Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 3

Abby's POV

One of Brandon's friends, Mark, had beaten up Andrew. I knew Mark, he was in my science class and he was kind and quiet, sort've like Brandon. Everyone says the reason why Mark attacked Andrew was actually because of Brandon.

"Andrew had it comin' to him," Bradly told me, "he deserved to have his ass kicked."

Bradly has always hated Andrew, but he stayed quiet about it in fear that it would cause conflict within the team. Though I'm sure he's afraid to admit it, Andrew has always been scared of Bradly because 1. He's bigger and older and 2. Bradly could easily replace him as the quarterback. This gives Bradly the chance to always screw around with him, no matter how many plays he purposely messes up, Andrew can never do anything about it.

That being said, Andrew is a vile human being. He picks on everyone he thinks is below him and I'm 100% sure he's only in football to hit on the cheerleaders.

The cheerleaders at my school match the exact stereotype, pretty, air-headed and mean. They're the only one's in the school who have the nerve to mess with me. However, we do have something in common, we both really like Brandon.

When I'm on the bench watching Bradly practice, I hear them talking about how cute he is and it saddens me because I know I can't compete with them.

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He looked so cute during English, and I hate to phrase it that way because it makes me sound like the cheerleaders, but it's the only way I know how to.

His hair looked more wavy than usual, he wore a baby blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, along with khaki pants. He looked grown up and mature, and oh so out of my league.

It drove me absolutely mad when he pushed up one of his sleeves as it fell.

When the bell finally rung, I kept my eyes on him as he closed his notebook and shoved it in his backpack. He swung it over his shoulder, and I don't think something that simple could be so amazing to me. He shoved a hand in his pocket and flawlessly exited the classroom with me following him at a careful distance.

As soon as we were away from the classroom, Andrew and some of the football team crowded around him. He looked terrified and... small.

"Please leave me alone," he pleaded, I could see him pouting, his bottom lip trembling.

My breath hitched as Andrew shoved him to the ground. "I've had enough of your faggot-ass walking around my school!" Andrew spit, kicking him in the side.

That one kick triggered the entire group go apeshit on him.

Rage boiled in my veins, before I could ignore it like everyone else in the hall did, it boiled over like lava in a volcano.

"Hey! What the fuck?! Lay the fuck off him!" I yelled.

Andrew looked back at me, and a look of horror washed over his face.

"Oh shit, isn't that Bradly's sister?" I heard someone say.

"You're all fucking cowards!" I burst, "fucking bastard-losers! Piss the fuck off!"

The entire group shot off running, leaving Brandon on the floor, curled up in the fetal position.

I quickly rushed over to him. "Hey, are you alright?" I asked softly, leaning over him, controlling my nerves.

He sat up and looked up at me. "Y-you saved me."

"I guess," I murmured.

He kept staring at me and I was finally able to catch what color his eyes were. Hazel, but then leaning towards green and dancing around brown.