The Forgotten Hate || a.b

Chapter Seventeen: Not You

♥︎Andy's POV♥︎

After the whole speech that our old principle gave us, I looked around frantically for her.

I searched and searched through the crowd of collage students and low-lives, but fails to spot her.

Please, please, tell me she's here. Please tell me I didn't waste my heart and time on this trip.

Maybe, just maybe I am overreacting, what if she changed her look? Yeah, she just probably just changed her look. That makes sense, right?

"Biersack!" A person shouted, "Y-yeah?" I asked back still in my daze about her, "Schedule?" The person, or one of the administration people said in a "duh" tone.

I hastily grabbed it from the persons hand, glaring at them and went off to my old ass homeroom.

I was sitting in one of the classes picking around with my thumbs only hearing words and blabbering coming from the teachers mouth.

Oh wait! I have all of her classes! I remember always seeing her orange-neon hair everyday.

Just the thought of her smiling and laughing, brought a long lost smile on my face again.

-Skip to Music Period-

I heard the teacher dismiss us, I also remember her sneaking out of homeroom to go there. That was her only favorite part and thing in the school.

Once I approached it I opened to door slightly to walk in a empty, person-less room. I take a deep sigh and walk over to the instruments.

Still beaten up as usual, I touched them as I remembered all of the crazy memories slide back into my mind.

I hear the door open, but I don't turn around to even glance at the person. I keep my attention towards the rusty, old instruments.

Suddenly, I hear the piano playing a familiar tune.

I gasp inwardly, that's Jades' grandpa's song! She was the only one who knows but me...

I turn myself around to see a beautiful brunette, sitting at the piano, is that really her?

She has changed everything about her physical appearance, but I don't care! She's here! Right in front of me!

I let her finish the song as I saw her fragile hands move down to her lap, it was only a minute and a half, so it didn't take so long.

"Jade?" I ask fairly nervous. This is the most nervous I have been in a while..

♥︎Jade's POV♥︎

"Jade?" The man from behind me speaks up. I immediately tense up from the voice. "U-uh.." I don't know what to say to him!

Then I hear slow and steady footsteps approaching me, I forcefully shut my eyes. Waiting for something to happen.

"It's me Andy.." He whispers as he gently touches my shoulder, I feel an electric jolt being sent up my spine, making me wiggle off his hand.

He gently turns the chair around, as if I am one of those glass dolls that can break with a blink of an eye.

I still keep my eyes glued shut, why hasn't the class started yet?! "Li-Jade, please open up," he asks gently. Should I lie to him? Should I just makeup a name and say you have the wrong person?

But no, I open my eyes and shrink back down into my seat.

I finally have come face to face with the man I have been dreading for years now.

"W-why are you here?" "Why aren't you in LA or something?" "Why are you talking to me?" All of these questions flow out of my mouth trying to cover up the tears that are on edge of spilling everywhere.

I was soon stopped by his finger hovering over my lips. "Let me explain," he says gently. He has become so gentle... And his voice has gotten deeper.

His eyes are lighter than before, he changed. He has changed so much, personality and looks.

Why am I thinking these things of him? I am supposed to be mad at him!

Wait, who am I trying to convince here?

"Jade, please can we talk?" He asks once again, "Talk?! TALK?! Why would I WANT TO TALK TO YOU?!" I yell at him causing him to flinch slightly at my sudden outburst and take a baby step back.

"Jade, calm down, please," he murmured the look of hurt and guilt plastered on his face, his eyes dimming with unknown feelings.

Those electric blue orbs never lost their emotion, have they?

I hear him chuckle light-heartedly, "Yeah, I guess they have the same feeling to them," he says keeping them on me.

I blush at how much I am an idiot for thinking anything of him.

I turn away from him only for him to grab my chin with his thumb. Woah, he had gotten a sleeve of tattoos, which I am sure there's more plastered on his body.

But one caught my eye.. It read, 'DragonFly' written in some, type of font.

But as soon as I read it, I felt my heart sink. I pull my head back from his grasp and get up. But he once again stopped me from doing something.

"Wait, please let me-" I cut him off from pure anger and obviously some jealously, "Let you what?! Explain to me WHY you ditched me and NEVER even bothered to text or call me?!" I shouted with rage.

I am surprised no one has even checked this room yet..
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FUCK YOU DRAGONFLY TATTOO!!
Ehheh sorry..

Anywhore I hope you enjoyed this chapter and sorry this one sucks I am tired and my body hurts like a motherfucker, but if you did please vote and comment and I will see you later!