Beastly || Andy Biersack

Thirty Three ♡

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"Why?" I snapped at him.

Jake arched a brow. "Huh?"

"Why do you always have to bother me? Seriously I don't get it." I shot at him, folding my arms across my chest. Everyone was busy dancing however there were a few eyes glued to us followed by what I assumed to be small whispers as well.

"Come on now, don't be that way." Jake said with a grin. He reached out and touched my arm and I quickly jerked back.

"Don't you dare touch me." I growled.

Jake rolled his eyes at me and shook his head at me. He took a sip of his drink and pulled it away, licking his lips slowly as his eyes trailed all over my body. "You're always so bitter."

"Only to you." I cooed sarcastically before shooting him another glare. Jake was such an obsessive asshole and couldn't see past his own ego. He thought everyone loved him.

"Come on. We had so much fun last time Alex threw a party." Jake murmured in my ear, his hand trailing down my thigh. I swatted at his hand as I growled angrily, "I have a boyfriend."

"He can join."

"He doesn't want to!" I yelled, shoving against his chest. Jake stumbled back a bit and his face was now full of rage. His features were sharp and his eyes were burning with anger.

"Bitch you don't get a say." Jake yelled with anger. He came at me and I couldn't react fast enough. Bam! A blow to my cheek— it was a hard, clean hit. He was never one to miss. The crowd filled with gasps and everyone stopped dancing as their eyes were on me.

"Come on, we're going upstairs." Jake snapped as he grabbed my wrist. Instinct took over and as I tried to pull free, I drove my left foot into his junk. Jake dropped to the floor and cried out in pain, clutching at his crotch as he looked up at me. "You fucking bitch."

Jake stood up and raised a fist before swinging again, only this time it was caught. A ghostly pale hand held Jake's fist in the air, and I spun around to see a very angry Andy.

"Why are you— always in— the fucking way you fucking— freak!" Jake growled as he struggled to get his grip out of Andy's hand. Andy held a strong hold on Jake's fist, and showed no intention of letting him go any time soon.

"You hit her." Andy growled.

"She wouldn't listen." Jake sneered.

"You fucking hit her." Andy repeated himself. Jake curled his lip up in disgust and spit at Andy. It didn't even phase him. Andy simple wiped his cheek and looked down at his hand before looking back at Jake.

Then, Jake was gone. He was thrown into the wall, his back smacking hard against it, and I watched as he slid down it slowly. The crowd cheered and hollered as if it were some sort of regular guy fight, but I could tell Andy was on edge and it wasn't all due to Jake.

His eyes started to flicker back and forth between blue and red, and sometimes they'd go black. Quickly I grabbed him and dragged him through the crowd, pushing against people and heading to the stairs. Climbing up the stairs, I heard Andy groaning behind me. I picked up the pace and stumbled a bit before getting into Alex's room.

I flicked on the light and found two girls hooking up on her bed. I let go of Andy and walked to the bed. "Get out please."

"We were here first." The blonde snapped.

"Yeah, find somewhere else to—"

"Get— out— now!" Andy panted roughly, shouting the last word as his eyes flashed a bright red. The two girls went white with fear and screamed before running out the door. Quickly I shut it behind them and locked it as Andy fell to the floor.