matter?" The other girl looks at Andy then me, "Why else would he be talking to her this morning. He had his arm around her too. They had to at least have hooked up." "I'll ask cat later." Oh. So people do know I exist.
"Hey Andy, My friend is having a party tomorrow night she's only inviting certain people. I was wondering if you-" I turn my head to see a girl with Carmel hair and big brown eyes, leaning over Andy's desk. She is obviously trying to flirt- not doing a very good job of it, showing her cleavage as she leans a bit closer and places a hand on Andy's shoulder. "Would want to come."
"I don't know." He shrugs her hand off similar to how I did him. I see his eyes flick over to me, then back at her. I roll my eyes and turn back to my notebook. "I'll get back to you on that." The bell finally rings, and with that mrs. Deveau starts the class.
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I try to rush out of the class before Andy can walk with me to math. Nope, I failed. "Hey!" I feel an arm over my shoulder again. I look up to see Andy's face staring down at me in confusion. "When you said you never talk to anyone. I didn't realize you actually meant it." A smile forms on his lips as he continues, "maybe we should go to that party whatever her name is was talking about?" Why would I want to go to a party? Or more importantly- why would he want to go to a party... With me? "It'll be a great way for you to break out of your shell?" I just don't respond, maintaining my focus on going to my next class is the only way I can stay calm and avoid the conversation. People are beginning to stare at us as we walk by, their eyes following Andy then to me. A few girls giggle as he walks by, not caring that I'm under his arm. It's weird and uncomfortable to have any sort of attention. "Come on? You don't know until you try? And we can leave if you don't like it? Come on indie?" What did he just call me? I see Catherine just outside the door to her history class. She notices me, her jaw drops when her eyes see Andy's arm around me and his mouth moving. I'm not going to be able to escape a bunch of squealy Catherine excitement later... "Why did you call me that?" I ask out of pure curiousity. I didn't mean to say anything, it just slipped my mouth. "Call you what?" "Indie." Andy raises an eyebrow, "what am I not allowed to call you that or something?" I shrug my shoulders, half as a response, half to get his arm off me. The jacket covered arm stays put as he keeps talking, "It's in your username. Indie." "Indie girl is my sister's nickname for me." I tell him bluntly while sitting down at my desk. His is of course right next to mine. "Oh.." Andy goes into a few minutes of thought, allowing me to start on the work that is on the board. I jump out of shock as my phone vibrates against my butt. Before the teacher can notice I pull it out to put the ringer and vibrate off. Oh it's Andy.
Andy: why won't you talk to me?
He chuckles as I glare at him, putting my phone between my legs. It lights up again:
Andy: or text now? Indie?
"Mr. Biersack, care to find the GCF of these two polynomials?" The teacher asks, "Or is texting too important." Andy stares at the board in confusion, "I'm sorry. I didn't know we had to do that."
"Next time pay more attention." She calls on the next person. I smirk, that's what he gets for not paying attention.
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The rest of the day goes by the same. I manage to stay mostly silent during Andy's attempts at conversation. After school I notice Andy waiting by my locker, leaning against the grey metal his arms crossed over his chest. his eyes light up when he sees me approaching. "Hey, what's up with you?" Ugh. Why won't he leave me alone. "Indiana?" He grabs my hand after I shut my locker, making my attempt to leave fall over and die. "What." He lets go of my hand and puts his arm over my shoulder again. Andy walks with me silently, (thank god!) to the parking lot. As I turn to go to my sisters car he smirks, "no, we're going to hangout at my house. Like friends do ok?"
What is going on here?
As I am walking up to my locker I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn around to see Andy smiling at me. He wraps me into a friendly hug, I stand there awkwardly with my arms clamped to my sides. I'm not used to this. "Hey Indiana!" He finally says something. I manage to conjure up the confidence to say, "hi Andy." A few people stop and glance at my sudden use of words but quickly return to whatever they were doing. "So will you help with my locker?" He grabs my hand, leading me to the dull grey locker. "Ya.. What's your combo?" I ask nervously. He lets go of my hand, fishing around in his pocket until he pulls out a small strip of paper. He looks at it closely, trying to make out whatever he wrote. "45-16-45" I clear the lock by spinning it a few times, then turn the wheel counter clockwise to 45, once around clockwise to 16, lastly counter clockwise again to 45. Andy is watching how to unlock it over my shoulder. I pull on the lock and it clicks open. I back away to go to my own locker, doing the combo in less than five seconds. Andy closes his locker after collecting his own books and walks around the door to my locker. It's covered in bands and lyrics, pictures of my family, poems and doodles I've made as well. "I like the door." He reaches over me and points to one of my doodles. It's a small sketch of the backside of a chibi girl. I expected him to have left by now. "Thanks." I mumble and go back to collecting my belongings for class. He waits with me- surprisingly, to go to class. When I shut the locker Andy puts one of his arms over my shoulder, his backpack resting on only the other. I don't know what to do, do I shrug his arm off or do I let him leave it there? It's kind of uncomfortable, yet kind of nice. I can feel people's eyes watching us while we walk down the hall. I can just imagine what they are thinking, 'What happened to her?' Or 'Since when did she talk?' Or in my sisters case, 'how did she get that guy?'
"Hey are you ok?" Andy asks, looking down at me. "Uh.. Ya.. No I'm fine.." The nerves make my voice shaky. He stops and says quietly in a reassuring way, "hey there's nothing to be nervous about."
