Strong Dislike (Andy Biersack)

Chapter 10

-Andy's P.O.V-

The first thing I heard when I woke up was, "You made a huge mistake."

The words, kindly uttered by Austin Carlile this morning, have been racing through my head all day. 

You made a huge mistake. 

Like I don't already know that. 

Name one thing, anything I've done besides this damn band and it will likely have been a mistake. 

Prom sophomore year. 

Asking for Juliet's number. 

Ignoring the obvious evidence that Juliet was cheating on me.

Demanding to stay one more night in L.A. so I could buy that stupid engagement ring.

Warning everyone to stay away from Ariel. 

Messing with Ariel's emotions. 

Letting Ariel go. 

Mistake after mistake after mistake. 

Austin of course, must have been talking about how Ronnie and I got in a fight last night.

Just at the thought of the fight, my ribs sear in pain from where his foot so harshly connected to them. 

I really am an idiot, getting in a fight with Ronnie. I knew he'd kick my ass and still, anger overwhelmed me and then, so did Ronnie. 

I briefly consider getting off the couch to get some asprin, but then the slicing pain my deep breath causes me banishes the thought. 

I lay back down on the couch and close my eyes. 

You've had worse than this Andy. I think, remembering when I broke my ribs instead of just getting them bruised. 

Somehow this hurt more, because I was fighting for someone and I lost. 

That's rough. 

The bus door swings open and someone steps in. 

"Go away unless you're willing to find me some fucking pain killers." I snap at whoever it is without opening my eyes. 

"I'll get you some aspirin." Ariel's voice says and my eyes snap open to catch the back of her head walking down the hall. 

 What the hell is she doing here?

Is she here to cuss me out?

Is she here to tell me to fuck off and die?

Is she here to forgive me?

All these thoughts run through my head in the few moments she is gone.

When she reappears next to the couch, she hands me three white pills and a glass of water. I take the pills and chug down the water, waiting for her to talk. 

"What hurts?" She asks quietly, staring at the cut on my lip and my bruised jaw line. 

"Why do you care?" I grumble, but really I'm over joyed that she actually cares enough about me to come check on me. Even if she's going to end up yelling at me. 

"Oh cut the fucking act Andy," She rolls her eyes and I flinch at her casual use of a curse word. Ariel never used to cuss, what's gotten into her? "I know you put up this stupid facade to prove to everyone that your some big boy who don't need no woman or whatever. But I see right through you. So stop the shit and answer my damn question. What hurts?" Her words momentarily stun me because I know she's right.