The quiet snores and sounds passing the teens mouths signals their slumber. Taking one more look around, Jamie pulls her hands from beneath her jacket. Her left isn't in that bad of shape, only her wraps a darker red than before. Her right hand is completely fucked.
Her palm has large crescent-shaped wounds right in the middle while the wraps are drenched. Moving her jacket, she also notices a small pool of blood. "You dumb fuck," she grumbles, wiping as much as she can with her jacket. After a few more seconds she gives up, just deciding to let her jacket soak up the blood before getting up from her seat. She unwraps the bandages around her hands, letting the wounds bleed freely.
She tosses the soaked wraps in the trashcan beside the entrance. She stays beside the front desk, unwrapping the bandages from her left hand. "Just had to be a retard and get angry. Fucking fuckface," she growls in annoyance, trying to wrap the bandages on her hand. She redoes them over and over again, each time they're either too tight or too loose.
"You're wrapping it wrong." Jamie nearly breaks her neck looking up so fast. She sees Andrew standing in front of his table, arms crossed over his chest. Jamie scoffs, turning her eyes away from him. After a moment though, she bites her tongue and swallows her pride.
"How do you wrap 'em?" Her voice is a mixture of a grumble and a whisper. A small smile creeps onto Andrew's face for no reason in particular. He walks over to her, taking the bandage from her.
"I'll do it." Jamie jumps, not liking it when people touched her. Especially someone who was a walking heater compared to her freezing ass. She always felt like a walking ice cube. "I'm surprised you listened to me." Jamie is pulled from her thoughts, raising a brow at Andrew. "You stopped talking back to Vernon."
"Yippee." Jamie's sarcasm is shut down in an instant, Andrew tightening the bandages around her knuckles. "Motherfuck," she hisses.
"I can't do anything about your palms, Jamie."
"No one calls me Jamie." Andrew gives a confused look. "I'm just the other Bender."
"I don't-why?" he wonders. Jamie rolls her eyes.
"You know how leftovers aren't as good as when you had it that first night?" Andrew nods slowly, still looking confused.
"Where's this going?" he wonders, getting shushed in response.
"So..." she trails off, "think of John as the food you had on the first night, and I'm the leftovers." She grins sarcastically. "My dad told me that."
"Your dad's an asshole," Andrew states, an airy laugh passing his lips. A quiet chuckle passes Jamie's lips, shaking her head. "Can I call you Jamie, Jamie?"
"Sure, Andrew." The silence that lays between them isn't awkward nor comfortable. It's something in between, but they're cool with it before Vernon's shoes are heard. Both sprint back to their seats, pretending they're asleep as the door opens with a bang.
"Wake up!" Vern yells out, seeing the six teenagers asleep. "Who has to use the lavatory?" Everyone answers, raising their hands swiftly.
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the latter | andrew clark ✅
Fanfiction"You know how leftovers aren't as good as when you had it that first night?" Andrew nods slowly, a look of confusion on his face. "Where's this going?" he wonders, getting shushed in response. "So..." she trails off, "think of John as the food you...