"Everyone's staring at me." I manage to admit. He ponders this for a moment before responding, "ya, they're staring because you are finally coming out of your shell. Just think of it as a compliment." He pulls me along under his arm to English. When we walk in he still doesn't remove his arm from my shoulder. Mrs. Deveau looks up and raises an eyebrow at me. I simply duck my head and pull my fringe in my face a bit more with my sweatshirt covered hand. Andy chuckles as we make our way to our seats. "You don't need to hide your face." I sit down into my seat, set on not talking for the rest of the day. I don't like my new goal of attempting to be a bit more social. "You're backtracking!" Andy jokes and attempts to pull the hood from my head. I pull it back down as soon as it falls. I can practically see him rolling his eyes at me, and the class is beginning to stare. "Hey Indiana why aren't you talking to me now?" He asks quieter and leans closer to my desk. Ya why am I not? "Indiana, it's ok to talk to me. I'm your friend you know that right?" He asks even softer than before. His hand is resting on my shoulder reassuringly, I can only feel the light pressure of his finger tips through my hoodie. "Andy, we're not supposed to talk in class." I mumble and shrug his hand off my shoulder. "The bell hasn't rung yet." I sigh and turn to him, pulling my hood off because when class does start I have to anyways. "What?" "Gosh, you weren't this shy last night." He chuckles. I roll my eyes and turn back to my doodle. I hear the person next to me whisper to her friend. "Do you think they had sex?" The friend shakes her head and whispers back, "no she's too shy for that. Have you even seen her take off her jacket? Or talk to anyone for that matter?" The other girl looks at Andy then me, "Why else would he be talking to her this morning. He had his arm around her too. They had to at least have hooked up." "I'll ask cat later." Oh. So people do know I exist.
"Hey Andy, My friend is having a party tomorrow night she's only inviting certain people. I was wondering if you-" I turn my head to see a girl with Carmel hair and big brown eyes, leaning over Andy's desk. She is obviously trying to flirt- not doing a very good job of it, showing her cleavage as she leans a bit closer and places a hand on Andy's shoulder. "Would want to come."
"I don't know." He shrugs her hand off similar to how I did him. I see his eyes flick over to me, then back at her. I roll my eyes and turn back to my notebook. "I'll get back to you on that." The bell finally rings, and with that mrs. Deveau starts the class.
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I try to rush out of the class before Andy can walk with me to math. Nope, I failed. "Hey!" I feel an arm over my shoulder again. I look up to see Andy's face staring down at me in confusion. "When you said you never talk to anyone. I didn't realize you actually meant it." A smile forms on his lips as he continues, "maybe we should go to that party whatever her name is was talking about?" Why would I want to go to a party? Or more importantly- why would he want to go to a party... With me? "It'll be a great way for you to break out of your shell?" I just don't respond, maintaining my focus on going to my next class is the only way I can stay calm and avoid the conversation. People are beginning to stare at us as we walk by, their eyes following Andy then to me. A few girls giggle as he walks by, not caring that I'm under his arm. It's weird and uncomfortable to have any sort of attention. "Come on? You don't know until you try? And we can leave if you don't like it? Come on indie?" What did he just call me? I see Catherine just outside the door to her history class. She notices me, her jaw drops when her eyes see Andy's arm around me and his mouth moving. I'm not going to be able to escape a bunch of squealy Catherine excitement later... "Why did you call me that?" I ask out of pure curiousity. I didn't mean to say anything, it just slipped my mouth. "Call you what?" "Indie." Andy raises an eyebrow, "what am I not allowed to call you that or something?" I shrug my shoulders, half as a response, half to get his arm off me. The jacket covered arm stays put as he keeps talking, "It's in your username. Indie." "Indie girl is my sister's nickname for me." I tell him bluntly while sitting down at my desk. His is of course right next to mine. "Oh.." Andy goes into a few minutes of thought, allowing me to start on the work that is on the board. I jump out of shock as my phone vibrates against my butt. Before the teacher can notice I pull it out to put the ringer and vibrate off. Oh it's Andy.
Andy: why won't you talk to me?
He chuckles as I glare at him, putting my phone between my legs. It lights up again:
Andy: or text now? Indie?
"Mr. Biersack, care to find the GCF of these two polynomials?" The teacher asks, "Or is texting too important." Andy stares at the board in confusion, "I'm sorry. I didn't know we had to do that."
"Next time pay more attention." She calls on the next person. I smirk, that's what he gets for not paying attention.
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The rest of the day goes by the same. I manage to stay mostly silent during Andy's attempts at conversation. After school I notice Andy waiting by my locker, leaning against the grey metal his arms crossed over his chest. his eyes light up when he sees me approaching. "Hey, what's up with you?" Ugh. Why won't he leave me alone. "Indiana?" He grabs my hand after I shut my locker, making my attempt to leave fall over and die. "What." He lets go of my hand and puts his arm over my shoulder again. Andy walks with me silently, (thank god!) to the parking lot. As I turn to go to my sisters car he smirks, "no, we're going to hangout at my house. Like friends do ok?"
What is going on here?
Notes
Sorry about sparratic updates, this is my secondary story so once I finish my other one updates will be more regular and frequent.thanks for reading!
-c
I love this so much!
5/11/14