collection of one shots about Andrew Garfield and his various characters.
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TW: Contains slut-shaming and fat-shaming
Andrew's pov
I kept my eyes trained on the script in front of me as I reached my hand out to grab my buzzing phone, "hello?"
"Hello mister Garfield," a female voice answered, "I'm miss Jones, I'm calling from your daughter's school," she announced, "there were some problems with her today, you should come pick her up."
I sat up straight in my chair, "what happened? Is she okay?"
The woman chuckled darkly, "yeah, she's alright, but she's in trouble."
I cursed under my breath, "alright, I'll be there in ten minutes."
"Perfect."
I hung up the phone and quickly threw my shoes on, making my way to the car.
I drive anxiously to the school, and parked near the entrance, quickly striding towards the door.
I entered the building and made my way to the reception, "hi, could you please tell me where the principal's office is?"
The woman behind the desk smiled up at me, "last door to the right at the end of the corridor."
I smiled gratefully at her, "thank you."
I took in a shaky breath and moved towards the office, knocking gently on the door.
"Come in," a voice called from behind the door.
I opened the door and closed it shut behind me, "ah, mister Garfield," the principal greeted, "thank you for coming here so quickly."
"Dad," Lynn cried out as she crashed into me at full speed, "thank god you're here," she mumbled in my shirt, her voice hoarse, thick with tears.
"What happened munchkin?" I questioned as I pulled back, frowning at the sight of her puffy eyes and red cheeks.
"Your daughter got dress coded," Miss Jones cut in.
I furrowed my brows and tilted my head sideways, "sorry?"
Lynn heaved a broken sob in my chest at that; what the hell had they done to my baby?
My voice became harder, "why did she get dress coded? She is wearing completely appropriate clothing," I pointed out.
Lynn sniffled, "because I'm not wearing a bra," she mumbled, "apparently that is inappropriate."
I could feel my blood boil as I moved my furious gaze to miss Jones, "it's distracting for her classmates, especially for the boys," she explained in an obvious tone.
I snorted, "sure, cause they don't have nipples, do they?" I shook my head, "in the school's dress code is not written anywhere that girls should wear bras," I said through gritted teeth, "they are uncomfortable, not necessary, and it should be a choice whether to wear them or not."
