𝔗𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡| Andy Biersack x Reader (AU)

𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙

Y/N
The whole hour which I was forced to be in art, I couldn't stop shaking, my knee bounced up and down anxiously and I chewed on my finger nails, not paying attention.
"Earth to y/n." My friend Remington called, making me jump slightly out of my seat.
"What's wrong?" He questions softly, noticing my bloodshot eyes and tear streaked face.
"I have a detention tonight." I mutter, my eyes avoiding his gaze.
"So?" He says almost defensively until it's like he figures it out "oh."
I just nod silently and try and get back to the piece of work in front of me. Remington's the only one who knows about what really happens in mine and Zack's relationship. He's seen several times through the act we put on and yet I still refuse to listen to his advice on leaving Zack. It's the only thing we ever argue over in our friendship and as I always remind him, I'd have to leave if I ever broke up with with him just because of what a sick bastard he is and the further he'd go once we're no longer supposed to have feelings for each other.
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ANDY
A few minutes after the bell goes, y/n comes trudging in, her eyes refusing to give me eye contact. She doesn't say anything, just walks over to the desk where she usually sits and covers her head in her hands. I wait a few minutes before approaching her, her phone in my hand ready to pass it back. I situate myself so I'm knelt on the floor at eye level when she looks up. "Y/n/n," she looks up at me and I'm immediately concerned with her puffy eyes and blotchy skin, "Hey if you're that in love with your phone you could of just spoken to me before you rushed off," I chuckle softly. All I get is an eye roll before her is placed on the desk. If  I can't get her to talk one way I'll try another.
"Who's Zack?" Her head shoots up.
"No one." She retorts annoyance and worry battling in her voice.
"Y/n of something's happening you need to tell me. It's my responsibility as a teacher to know that when I let you out of here you're going to be safe."
Instead of a reply, I just get a disgruntled noise. "Well if you're not going to tell me, I hope you enjoy music because you're staying here till I'm done marking at half four."
This gets no reaction out of her so I just put my playlist on shuffle and let it play quietly through the classroom speakers before beginning to mark the endless amounts of books on my desk.
I look up when I hear her softly humming to heart-shaped box by nirvana. She's staring at the wall in front of her, her face emotionless and her tear stained face slowly starting to dry.
"Y/n, you can go."
She just nods in reply before grabbing her phone from where I left it on the desk and walking out the room. I hate that I've let her go with out giving me answers but there was quite clearly no point in pushing her today. I was heart broken to see how upset I'd made her and didn't want to make it worse. Tomorrow I'll have to bring up my concerns with her again and hope she understands where I'm coming from. God, I really hope she doesn't think I'm a dick. I pack all my things away with the constant nag of how horrible I was to her today playing on repeat. Maybe I was to harsh on her? Or it could completely be based of those texts? I shut my classroom door and walk out to the car park where I get in my car and start the slow journey home. All that I can think about is that I hope she's ok and that I can get to the bottom of this tomorrow.