Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 19

Brandon's POV

In a few days or so, my first rehearsal with the choir came up. My problem was that no one took it seriously, not even the teacher.

"Shouldn't we be actually singing?" I asked Ronnie as he banged on the drum set in the room.

He stopped, "nah, we usually just wing all our concerts, and it goes fine."

"I don't even know when our concerts are! Or even what songs we're singing!"

"Don't sweat it, Brando, I'll give you a heads up."

Before I could speak again, he continued to bang on the drums, and I was shut out for the rest of rehearsals.

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I was quite disappointed upon leaving rehearsals. I was actually looking forward to using my singing voice.

I had to get my backpack from my locker, which gave Ronnie the chance to ditch me and I had to meet him in his car.

As I was walking alone, to make my bad mood worse, Andrew spotted me walking to Ronnie's car.

It surprised me when he actually started pacing towards me because it had been at least a month since we had an encounter.

"Hey, you ugly fuck," he snarled stepping up to me.

"What the hell do you want, dickhead?" I snorted, feeling braver than I should have.

He grabbed me by the collar and lifted me off at least three inches off the ground. "What did you just say you little prick?"

"Dickhead!" I winced again.

"Oh that's it, you're fucking dead, faggot!"

Before he could do anything to harm me, I heard a familiar voice.

Bradly's.

"What the fuck, Andrew?!" He shouted running over to us.

Andrew put me down and turned white as a ghost. He spun around and faced Bradly.

Bradly stood six inches taller than him, and looked quite terrifying.

"What were you about to do to him?" Bradly barked, shoving Andrew.

"I-I was about to b-beat him up, he was talking shit!" Andrew stammered. "He called me a dickhead."

"Really? That's it? You got a fragile ego, you know that boy?" Bradly shoved him again.

He talked like my dad, and it frightened me as much as it did Andrew.

"C'mon Brad! Fags like him deserve to be kicked around."

Bradly shoved him once again, harder this time. "That's my sister's boyfriend!"

"W-what? I d-didn't know they were together!"

"Fuck you. Fuck you, you slimy cunt."

I had never heard someone actually use that word before. All I knew was that it was the cuss word to top all cuss words.

Bradly stepped back, cracking his knuckles, a look of danger in his eyes. "You're an asshole, you're so far beyond an asshole. If Mark didn't teach you a lesson, then maybe I can-" He swung his fist, one punch knocked Andrew to the ground.

With one fistful of shirt, Bradly was able to pick him up and hold him higher that he did me.

I actually felt kind of bad for the guy, despite how he treated me all those years. He looked helpless dangling in the air, with blood trickling from his nose.