Left out. . . {bxbxb}

Chapter twenty-three

My first day of eighth grade starts in five days, and I'm so pissed off. I'm not ready to socialize with people I can barely tolerate.

Andrew groaned to himself. The disgusting taste of vomit is still in his mouth, making him want to puke again. 

Derek did that. He fucking did that. Andrew still can't believe it. Oh, God. What would his friends think? Knowing them, they'd probably hunt Derek down, only to get their asses handed to them. Andrew, despite his horrible state, chuckled lightly to himself. He pictured Derek getting the shit kicked out of him by Oliver and Jack. 

They'd save him from Derek and finally all be happy. Andrew can find other people. Besides, Derek isn't the only guy in the world. Andrew smiled slightly, imaging him, Jackson, and Oliver hanging out without worrying about crazy boyfriends. Andrew was snapped out of his thoughts by a loud knocking on his door. 

"Andrew? Dude, you in there?" 

Jack. 

Shit. Andrew rushed up, checking himself in the mirror on his wall. Oh, God, he looked awful. He slipped on some pajama bottoms and a random t-shirt he found on the floor. Which he was ninety-nine percent sure was a t-shirt Derek let him borrow a while ago. His hair was a mess, his face was red, and you could clearly tell he'd been crying. Not to mention the obvious marks on his neck.

"Yeah..!" He called out weakly. His throat and head ached, but he didn't want them to get suspicious and see him like this. Andrew heard one of them trying the doorknob, and he could've sworn his heart stopped beating. 

He forgot to lock the door. 

"Andre-" Oliver cut himself off, seeing Andrew's face. Jack gasped, running over to Andrew. "Dude? What the hell happened? Are you okay?" He put both his hands on the sides of Andrew's face, not helping his already red cheeks. "What happened?" Oliver asked, eyeing the marks on Andrew's neck. "I- Uh- just tripped a few times. My room is a mess. I'm always tripping on stuff," Andrew nervously chuckled, making Oliver give him an annoyed look. 

"Man, I told you, you have to keep your room clean," Jack frowned, giving a look of disgust around Andrew's room, which had papers and clothes scattered around, pens and pencils rolling under his bed, and a messy knot of wires and cords for his phone, Chromebook, and his other electronics. Oliver sighed, patting Jack on the shoulder. "He's lying," Oliver stated. "Any idiot can tell."

Jack sadly looks at Andrew. "You don't have to tell us what's wrong, dude." He said. "But you know you can talk to us about it." Andrew wiped away the tears that were about to fall. He was done crying today and honestly didn't have enough energy to cry anymore.

 "It's stupid," Andrew muttered. "I don't care," Oliver replied, while he and Jack gave Andrew small smiles. Andrew took a deep breath and began. "Well... I talked to Nolan. I guess he told Derek he was breaking up with us after it, and Derek was really pissed. Then he... he came over here and confronted me about it. He was angrier than I've ever seen him. It was terrifying. I thought he was actually going to kill me." Andrew bitterly laughed lightly at the end while Oliver's eyes widened. The marks on Andrew's neck,  Derek being madder than Andrew's ever seen. Oh my God. "He didn't..." Oliver angrily muttered under his breath, urging Andrew to finish his story. 

"And uh, instead of brutally murdering me, we, uh, you know, he kind of... fucked me instead," Andrew mumbled the last part, not wanting to look his friends in the eyes. Jack was speechless, staring at Andrew with a shocked look. "How the hell is that stupid?!" He shouted. "Dude, how the actual hell is that stupid?!" 

Oliver took a deep breath. "Andrew," He began, calmly stepping forwards, putting both his hands on his friends' shoulders. Andrew swallowed nervously. Both from wondering what he was going to say and the fact that Oliver was so close. "Why the fuck would you think we wouldn't care about this." He hissed, emphasizing the word fuck. "Did he do it, like, without your consent?" Jack asked, still pretty shocked. "Yes, of-fucking-course he did it without consent!" Oliver angrily said, turning to Jackson. 

"He can't do that." Oliver turned back to Andrew, unknowingly gripping his shoulders a bit tighter. "I know..." Andrew muttered. "No. No, he actually can't do that!"Oliver stressed. "That's messed up..." Jack muttered. He knew Derek was crazy, but this was crossing at least over a hundred lines. 

"I'm going to kill him..." Oliver growled. "No!" Andrew cried, shrinking back at the looks his friends gave him. "He raped you," Oliver whisper-shouted, throwing his hands up. "What do you mean, no?!" Andrew looked down, not knowing what to say. 

Oliver sighed, pulling Andrew into a hug. "You have to break up with him," He said, pulling back. "I know..." Andrew mumbled, a little disappointed that the hug was so short. "We'll go with you, so you don't do it alone, but you have to," Jack added. 

Andrew knew he had to, but he... couldn't. He didn't understand why, but he couldn't.

"You guys promise you'll come with me...?" He weakly asked. "Of course," Jack smiled. "Can we do it... tomorrow?" Andrew questioned, and Oliver and Jack glanced at each other. "Sure, man, this is something important to you," Jack and Oliver smiled at Andrew, making Andrew's heart beat a small bit faster. 

Oliver and Jack spent the rest of the day with Andrew, not leaving his side unless he had to use the bathroom. 

I really want to make Derek get hit with a bus in this story. So so bad. 
Also, Jesus, how are people reading this??? I tried to read the first few chapters to see if I improved my writing at all and I was cringing so hard?? Maybe it's my hatred toward anything I do, or maybe the first chapters just suck-