Random x reader (BOOK 2)

Andrew LaPierre x Reader

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(Y/n's Intro)

I often believed love to be no more than a chemical that the body produces.
Based upon a person's want to be with someone; through one's lust for the object of their affections, that they also want to feel & experience that feeling with.
Along with its many benefits that is often explained through science as natural secondary chemical reactions that are associated with the feeling love.

(Y/n's Pov)

I often scoff or laugh at the subject of Love, it's a word that is too often used to describe something meant to last for a lifetime; & is being used to foster long lasting bonds when the actual feeling being experienced, is fleeting & short lived.
That's why I'm able to spot bullshit relationships and give girls healthy advice before they get their hearts broken, or their relationship turns toxic.
That's why my friends nicknamed me Queen of heart's, because more often than not, when boys of all kinds tried, and failed to charm me; I cut them their egos down a peg.
'Off With Their Heads' was a phrase my friends have taken to saying when I bluntly say no to a potential suitor.
But one boy has became a throne in my side since he moved here; Andrew LaPierre.
Sepulveda High's resident bad boy; who doesn't seem to know when to quit.
Frankie said softly under her breath, watching someone behind me while keeping her partial vision on me.
Someone that I could see through the back of my head, making the area of my shoulder blades tense.
"LaPierre 12 O'Clock".
I then said as I set down my chicken tenders.
"One of these days I'm going to say 'Off With His Head' & do it myself".
F/n, my best friend since childhood, said as she behaved natural as we basically didn't indicate to Andrew we knew he's coming or gave him our attention.
"Only you'll land straight in jail,
(She then turned to me and said.)
And we both know you're not angry he won't leave you alone".
I then said dropping my chicken tenders, it made a loud dropped sound on my plate and I stared at F/n with what she calls is serious dead eyes.
"We are not having this discussion,
(I gathered my unfinished food and put it in a plastic bag that I always keep multiples in my bag and I stood up, glaring at F/n and I could see she didn't mean to bring up my past, but I could see she had to push me.
Which she knows I greatly dislike.)
You promised you never bring it up again".
Andrew then said sounding genuinely curious.
"Never bring what up again"?
I sharply turned on him and Andrew dropped his smile and I pushed past him, my shoulder bumping his ass I said.
"None of your dang business LaPierre".
I could hear Andrew stumble from the force of my push as I exited the cafeteria.
Normally I would look back to make sure anyone I brushed away with a shoulder push didn't get hurt, especially Andrew, but my blinding anger was to strong & I needed to get away to a quiet space inorder to clear my head.
Or otherwise, I'll start to think deeper on the matter of my messed up, teenaged driven hormonal feelings, and see what F/n was talking about; then admit the truth.
A truth I've been ignoring since I was a child, and  trying to avoid like the plague since Andrew LaPierre moved here.
I arrived at the empty music hall where I come to perform my music when it's not being occupied by Mrs. Jane's students.
I pushed the doors, the force made them slightly bang harder than I intended, and I marched with anger filled confidence's to the stage area.
Once the doors closed with a creak from the force slightly bending the hinges (not enough to be noticeable or cause damage) my anger began to ebb.
I quickly jumped up and then I took a deep breath in and let it out; along with my anger.
I then turned to see where the instrument's were stored for Sepulveda High's bands band practice.
I set my back pack down and gently took hold of my favorite instrument; The Violin.

I pulled a chair out to the middle of the stage, then sat down and tuned the Violin just right and the moment I got ready to play, my mother's voice rang through my mind when I looked at the empty seats around me.