Beastly || Andy Biersack

Twenty ♡

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I sat at my desk tapping my pen at the edge of it while I looked down at my paper. I gnawed on my lip nervously, trying to determine an answer for the problem.

It's B. A cold voice slid in my head.

I shot Andy a glare. Don't read my mind.

I'm not. I'm just watching you struggle.

Even as he spoke through my mind I could still hear the laugh behind his voice. I elbowed him hard and he let out a soft hey! but quickly shut up as the teacher silenced us once again.

I circled the answer and grabbed my paper off the desk. Heading to the front, I handed my test in and went back to my seat silently. Andy pulled out my seat for me. I slid into my seat and rested my head on my arms as I let out a long yawn. Andy and I stayed up watching movies last night, and we didn't fall asleep until nearly three in the morning.

I felt a cold hand rest itself on my arm. I turned my head and looked into his dazzling blue eyes, giving a gentle smile. Andy got up from his seat and turned in his test seconds before the bell let out its loud, shrieking ring. I slung my bag over my shoulders and made my way to the door where he held it open, waiting patiently for me.

I stepped out into the hall and interlocked our fingers. We headed down the hall to my locker, weaving in and out of the crowd that piled up in the fairly small hallway.

"Have you figured out what college you want to go to?" Andy asked me over the roar of the crowd. I nodded my head, pushing through to my locker finally.

"I haven't fully picked but I've visited a few. All of them have great art programs." I said, twisting the knob of my locker. The locker door swung open and I unloaded my bag into it, setting all of my books down. "What about you? Have you looked into anything?"

Andy snorted a laugh. "I don't plan on going to college, Snow." I gave him a sideways glance and he simply shrugged his shoulder. "I don't feel like attending high school either but someone changed my mind."

Andy flicked my small nose with a grin and I scrunched it, turning back to my locker. Andy pinched at my sides and I squealed as I slapped his hand away. "Don't pinch my fat."

"I couldn't grab anything that's how skinny you are you fucking dork." Andy teased me.

"Trust me, there's plenty." I joked.

My back was thrown against the cold, hard locker door. I was caged in by Andy who leaned in close, breathing heavily down my neck. His eyes were now a burning red, and with his mouth partly opened, he growled out, "What did I say about talking bad about yourself?"

"S-Sorry." I stammered nervously.

Andy's eyes faded back to their natural blue and a smirk tugged at his lips. My lips were in a fine line and he snickered as he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. Andy kissed the top of my head. "That's my girl."

"I hate you." I muttered.

"No you don't." He cooed.

"Your girl? So— are we official?" I asked.

Andy chuckled in my ear. "If you want to be official, then yes."  He nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck. I couldn't help but laugh and cover my cheeks as they started to gain a red tint. Andy's cool hand pinched my cheek and tugged at it a bit. "Is that a blush I see?"

"No." I lied.

"I think it's cute." Andy smiled.