Monstrous (Sequel to Beastly)

Twenty One ♡

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My leg trembled as I sat in my seat, fiddling with my thumbs. I had not seen Andy when I walked in nor did I see him walk in late, but my nerves were still off the rail. I could not bare to see him right now. Truthfully, I don't think my heart could take it.

You good? Damien's voice slid in my head, sending a chill down my spine. I glanced at him and nodded my head, offering a slight shrug. Damien gave a weak smile and placed his hand on my thigh for a brief moment before going back to doodling in his notebook.

"Pay attention." I hissed.

He smirked. "I am I promise."

I rolled my eyes at him and scribbled notes down in my notebook. I let out a long yawn and cracked my back as I stood up. I swatted Damien's knees out of the way as I went down the aisle and headed down to the door. Walking into the hallway, I rounded the corner and headed to the bathrooms. My phone buzzed in my back pocket.

Hey, you good? Damien texted.

Bathroom. I shot back.

You want me to come with you?

No! I'm fine. I laughed. I stopped walking for a second, hovering my finger over my phone. Hesitantly, I opened up the messages from Andy and let out a sigh as I scrolled to the top of them. They were practically all the same— him apologizing, him saying he missed me, him saying it's not what I think.

Leaving him was the hardest thing I've ever done. He was my everything— he made me feel complete. I had stayed through some of the worst times, and even him feeding from me never drove me away. But cheating was on a completely different level, and that hurt the most out of everything. I swallowed hard and went to put my phone back in my pocket when a cold hand grabbed me.

I turned around, however I really didn't have to. I already knew who it was. I was met with the same blue eyes I had fallen head over heels for, however now they were much duller. They were not full of life like usual, and truly held so much pain.

"Snow," Andy murmured.

"What do you want?" I snapped at him, yanking my hand away. I saw him physically wince as soon as the words left my mouth. Andy bit his lip nervously and swallowed hard, glancing down at the ground for a brief moment.

"Snow please— I'm so sorry—"

"Don't start with me." I cut him off.

"Snow I promise you I had no control."

"Then why was she in my room!" I cried angrily. My anger was now rising and I felt tears start to form in my eyes. But I wouldn't dare cry in front of him— not now, not ever again. Andy ran his fingers through his hair as he spoke. "She came by asking if we could talk! That's it! I swear!"

"Oh a lot of talking you did, huh!"

"No Snow, I swear that was it! One minute we were talking, and the next it was like— I was under someone else's control. I swear Snow!" He said, his voice cracking a bit. Andy reached for my hands. I pulled back, but he was too fast and too strong. He held my hands tightly in his and I turned my head away, refusing to look at him.

"Snow please look at me."

"I don't want to, Andy." I muttered.

"Please, Snow." I let out a sigh and looked at him with a cold stare. Tears had now fallen, trickling down my cheeks. Andy brought my hands up to his lips and delicately kissed them over and over again. "Snow we only talked—"