The Way We Work

Thankfully, I made it away from Mike before him and his friends could do anything. And to think that I used to hang out with those people. I walked to my first period class in silence. It was my art class, and I quite frankly like that class.

I headed towards the back of the room to sit, until I saw a figure in the corner. I recognized it as Ashley in an instant. I inched closer, and saw something wet on his cheek. He was crying...

I walked to the seat next to him and sat down in the chair. I was resisting the urge to look and speak to him, but me being me, I asked if he was ok.

Ashley's tear stained face looked up at me, fear enchanting his soft, brown eyes. I felt a sharp pain in my chest as his perfect face stared at me. "I-I'm fi-ine." He stuttered out in a choked voice, his lips curving into a weak smile. I squinted my eyes at him, seeing that the smile was clearly fake and forced. I shook my head in disapproval, "You don't look it."

"I-I'm f-fine!" He spat, a hint of sadness in his tone. I frowned at him, doing nothing due to me being a bit scared that I might set him off. Ashley stared at me, then his face grew a bright red. Was it because I had noticed him crying? Was he embarrassed? Why was he blushing?

Suddenly, Ashley took off running. Gone. Out of the classroom. Leaving me to ponder in my thoughts. Maybe he likes me, too? Hah. Andy, are you crazy? You're too dumb and worthless for such a beautiful boy. You're not going to get him.

I scoffed at the insanity that was going on in my head. Why was I downing myself? Who knows, I might actually have a chance...

—•—•—

Ashley's been hiding all day. It was lunch now and I was on my way to the bathroom, for perhaps the fifth time today, to see if he was there, hopefully hiding in the corner. I was nearing the corner of the hall when I heard a loud thud, followed by a scream.

Bang!

The sound of something hitting against the metal lockers filled my ears, cries for help made of pain topping it. I did the only thing I could think of at the time.

Walk away.

I turned on my heel, and ran the other direction. Why was I doing this? Hah, no idea. Was it fear from this morning? I hear a heart wrenching scream, making me walk away quicker.

He's just another boy.

Another jerk.

Another heartbreaker.

Don't do it.

He's fine, just in a bad spot.

He's a rich boy with amazing parents and a beautiful girlfriend that I could never compete with in beauty.

He'll only hurt you...

Don't do it....

I felt something wet on my cheek, a small tear gaining my attention. I wiped it away harshly. If I go pass Mike or the others, I don't want to be seen as 'weak'. Ok? Ok.

I wandered throughout the hallways for a while, the bathroom being one of the things that I passed. Wouldn't help to check, would it? I heaved a sigh and walked straight in.

I gasped at what I saw in the corner of the small room. Why would he...?

There was Ashley, sitting there with a pair of sharp looking scissors in hand. They were pointed at his wrist, ready to punctuate the fragile skin. He hadn't seem to notice me here, so he kept crying and moving the blade closer to him.

My original plan was to approach him slowly, but I ran towards him instead. I pulled him into my arms, holding him tightly. I couldn't stop the tears that were once threatening to spill. I cried into his hair as he started to cry into my chest.

"Please don't ever do that again." I sobbed quietly, not wanting to startle him more than I probably already have. Ashley's sobs softened and he pulled away from me.

"Why would someone like you want to stop a fat worthless emo faggot like me?" He asked sadly. I looked at him his gorgeous brown eyes capturing my gaze first. I took the scissors from his hand and setting them aside, away from him.

"Ash.... you are nothing less than beautiful. Hell, you're talking to a worthless emo faggot yourself. I know it doesn't seem like it, but the shit Mike, Ray and even myself have told you, well, they're not true. The only thing that I've said that is true is that you're beautiful. Please, don't do it again." I pleaded, caressing his cheek before grabbing the scissors and getting up. I gave Ashley one more glance, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Never again..." I whispered to myself, a tear falling down my face.

—•—•—

"Hey, Biersack!" I heard Mike's voice yell. To say that I was scared would be an understatement. I was terrified! I quickened my pace, wanting nothing more but to get out of here.

"Biersack, I'm talking to you! Get over here!" I felt a hand on my wrist jerk me back. I winced softly, hoping they wouldn't hear.

'You said never again, Andy, you hypocritical bastard..' I cursed myself.

"What do you want, Mike?" I yelled, clearly annoyed and upset. I regretted that though after I was shoved to the ground.

"Don't yell at me, bastard! That was a warning!" He yelled in my face. I kicked at him, knocking him back.

"Ohhh, suddenly Mr. Biersack wants to be a toughy and fight back!" He taunted, kicking me hard in the ass.

"Fuck." I winced, managing to squirm away. I stood back up and glared at Mike.

"You're getting later, you 'lil jackass." Was all he said before walking off. I sighed, and walked away. Only to spot a worried Ashley in the corner of my eye..l

Notes

Hey Ash....

TAG! YOU'RE IT!! You have to write the next chapter! x3

(I'll still proofread it, don't worry.)

-Batman(Cloudy)