The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Gwyn’s POV*

Andy walked hurriedly over to me and reached for one of my hands, holding it in both of his. I stood still, letting him, paralyzed for a minute, before I just couldn’t play along anymore. I yanked my hand back, and he looked upset and confused. I made myself ignore it; it wasn’t genuine because it couldn’t be.

I braced myself for the bad news. “Ok, Mr. Andy Biersack, what the fuck is going on here? I mean really going on?”

Andy shuffled a little before answering. “Um, what do you mean? Are you, I mean, are you having regrets? I didn’t mean to take advantage-“

“No, dude! It’s not that! I mean what the fuck am I doing here? Why me?” Like an idiot, my emotions began getting the better of me, and I started crying a little. Andy reached for my hand again, but I slapped it away.

“Are you high?” He shook his head. “Are you drunk?” Again, he claimed wasn’t.

“Gwyn, I-“ he still looked confused, but I cut him off.

I needed to get to the bottom of this. “Andy, did you just fuck me out of pity? Do you feel sorry for me because that guy knocked me over? Or because I’m so ugly? Because I don’t need you or anyone else to defend me or want me, I’m fine on my own!”

My mind was racing, and Andy’s mouth was turning into a thin line. It surely meant I was on to something; I must have hit a nerve. “So it was one of those things. Which one?”

Andy looked away from me; he looked flustered. Any second now, I would surely know the real cause! Fucking asshole and whatever game he was playing! “Or did you just fuck me because you lost a bet with some famous friend of yours, or because someone dared you to or something? Well?”

Andy tried to reach out to me and stroke my cheek, but I smacked it away, hysterical. “Did someone have to pay you, to fuck me, Andy? Am I that repulsive?” At that, he stiffened.

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