Chapter 1

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His face ran through my mind as I made myself stay where I knew he would be. My heart beat in excitement.

5 mins.

That's when he came walking near me. Minax. With his manwhore best friend Deirdre right next to him. I slammed my locker in anger.

He had to be every fricking where didn't he?! How was I suppose to talk to Minax if he best friend won't ever leave.

I sighed in frustration. You know what, fuck Deirdre.

I loosened the tight black headband squeezing my brains out of my head. And headed to Social Studies.

Yeah, I got teased and yeah I made those fuckers shut up. But, you know that was mostly everyday.

When the lunch bell rang, I got up as fast as I could manage without tripping over my own feet and made my way down the hallway.

I passed Deirdre's locker when I heard a familiar voice say,

"Why does your shirt say Andy SIx."

Appraising my shirt I guess. But, the voice was Minax's.

"Because Andy Six is awesome." I said back almost immediately.

My heart fluttered at his comment. He had noticed me and talked to me. Someone pinch me I must be dreaming.

I guess I called all of the outcasts' attention today with my white t-shirt that read clearly Andy Six on the front in black Sharpie. Guess they had respect for me now, but they were only guys so I didn't really care about everyone else's opinion besides Minax's.

I went throughout the day, sorta just putting up with everyone being stupid.

When at the end of the day, something surprised me. In sort of a weird way, I never expected this to ever happen.

"Andy Six." a deep voice said.

I turned and saw it was Deirdre. Deirdre and I never really ever acknowledged eachothers existence, so this was a little weird.

"Is amazing." I said back.

"I know right?" he said walking down the hallway.

The only times Deirdre ever came into my life was when I first moved here he was in my fifth grade class and most of my related arts in my latter grade. He had also been to a party where my sister was and she had been briefly obsessive about him trying to get me to hang out with him.

Although I had found this really odd, it gave me an idea.

An idea that changed everything I had known to be real and right.

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