Love or Infatuation

"Andy's gonna kill me when he finds out what I did." I say as Zack and I walk back into the school.

"Why? Thought you didn't have a boyfriend." He asks.

"I don't, but I said I'd lay low of drugs for him." I say.

"Well it's a free country so he can go suck it."

"Don't say that about him, I love him."

"You do?"

"Yeah, ever since I first laid eyes on him."

"When are you going to tell him?"

"I'll tell him in fourth."

"That's in a few minutes."

"How long were we outside? And how aren't you affected?"

"I didn't have as much as you, now where's your next class?"

"Second floor, room 245."

"Okay, I'll take you."

He practically carries me up the stairs and drops me off as the bell rings for fourth. But I feel like I'm gonna be okay, I'm starting to sober up. I take my seat and open up my backpack to search for my water bottle. I find it and drink up, that way I'll sober up faster. The water will flush the chemicals right out of my system.

Andy walks in, sits down next to me, and doesn't even glimpse over at me. What did I do now? Could he already know about the weed? If so, he is extremely fast and should probably become a cop. The teacher hands out questions and says we can do them with friends. Andy gets up and moves to the back. I guess I know where we stand. Ugh I hate him so much right now. If he hadn't had even spoken to me this year, I could have been happily daydreaming about him right now. But I can't because he's mad at me. Whatever, I'll just do the work on my own.


Detention.

I completely forgot that I got trapped in detention. Not only that, but I'm trapped in detention with Andy. I sit at my desk with one earbud in, listening to I Want You To Want Me by Cheap Trick. This song is really speaking to me right now. I take out my sketchbook and start drawing Andy's eyes. I love his eyes so much and they're all I want to see right now. The song changes to Blender by The Pretty Reckless.

"I'll be right back." Mr Smith announces before leaving the room. I return my attention to my drawing and mumble some of the lyrics to the music.

"I cry my eyes out
Hoping you'll shout
Be my girlfriend
Be my girlfriend
And when you just flirt
I'll tell you it hurts
I want more
I want more." My earbud's yanked out.

"You want more?" Andy asks. What am I supposed to say? Do I tell him how I feel or do I ignore him. "You're thinking again, that's not a good sign. Feel Samantha, tell me how you feel."

"I'm mad at you." I say and he fake gasps.

"What have I possibly done to upset Princess Samantha?"

"You want me to tell you how I feel?" I ask.

"I would like nothing more."

"I'm frustrated that you get angry at me for no good reason."

"Well when I see you flirting with the new guy, it kinda upsets me."

"I don't flirt."

"Then what have we been doing for the last week Samantha?"

"Talking Andrew."

"I get it, I knew I should have waited until next year."

"Waited for what?"

"For you Sam. For all of you." Mr Smith returns and I put my earbud back in as Andy returns to his phone.


Fifty minutes later.

"Hunters, Biersack, you're free to go. If you ever leave in the middle of my class again-" Mr Smith is cut off.

"It'll never happen again John." Andy says.

"Good, I'll see you both on Monday."

We leave the room and Andy grabs a hold of my wrist. He pulls me down the hall and pushes me up against the lockers. He leans in close, his warm breaths hitting my pale face.

"I want you." He says softly.

"Then take me." I say. What am I doing? It's like someone else has taken over me.

"I can't, the age gap." He says.

"Three years isn't that bad." I say leaning in closer.

"You're right," he leans back, "I'm just over thinking." He begins walking down the hall. I rush up to him and stop right in front of him.

"What does this mean?" I ask.

"What do you want it to mean?"

"I'm not sure."

"Yes you are."

"Then tell me what I'm thinking."

"I want you, you want me, that's what it means." He leans his head down to mine.

"And what are you going to do about that Andrew?"

"It's best if I just show you Samantha."

He presses his perfectly shaped, light pink lips onto mine. What am I supposed to do? Kiss back you idiot! Where's Kat, she needs to see this. He releases with that famous smirk of his.

"Take this." He says putting a crumpled piece of paper in my hand. "Call me this weekend. Like you said earlier, I want more." And with that, he walks away.

Notes

I'm gonna go rehearse for my performance tomorrow.

love ya<3