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Andrew Clark

Being in Saturday detention wasn't uncommon for me, but it didn't happen constantly. 

There's a difference between my brother and me. See, John doesn't have any sort of filter. In speaking terms or actions. Whilst I, being the sister, have a filter. 

I learned to shut my mouth at home when John and I's father and mother were going off on us. John didn't seem to care, he would talk back. That's something I admired him for. John didn't care what would happen to him, he just did shit. 

I did care. I was a scared wimp who relied on her big bad brother. But deep down, John really was scared. I didn't even know that, he puts on such a tough facade. 

John tried his best to protect me, he honestly did. Sometimes it just wasn't enough. Like last night. 

I started to think about last night as Mr. Vernon droned on about us having to write a paper. 

My dad was angry at me, for something he made up in his mind. "You don't give enough shit about this family to be in it!" He screamed at me. My father snapped his head to the door as it opened, John entering. 

They began fighting about something, I tried to walk to my room, but I stepped on the creaky floorboard, I had reminded myself so many times about. 

My father looked at me and lunged. He pinned me to the wall and cut into my arm with his pocket knife. I screamed. John couldn't do anything besides try to get dad's attention back to him. 

My dad carved 'worthless bitch' into my arm. After he was done, he slapped me. My father had rarely ever physically hurt me, it was only mental. 

I looked down at the wrap on my arm, not noticing that Mr. Vernon had left, and now everybody was minding their own business. 

Well, almost everyone. 

Andrew Clark sat beside me, he was just staring at me, attempting to figure out what I was thinking. 

"My family," I said, giving him a small smile. "I figured." He chuckled and looked back ahead of him. 

Hours later, I was sitting beside Andrew and Allison. We were all in a circle. the circle included John, Claire, Brian, Allison, Andrew, and me. 

"It went off in my locker," Brian explained as he wiped away tears. He was telling us how why he was in detention. He tried killing himself because he failed to shop. 

"It was a handgun?" I asked as if it made a difference. "No, a flare gun," Brian replied. It did make a difference. I pressed back a smile as Andrew began to laugh. "It's not funny," Brain said. 

Soon we were all laughing, "it is funny." Brian said as he began laughing too. 

"I want to know what Sydney Bender did to get in here," Claire said, raising her eyebrows. 

John gave me a funny smile as I looked at him. "Well, I pulled a knife out on the P.E. teacher," I said, laughing. Everyone's eyes widened. 

"Mr. Barker?" Allison asked. I nodded. "You know how he's always weird with the Freshman girls? He thought I was a Freshman and gave me a hug from behind. When we gave me a hug, he touched my chest," I explained, everyone looked at me intrigued, "Well, I had shoved him off, but he came back and started kissing my neck. I pushed him against the wall, and I whipped out my pocket knife." I shrugged. 

"He is weird." Claire agreed. "Of course, he played the victim and I got in trouble," I stated. 

We talked more and soon it was time for us to leave. 

I grabbed my bag and somebody touched my shoulder, I expected it to be John, but it was Andrew. 

"Clark? Do you need something?" I asked kindly. "Yeah, well I'd like to get to know you better." He said as he followed me out of the library. "I want to take you to lunch sometime. Maybe tomorrow?" He fumbled. 

"Like a date?" I joked. His cheeks flushed. "I mean if you want it to be." He said. I nodded my head. "I'd love to go on a date with you," I said as his dad pulled up. "Great! Meet me at Wilson's at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow?" He asked. His dad honked the horn. 

"Sure." I nodded. Andrew began to walk away with his hands in his pockets. "Wait, come back!" I yelled. He turned back to me and I gave him a kiss. 

He wrapped his hands around my waist and I melted into his touch. I pulled away when I heard his dad honk for the third time. "Goodbye, Clark. See you tomorrow at five." I winked. I pulled off a patch on his letterman jacket. "Sovernier," I smirked and began to walk off with my brother. 

Let's just say, the next day was one hell of a date with Andrew fucking Clark.