50 Shades Of Claire Bear (Andrew's POV)

Chapter 1

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Okay, this is probably something you didn't expect, but it's a good surprise, right? ;P

I think you guys will enjoy this story from Andrew's side because it's definitely a lot different than Claire's thoughts, if you can't already tell.

Just a reminder that you must have read 50 Shades Of Garfield, otherwise you will be completely and utterly confused the whole time.

Anyway, enjoy this spinoff! I already like writing this in his POV! :)

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Chapter 1

I have never struggled this much just to shove something inside my sorry-excuse-for-a-locker. I back up, look around me and kick my gym bag hard enough to make it fit. It makes a loud sound and I cuss a couple times, but it's totally worth a couple stares.

"Andrew!" calls Collin as he approaches me.

I have to try extremely hard not to roll my eyes. Yes, I hang out with Collin and yes, I hate his fucking guts, but I, unlike the entire women species, hang out with him anyway. I mean, I could just dump his sorry ass and never talk to the douche again, but no. I'm a nice enough guy to hang out with him, regardless of the amount of rumors about me he's gotten people to believe.

"Susanna's looking for you," he says, smirking like an ass. Maybe because he is an ass....

I groan and kick my locker shut angrily. "What does that girl want? We broke up ages ago."

"She's probably looking for a hookup." He nudges my arm. "You haven't had any of that in a while, bro."

Okay, he is seriously creeping me out. Look at him, thinking he knows every single detail about my sex life. I never said I haven't slept with anyone in a while. He's just assuming.

Even though he's right.

"Well, she's not getting anything from me," I say, keeping my eyes out for her stringy blonde hair.

"Andrew, you are in soooo much trouble!" she shrieks, only it comes from behind me.

God fucking damn it!

I turn around and decide to flash her a guilty smirk to intimidate her. "What do you want, Susanna?"

"What do I want? What do I want!" Her squinty eyes make me want to laugh really hard, but I'm not in the mood to get slapped. "I'll tell you what I want - "

"Andrew's dick, everyone knows that!" interrupts Collin.

"Shut up, ass wipe," she orders him.

Okay, I can't help it anymore. I release the laugh I've been holding in since she started running her big ass mouth. Ass wipe. I know Collin's never been called that before because his eyes grow big and he actually shuts up.

"Stop laughing. You promised you'd call me last night, and you didn't."

What the actual fuck? Why would I, her ex and proud of it, promise to call her again? She's so delusional. "I never said I'd call you. I think you're just coming up with an excuse to yell at me."

"I am not!" She looks from me to Collin and then back at me. "You know what? Don't even be expecting a calll from me tonight."

"Okay, I won't," I assure her. At least, I won't be getting a call from anyone I want to talk to.

Stupid bimbo. She only likes me with my clothes off.

Before I can think anymore about the only person I want to talk to, the warning bell rings. I can't be late again. I cannot get another detention with Whitley. Remembering it makes me shudder.