little nothings || a.b.

2.7

ANDY'S POV

I shut the door slowly as I feel my regret of leaving her sink in. I slowly walk down the hall feeling a burning desire for a drink. I know that Dani is at the frat house, so I might as well go there. 

As soon as I arrive the same annoying hoes that I've fucked hundreds of times comes running to me and putting their hands on my chest. I shake them off and sit down with my head in my hands. A random person hands me a drink, and I take it quickly and without a word. I don't mind as the burning liquid slides down my throat. It feels good. I want it. After a few more drinks, I see Dani in the distance and then feel a presence beside me on the couch. I turn to see a blond haired Steph. I roll my eyes and lay back on the couch. 

"I can't believe you paid that bitch's money. Who would have thought Mr. Biersack would help anyone? Let alone have enough money to pay off over a thousand. As long as I've got my cash it doesn't matter though." She shrugs. I'm a gentleman in some ways.

"Of course I fucking paid her money, Steph. You were drugging her up and ruining her life." I growled. She rolled her eyes and looked at her hot pink, fake nails. "I wasn't even close yet. At least I didn't do what happened to Natalie to her." She laughs evilly. Ice floods through my veins and I feel my temper heat up. 

How fucking dare you.

"Don't talk about Natalie." I spit. I feel the ice in my voice. Apparently other people did too because some people stopped to stare. I downed the rest of my drink, aching for a numbing feeling. Dani walked over, and I saw her watching me closely with her cat eyes. 

"Oh, your old slut? How many more have you had, countless? It's not like she mattered to you anyways."I felt something inside of me burst, like fire. It went from ice to fire.

"Slut?" I roared while standing up. "Look at yourself! She was more decent than you ever were. She was a nice weight too, unlike your thunder thighs. You should probably take care of that, I've been feeling the ground shaking." 

"Andy!" Dani screeches. A few laughs were earned from the crowd as I saw someone pushing through.

It was Derek. Goddamn it!

"What's going on here?" He asks to a pissed off Steph. I arch an eyebrow as she tells a completely over dramatic story.

Derek looks back at me as his nostrils flare. He laughs, "Natalie, Natalie. She was good too. I bet you know that." Steph gasps and hits his shoulder. He pays no mind to it though. "Shut the hell up, Derek. It's not like you know what you're talking about." I say slyly. He crosses his arms. This man is such a titty baby that it's hilarious to make him mad. "I think I do." He says. I shake my head, "No you don't. Ask thunder thighs over there, she would probably believe me." 

With one quick, unexpected movement, his right hand hooks my jaw and I fly backwards into a small lamp. As soon as I regain my balance I throw a punch directly to his nose. It's not like I'm not used to this shit already. It's not a first. He picks up a glass bottle and breaks it over my right arm. Pain jolts through my arms and I hold back a hiss. I throw another punch to his jaw and he falls over forward, I take the opportunity to bring my knee to his forehead. He collapses to the ground.

"Someone call the police!" A person yells. 

"Oh no! That's not necessary! We are getting him out right now." I hear Dani's voice exclaim faintly. I keep my eyes on Derek as my ears ring. Blood drips down my arm, and I notice that I feel a little woozy. Any normal person would think that he's out cold, but if I know anything about him, it's that he's never done unless you're dead or fatally injured. Emotionally and physically.

Sure enough, he grabs my ankles quickly and pulls them from underneath me before I could react. His elbow comes down and smashes on my cheek, dangerously close to my eye. I roll him under me and begin punching everything I can like he was one of those punching bags that bounce back to you for more. I feel multiple people pull me off of him and o fight to go back and make him miserable. He deserves it for what he's done.

"Andy!" Dani screams while they're all pulling me back. Derek sits up to a bloody face and a crooked nose and something hits my gut, but honestly I wouldn't bother to do it again. I decide to stop and give him a tiny bit of mercy, but I reach my foot out and hit him where the sun doesn't shine. I step backwards away from the scene. 

"Alright, I'm satisfied." I say to Mark as he shakes his head. "I see you trying not to smile." I slur to him. The large amount of alcohol that I've consumed is now starting to get to me, or maybe it's the blood loss? 

"We need to get you upstairs." Dani says urgently.

"I'm fine." I say casually. I think I am.

"Andy." She says sternly. "Someone will call the police." Her eyes narrow and her finger presses to my chest. 

"Alright, alright." I say as the both of them lead me upstairs. Murmurs and whispers are heard throughout the hall upstairs as Dani and Mark practically drag me to my room. It's been a while since the frat house had a big fight. Not surprisingly, I was in the last one.

They sit me down on the bed and I hold myself steady to prevent myself from falling down.