Numbers || Andy Biersack

chapter twelve

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Britt laughed, struggling to keep up with my quick pace as we left our last class.

"Andy's," I smiled. "Juliet left for the airport a few hours ago, so we have his apartment all to ourselves. It's been so long since we've had sex in an actual bed."

"Ew, you're such a nympho! What happened to my innocent little Kourt?"

"She met Andy and found out what awesome sex is," I laughed.

Britt pretended to gag. "You still aren't feeling awkward about the whole girlfriend thing? I mean, that's kind of concerning."

"He's breaking up with her," I replied confidently. "He just doesn't want to hurt her, you know?"

Britt rolled her eyes as we reached my locker. I ignored her doubt and focused on grabbing the textbooks I'd need for my homework.

"Well, I have to meet Link," she said. "We're going to his house to do homework, which you know means I'll try to seduce him and he'll stop me at third base and give me a lecture on Jesus."

"That's what happens when you date boys from your church," I teased.

"Yeah, tell me more about how dating an old guy you met at a concert is working out for you," she replied, sticking her tongue out at me.

"Bye," I called, slamming my locker door shut.

"See ya!"

I darted down the hallway and towards the parking lot. I could not wait to see Andy. I needed him so much. Juliet had been so clingy with him lately. She was going to be gone for a few days, so she'd been forcing Andy to stay by her side all day and night. It was kind of pathetic, especially since he was so not interested in her anymore. In a way, I felt bad for Juliet. In a really small way. Most of the time, I just felt disdain.

The speed limit was incredibly frustrating as I drove. There should have been a law that stated that speed limits were void if you were totally dying to make out with your super hot older rockstar boyfriend. I would definitely have to send a letter to the governor about that.

After what might have been years but was actually thirty minutes, I was racing off the elevator and towards Andy's apartment. My fist had barely hit the door when it swung open and Andy's lips attacked mine.

He led me inside, then kicked the door shut behind us. I pulled away for a quick breath and caught the look of raw passion and need in his azure eyes. He smirked at me, placing his hands under my thighs and lifting me into his grip.

"I missed you," I whispered, my voice breathy as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I missed you too," Andy replied, then connected our lips once more.

Andy held me firmly in his arms as he attempted to walk back to the bedroom. There was a lot of stumbling, yet he never broke our embrace. Our lips moved in perfect harmony. The sensations sent shivers down my spine. Andy's fingers were cold as they traced down my back and squeezed at my waist. I let my own hands wrap around Andy's neck and run through his dark hair.

My back hit what felt like a wall. One of Andy's hand slipped away from my hip and felt blindly against the surface. When I heard the sound of a turning doorknob, I realized it was the door to his room. He gripped me tightly as the door swung open and he walked forward. I opened my eyes, looking around the room and taking it all in.

I hadn't been here since before I'd known about Juliet. I could now pick up on her overwhelming influence in the room. From the draped gypsy furnishings to the warm colors of the room, it was all her. Envy spiked within me, though I tried to wash it away with the feeling of Andy's fingertips on my skin. His roaming hands burnt their way across my body.