High school and music

We hopped in Andys gorgeous 1955 red mustang convertible. He hands me a bottle of vodka, I take it and down it, the liquid burning at my mouth and throat. I cringed, Andy laughed.
"Is it always the bad at school for you?" He asks
"ya, sometimes its worse. It's like they have made it there goal to make me miserable" I sigh
"Well I'm not gonna let that happen anymore" he grabs my hand.
His fingers gently touch the scars on my wrist
"did they do this?" He asks
"I did it" I say
"I know, but because of them?" He asks
I nod tears welling up in my eyes. He puts his lips so close to my ear I can fell them brush my skin.
"please stop" he whispers. And gently kisses my ear
a few tears well up in my eyes.

Notes

New chapter :)