Left out. . . {bxbxb}

chapter eighteen

Okay so. I probably forgot to put pictures of Oliver, Jack, and Andrew so-
Andrew: Black hair
Oliver: Brown hair
Jack: Blonde hair
You can think of them with whatever eye color

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Andrew avoided everyone the next day.

 He stayed in his room, crying under his covers, all day. He refused to come out even when Oliver and Jack asked to hang out. 

After a few days of ignoring classes and people, Oliver and Jackson were sick of it. 

They came over to his dorm and banged on the door. "Andrew! Open the fuck up!" Oliver knocked loudly on the door, attracting some attention from students walking by.  

Andrew sighed to himself. He slowly pushed himself out of his bed and opened the door slightly. His two friends barged in, surprising Andrew. 

"Dude, why have you been ignoring us?" Jack asked, locking the door. "Was it because of the trip?" Oliver questioned, looking guiltily at Andrew. 

Andrew gave his friends a small smile and shook his head. "You guys didn't do anything wrong..." He mumbled. "It- It was Derek. But it's fine."

Oliver and Jackson lost all feelings of sadness and began to feel angry. "What did he do?" Oliver was prepared to go and kick the hell out of Andrew's shitty bofriend. "Guys, it's stupid." Andrew forced a smile. "It's not important. Wanna hang?" Andrew hoped he could get his friends to forget he ever said anything. 

Jack frowned deeply. "I don't care how stupid you may think it is." The blonde began.  "We want to know." 

Andrew hesitated before sighing and telling his friends what happened when he came back to Derek.

Oliver and Jack were fuming, to say the least. "I'm going to fucking kill him..." Oliver growled, clenching his fists. 

"No!" Andrew cried. "He would kill you. And you can't kill my boyfriend..." Andrew somehow still loved Derek, even after the shit he's put him through. 

Oliver looked incredulously at Andrew. "I can't- What- Dude! That guy has done some messed up shit to you, and I can't do any harm to him?" The brunette threw his hands up, shocked that Andrew doesn't want Derek to feel even a little pain. 

Andrew sighed and looked down at his feet. "He loves me..." Andrew muttered. Though, he wasn't sure if he believed that. 

Oliver exhaled deeply, staring Andrew dead in the eyes. "Andy, Jack and I, we love you. You're our best friend. But Derek, he doesn't. And this must be horrible to hear, but it's true." Andrew felt tears slip down his cheeks. "He knew Derek loved him. He knew deep down he... he cared. 

"He... he does..." Andrew whispered. He slowly walked over to his bed, sitting down, feeling his heart clench. "I know he does..." 

Oliver and Jackson looked sadly at each other. They stepped over to his bed, sitting on both sides of him. "If he really loved you, he wouldn't do this to you," Oliver spoke, him and his boyfriend hugging Andrew. 

"I- I couldn't move on from him..." Andrew choked out, enjoying the feeling of his two friends hugging him. 'I wish my relationship with Derek could be like Oliver and Jack's relationship...' Andrew thought. 'But here I am, crying pathetically with my two best friends.' Andrew felt more salty tears stream down his face. 

"I'm sure you could," Jack smiled supportively. "You'll find a new boyfriend or boyfriends, and you'll be happy," Jack wiped the tears off Andrew's face. 

"Yeah. I promise you'll find someone much better," Oliver whispered into Andrew's ear. Andrew felt his face heat up. "You guys are the best..." Andrew smiled. Andrew didn't know what he would do without them.

A few hours later, Andrew fells asleep in between his friends. Oliver and Jackson got up, letting Andrew lay down on the bed. The two shared a glance before walking out of the room. They made sure to borrow Andrew's key so they could get back in. 

"I'm going to murder that asshole," Oliver whispered to Jack. "Same," The blonde whispered back. They were going to find Derek and beat the ever-loving shit out of him. Andrew didn't have to know they did it. 

They saw him in the halls. It looked like he was walking towards them. They were about to pass when Derek elbowed Oliver, hard, in the waist. "FUCK!" He groaned, rubbing at his side. 

"You fucker!" Jackson hissed. He punched Derek in the stomach, making him fall on the ground in pain. "You fuckin' fags," He growled, punching Jack straight in the eye. "JACK!" Oliver called out, looking at the bruise beginning to form on his boyfriend's face. 

Jack turned to Derek in pure anger. "You're literally dating two boys, and we're fags?" He asked. "I couldn't care less about either," Derek hissed in pain after Oliver slapped his face with more force than he ever put in anything. 

"Then stop fucking putting Noah or whatever the fuck his name is before Andrew!" Oliver snarled, taking extreme satisfaction when Derek's cheek turned red from the hit. "Andrew is useless now that I have  Nolan," Derek smirked evilly. "Andrew is just there until I get bored of him." 

Oliver and Jackson have never felt more anger toward a human being than they have right now. "Blondes are hot" Derek rolled his eyes. "Even if they're all stupid as fuck, and overall idiots," Derek smirked, looking at Jack's hair. 

That was the last straw for Jackson. "You are one fucked up person," He calmly spoke before punching Derek right on the nose. The force of the punch knocked Derek back. He brought his hand to his nose, eyes widening when he felt blood pouring. 

"You asshole," He hissed, holding his nose, rushing off to the nurse. 

Jack stared at his fist in amazement. "That was... the most satisfying thing I've ever done..." He smiled. "It's gonna be hard explaining that and us to Andrew," He laughed. 

They walked back to Andrew's dorm, laughing the entire way. 

That was fun
I like inflicting pain onto fictional characters

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