Mr. Beirsack... I love you

chapter 11

When I arrive at school nobody even looked at me. All the people who hated me didn't even look at me.

Makinzie wasn't here today, like damn is she that fragile?

Tay walked up to me. An awkward silence fell upon us. "Well no more rumors about you and Andy." "Yeah I could imagine." I snap at her. "No need to be mean about it!" She scolds. "Mr.biersack probably hates me." I hold tears back.

"Hey what's this?" She pulls up the sleeve of my hoodie. "(Y/n), why?" She whispers quietly. "I'll tell you during class." She waves with a fake smile on her face and walks off.

I got to class after the bell rang. Eveyone stared at me with a huge frown on their face. I casually walked to my seat beside Taylor.

"Ok, tell me what's wrong." She demanded. "I felt bad about what happend, and I was afriaid that Andy would break up with me."

"Felt bad about that bitch makinzie getting smacked?! She deserved it (y/n)! All the outcast were celebrating! Her friends were the only ones crying." I kinda laughed. Now that I think about it, she did deserve it. Now I just got to settle things out with Andy.

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Last block, its time to face Andy. I walked in and as usual he was sitting on his desk. He gave me a casual look but then looked back down at his laptop. Hmh, the silent game huh?  I sat down at my desk tapping my fingers against the desk.

"Ok so today we will be taking a test for the past three weeks." He passes out the pappers to everyone. When he gets to me he bends over beside my ear. "And for you miss break Makinzies jaw you'll be wrighting an essay on how sorry you are. And how we will never be friends again."

Wait. Friends?! We were just friends?! I thought we were more. I love him more than I love my own mother. I took out a piece of paper and wrote about how makinzie posted us making out on instagram. And how I was furious and how I cut myself over the thought of losing him.

Then I marched up to his desk and layied it down in front of him. I watched his face as he read it. He crumbled it up in a ball and threw it in the trashcan. "Your trying to make me feel sorry for you. Well guess what. I'm not!" He whisper/yelled. Tears glimmered in my eyes and dripped down my cheeks. I pulled up my sleeve. His eyes widdend  slightly but then he frowned. "Stop! Your doing this to hurt me!"

The bell rung and everyone ran out of the class. "I love you... Andy." I said when the class door closed. "I love you. More than myself, more than my parents. More than anybody in this world. I love you." The room grew uncomfortably cold.

"No." He said. "No, (y/n). I- I don't love you." This is great. I can officially go die. I cry and ran out the room.