"fuck. you."
my nose scrunched and eyes narrowed as i threw expletives his way with vexation and a bit of spit. i burned like a raging wildfire as i watched him smirk and slowly lean his upper body down to almost, but not quite, meet me at eye leve...
a.n.: fetus andy photo 4 today cause this chapter is major flashback time (and also like 10,000 words bc i feel bad for disappearing again) <33
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"i wanna teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way, still i'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday."
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andy's pov
any semblance of a grinor amusement that had previously touched my face faded away at the sound of dahlia's nervously spoken answer to the interviewer's question. "i had just done a semester at new york university, but i.. uh, i dropped out." her ringed fingers awkwardly ran through her ridiculously long hair as she so clearly avoided even an incidental gaze in my direction.
i glared at her as i felt my face turn to stone; if looks could kill, there would be an exit wound on the right side of that pretty, blonde head.
my body shifted further away from her and closer to the thick armrest on my left, the now missing excess weight on the cushion she was sat tightly on throwing her balance off as she spoke. her voice shook for a moment, forcing me to cover my smirk with my hand as she continued. "um.. just because i realized the conformity and the pretentiousness of it all just wasn't really for me."
the temperature in my chest had risen to what felt like two hundred degrees, my brain instantly begging me to tune out whatever else she said in the minutes following for the sake of keeping my composure. i fumed inwardly for whatever spare pieces of my nineteen year old self were left in my psyche, as both him and i were forced to process brand new information at the same time. i fidgeted carefully with the heavy rings that sat at the base of my middle, index and ring fingers, distracting myself as i fell into my thoughts.
i couldn't help but think back to our little quarrel just minutes before we all agreed to sit in our designated seats to answer predictable questions, smile for the cameras and pretend we all get along just perfectly with one another.
i wish i was more embarrassed of how much i enjoyed seeing her struggle to try to grab the phone out of my hand as i teased her. watching all of the blood rush to her pale face as i read her text messages with a former acquaintance i was rapidly beginning to resent; it was like the perfect form of entertainment for me in that moment. when she climbed up close to my side and reached her arm hard over the span of my shoulders, i moved quick without thinking. in an instant, my amused mind went silent.
as i felt her light body crash against mine, something completely instinctual took over me. my hands and upper body raced forward to catch her in my arms, only able to see the image of her head hitting the hard floor if i was to ignore what truly was my immediate intuition. her arms were tucked tightly to her chest as i pulled her back up to me in one quick movement. my fingers gripped firmly around the smooth curve of her little waist, holding her gently as my heart rate began to slow down from its split second of panic. only then did i finally start to come back to earth enough to realize what i had just done.
