The Musician (An Andrew Clark fanfic)

Chapter Two

Rosalie's POV:

We all sat in silence for a few minutes after Vernon walked out, some of us started to 'get comfortable' and remove a few of the layers we had on. Andrew was the first to do so, unbuttoning his letterman jacket, while Claire took off her gloves. Just then a snapping sound could be heard from behind us, so we turned to see Allison biting her nails, unknowningly being stared at by everyone else. She looked up after a moment, receiving everyone's stares, and after she continued to bite her nail, she also got a comment from John. "You keep eating your hand, you won't be hungry for lunch." Upon hearing this, Allison shot him a glare, and spit out the nail she bit off towards him. "I've seen you before, you know," John said. Just then Vernon peaked out of his office to see what we were doing. The only person he could see was me, so I sent him a smile, which he saw and, surprisingly, smiled back. Perks of being the good kid I guess.

"Who do I think I am," I heard from behind me. Brian was mumbling to himself. He does this in class too, but I just wouldn't expect it from him now, while it's so quiet. He continued, "Who are you? Who are you?" He the paused. "I'm a Walrus." I turned around to see him with a pen in his mouth, hanging out like a walrus tusk. He noticed my stares and took the pen out of his mouth, and turned to John, who was glaring at him as he took off his scarf. John then took his feet off the table infront of him, at started to take off his coat. At the same time, Brian started to take off his coat, but when Brian and John noticed each other, John sent him another glare while continuing to pull off his coat, and Brian blew into his hands as if to warm them, and pulled his coat back on. "It's the shits, huh?" He said as he turned to John again. John just stared at him as he awkwardly laughed. I looked over to John, to see him crumpling up his paper in his hand. I got confused, until I saw him throw it past Claire and Andrew. He's obviously trying to start something, I assumed. Then, he started humming loudly a song I didn't know. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "I can't believe this is really happening to me," Claire stated.

"Oh Shit!" John said, which caught everyone's attention. "What are we supposed to do if we have to take a piss!" He said. "Oh, please," Claire mumbled. "If you gotta go, you gotta go," John said. Just then the sound of the zipper on his pants unzipping could be heard. I put my head down once I heard this, not wanting anything to happen. "Oh my god," Claire said. "Hey, you're not urinating in here man," Andrew said. "Don't talk! don't talk! It makes it crawl back up!" Said John. "You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor," Andrew told him. "You're pretty sexy when you get angry," John stated as he made a noise that was most likely a sarcastic growl.

"Hey, homeboy. Why don't you go close that door? We'll get the prom queen and Ms. Musician over here impregnated," said John. At the mention of who I could only assume to be me, I lifted my head and turned to him, anger written on my face. "Hey," said Andrew. "Hey!" "What?" John said. "If I loose my temper you're totaled, man," said Andrew. "Totally?" John asked. "Totally," replied Andrew. Then, Claire turned around and spoke up. "Why don't you just shut up? No body here's interested." "Really, Buttface," said Andrew. I turned to look at him, and sent him an unamused face, to which he noticed and looked down at his hands, almost seeming to be a bit sad. "Well hey sporto, what'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock?" John asked. "Uh, excuse me fellows, I think we should just write our papers," Brain said. He was ignored, as Andrew spoke back. "Just because you live here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass, so knock it off!" "It's a free country," said John as he bobbed his head a bit. "He's just doing it to get a rise out of you, just ignore him," Claire said to Andrew. "Sweets," John asked. Claire then looked at him. "You couldn't ignore me if you tried."

"So," John said. "So! Are you guys like Boyfriend Girlfriend?" My heart dropped a bit at the thought of this. I've had a small crush on Andrew for a while now, and I didn't know if he was dating anyone. John then continued. "Steady dates? Lovers? Come one sporto, level with me. Do you slip her the hot . . . beef . . . injection?" "GO TO HELL!" Claire exclaimed. "ENOUGH!" Andrew said just as loud. "Hey!" Vernon said from his office. "What's going on in there?" Everyone was silent for a moment, until Andrew mumbled, "scumbag."