In the End

I understand that Taryn was a little bitch and decided to invite him over with the guys, but I told Andy I never wanted to see him again, oh, and here he is standing in my room. "What?" I snapped, standing up from my bed. He smirked. That little smirk that is always plastered across his face. He never knows when to stop.

"What? I can't come see a friend?" he cockily answered me. It took all my might to not scream in his face. But, I was tired and didn't feel like fighting with him. I shot him a death glare and he let out a short breath through his nose, indicating he was holding in a laugh. After awhile, he untangled his arms from his chest and looked at me, he eyes warm. "I'm honestly up here to apologize."

I did the same thing he was just doing. I raised an eyebrow, not believing him. He shook his head, shoving his hands in his sweatshirt pockets. Clearly, we both just wanted to change. "Reagan, I really am sorry." He ended with a toothy smile.

"Really? I don't think a simple 'I'm sorry.' is going to fix everything. I don't even get why you try so hard to make our 'relationship' better. The only reason we talk is because our best friends are dating." At this point, I wasn't hiding the fact that I was getting irritated. It was annoying me why he cared so much about how we acted towards each other.

"Reagan, I just don't want you hating me," he said, barely audible. "It sucks. It sucks knowing you hate me. We have to be with each other more than we want to, and you clearly don't hide the fact that you are miserable being around me. I don't want that."

"Listen, Andy, it's my choice whether or not I want to hate you, and you're just going to have to accept that. But, maybe if you prove you aren't a disrespectful asshole, maybe I won't hate you as much, but I'm not promising anything."

He looked at me, gnawing on the ring that sat on the left side of his mouth, clearly contemplating what he is going to say next. "If only, you knew Reagan. If only you knew the real me. You just believe what you hear around town, and you won't even let me speak on my part!"

He was starting with me, wasn't he? "Tonight proved what a disrespectful asshole you are. You basically forced me into going, even though you know I really can't stand you. I was ready to barf because you kept touching me, and I went along with it, not having a choice. And in the end, what did you say? Oh, yeah, you said that I didn't put enough effort into it. Maybe that's why I can't stand you, because all you think about is yourself. I don't care if you're in a band or not you sh-"

I was soon cut off. I was cut off in the most disgusting way ever. I felt and the cold, metallic ring against my lips, and I didn't know what to do, so I pushed him off of me. "That clearly got you to shut up." he said.

I was furious. He just kissed me. He really just kissed me. I couldn't say anything, my body wouldn't let me move.

Was this a sign saying that I... liked it?

NO. NO FUCK NO.

Okay. Calm down Reagan, calm down. "Now, I will make you believe I'm not who you think I am, give me a week. I'm still the so called asshole, I won't bother you. Deal?" He put his lanky, tattooed arm out. I brought my arm with goosebumps up to his and shook hands. Then, I pointed to the door.

He smirked and left my room. I fell back on my bed, and looked at the ceiling. I was still thinking about that little pathetic kiss. I don't know what to feel about it. But, when I thought about it, horrible flashbacks came back to my mind.

"You bitch! You ruined everything for me!" he screamed. I shook my head, tears spilling out of my eyes, running down my face. "You were all over him! I knew I should have never took you! You were hiding something, and that something clearly was the fact that you're with, Biersack."

The words were like knives being thrown at me. I can't believe he thinks I'm cheating on him.. with Andy. "No, I-i'm not-t. I-i promise." The words were hurting as they came out of my mouth at this point.

"Get out," he snapped. "I want you out. I don't know why I stayed with you. I knew you were a little fat, whore. Good luck, now get the fuck out!" I turned around, walking out of the house.

Never, will I ever speak to Andy Biersack again.

I can't even bare to think about that moment, but when I have nothing else to think about, that's the first thing that pops into my head. I doubt anyone remembers it, hell, I'm shocked I fucking remember it.

Oh, fuckery.

Notes

HI i know im like leaving this off, but I'm having terrible writer's block so you have to bare with me! School has been really hard with exams coming up, so I will try soon! this is where I'm going to leave it off, until I have inspiration.

I plan on having it updated this weekend bc my friend is coming over and she always helps me so yeah! Thank you for (hopefully) all of your support!