Piercing Andre's Heart [boyxboy]

Piercing's Andre's Heart {21}

A.N.- THIS IS NOT THE END. Just sayin' ;DD

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                “Andre!” Pierce cried again and jumped out of bed. He hurriedly pulled his clothes on and I began to wheeze for air. I felt tears in my eyes. “Andre,” Jay whispered as he pulled his clothes on as well. “I didn’t…I mean…we…he…Fuck! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Andre!” he cried desperately.

                “How long?” I whispered. They stayed silent. “How long?” I screamed. Pierce looked away in shame. “The first day we all hung out together. After you left, when we went back to my house…and…” Jay’s voice trailed off as shame exploded in his eyes. “How many times?” I demanded, my voice shaking. Jay glanced at Pierce and bit his lip. “4,” he whispered, barely audible. “How many others Pierce? Huh? How many other people?” I screamed. He winced. “6.” Jay bit his lip. “Including Shailer.” I staggered a little and gripped the doorframe for support. My boyfriend had slept with Shailer, and my best friend, and 4 other people.

                “You lied to me,” I whispered. “YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME!” Pierce gave me a pleading look. “Andre, wait!” But I spun around and raced out of his room, fighting to keep the tears from pouring down my face.

                Rich was just coming out of the basement. “Andre?! What the hell happened?” he asked in panic. “I heard yelling!” But I ignored Rich, and made my way out of their house. I just wanted to be away from Pierce. My chest hurt so fucking bad. It felt like my heart was going to explode. I felt like I was going to be sick. And, I probably was.

                Someone grabbed me and I instantly knew it was Pierce. I tried to fight him off but he held onto me tightly. “Andre, please! I’m sorry! I never meant to hurt you!” he cried desperately. “Please!”

                I spun around and punched him in the face as hard as I possibly fucking could. He staggered off me and brought his hand up to his cheek, biting his lip in pain. I was breathing heavily. Oh that felt good. That felt really good.

                Anger boiled up in me, and the things Pierce had said exploded in my head. Dirty tricks. Fight back. If they hurt you, hurt them more.

                To say he had just shattered my heart was an understatement. And yet, I was still so in love with him. And that’s what pissed me off. I had given him everything, and he had gone and slept around my behind my back and then lied to my face about it. He didn’t want anyone to fuck with me? Fine. I wouldn’t let him be an exception.

                                                                                ***Pierce’s POV***

                Holy fuck that had hurt. Then again, I had deserved it. I can’t even believe Andre had just caught me cheating. I knew for a fact that I could never go to his house again, because he would surely tell his parents. I looked into his eyes, and saw a mixture of desperation, agony, and fury in them.

                The innocent little Andre was gone. That wasn’t the boy standing before me, with his fist clenched in anger and tears in his eyes. This was a different Andre. An Andre that had just been destroyed.

                “Andre…I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “How could you do this to me Pierce? I loved you!” he screamed and yanked the chain off his neck. He whipped it on the ground and brought his foot down on it, breaking it.

                “I hate you,” he whimpered, wrapping his arms around himself. The agony in his once gentle eyes killed me. Eyes that had been gentle earlier today. Eyes that didn’t hold such intense pain.

                “I didn’t mean to hurt you Andre. I really didn’t,” I whispered sincerely. No, I had never meant to do this Andre. Never. He was the first person I had ever truly loved. “I’ll never forgive you,” he said quietly, a tear starting down his face. “Never.”

                And then his face twisted into a furious one. No. No, this was my fault. I had murdered the good little Andre. Guilt flooded through me. Fuck. I can’t believe I just did this to him. I could never find the words to explain how much guilt was in me, or much I hated myself right now.

                “Aleixandre…I’m done with you. I never want to see you again,” I said emotionlessly. I had to end this. I couldn’t stand here and try to get him back, when I knew I would just destroy him even more. “We’re through. For good.” It hurt me to say that, and I knew it hurt him to hear that. But I had to do it. I couldn’t watch him lose himself even more. Not after what I had just done to him. Oh god. Poor Andre.

                I turned and began to slowly walk back towards my house. I didn’t want to walk away from him. I wanted to go to him. To hug him, and kiss him, and apologize, and promise it would never happen again and just forget the whole god damned thing had ever happened. But the agony shinning in his eyes told me that wasn’t an option.

                “I hate you Pierce Harts!” he spat angrily. “I hate you so much! And I’ll get you back for this! I’m going to make you hurt worse than you made me hurt! I’m going to wreck your fucking life! You don’t want anyone to fuck with me? Fine by me. You’re no damn exception. I’ll make you regret this Pierce! I’ll make you fucking regret this!”

                The venom in his voice was so great that I nearly winced. He meant every word he had just said. “We’ll never see each other again, Aleixandre. I’m sorry I hurt you,” I said flatly, and walked away from his now silently sobbing form quickly.