Being Noticed

Surprise Number 4

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Only a few minutes passed and both Andrew and I just sat on the floor of the girl's bathroom, hugging each other tightly. He eventually pulls away and I suddenly miss the warmth of him- Stop Courtney! Your falling for him! Thank you brain for being on high alert.

There was first silence until Andrew broke it.

"I don't know how your walking and taking these punches when you've been majorly punched in third grade on your birthday. And you never put more scars on you. I'm astonished and proud of you being brave all these times. I wish I would have talked to you earlier in the years to know all of this and to stand by you."

I smile, a genuine smile, at Andrew.

"Thank you Andrew. For not beating me up even more and staying here with me."

The bell rings and we both look at each other, standing up. I look down at Blake's sweater and ultimately feel guilt building up on me.

"No. No. No. No. No!"

"What happened?" Andrew asks.

"The sweater." I mumble holding it up while Andrew inspects it.

The sweater of Blake Thompson was ripped with holes and filled with blood stains. My blood stains.

"He's going to kill me. My bullies won't kill me, well they probably will caused I ruined Blake Thompson's sweater!"

Andrew grabs both of my shoulders hard and I wince making him hold them lightly. One of his hands leave my shoulder and is on my chin, making me look up at him.

"Courtney, Blake won't kill you. I know he won't. I'm his best friend and I know that the coach will just give another sweater to his favorite player. Don't worry about."

I sigh in relief and hug Andrew one last time.

"Thanks Andrew."

He hugs me back.

"Your welcome Court."

I pull away and look at him puzzled.

"What? Say that again."

"Court. Do you like that nickname?"

I smile.

"Yea. I do, a lot."

He grabs my hand and holds onto it. We both exit the bathroom and see people looking at us. More specifically our hands. When I was about to pull away Andrew's grip tighten and I stop.

"What is he doing with her?"

"Are they together?"

"Why is he even close or near that thing."

"Shut up!" Andrew snaps at a girl that is whispering to her friends but letting us hear her.

She just looked plain scared then continued whispering to her friends, but walking away. Andrew drops me off at my next class and brings his mouth to my ear.

"If you need anything just tell me."

I give him an eyebrow.

"How would you know if I needed anything?"

He smirks.

"I just do."

And with that he walked away swallowed by the crowd of high schoolers.

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Third, fourth, and fifth period went kinda smoothly. Just the usual whispers, name calling, throwing paper and spit balls in class. I walk into the cafeteria and when I do everyone stops talking and faces me. Then the unexpected happens in all of my bullying years.