Damaged: a Andreil Story

Aftermath

A loud smack sounds through the 'apartment'. A loud, stinging slap. Andrew's cheek was now burning, burning with the slap placed on his cheek, making him fall a bit backwards. He stared surprised at the auburn haired boy infront of him, seeing the hurt in his eyes as he saw tears threatening to spill over the edge.

Andrew swallowed a hard knot in his throat and tried to open his mouth to ask something, but was answered by another slap. Then crying, hard punching towards his chest. Screaming.
Léo had run away into his room, and Wymack was staring at Andrew with a disappointed expression. Neil screamed out his anger onto Andrew.
"You're fucking disgusting ! You kissed him! You knew we were dating but you still fucking kissed that monstrosity of a human being" Neil screamed until his throat was hoarse, he hit Andrew's chest over and over again in anger.
Wymack dragged Neil away after a few rounds with screaming and hitting. Wymack shook his head. "I hope you're proud of yourself, Andrew. I heard about the rumors. I didn't want to believe them, I though u finally found someone." The coach sighed and walked to the bedroom Andrew and Neil once shared and closed the door. Andrew glared after them, cursing under his breath, smashing his hand into the wall, creating a dent in it, hearing his knuckles crack, he cursed under his breath and retreated his hand, tears falling down from his cheeks.
"What have I done?"
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Hours went to days. Andrew didn't speak, he stayed away from everyone, except Léo. Léo was hungover from days on end with drugs and alcohol. Neil haven't left the bedroom. Wymack came around more often, both him and Betsy visited Neil more often. Léo and Andrew didn't meet their glares as they walked around the 'apartment'.
"You two, get your asses up, you are going to practice" said Wymack snapping his fingers infront of both the boys on the couch. Andrew snorted, and crossed his arms. Léo laughed slightly. "Fine, we'll come" the striker said as he stood up, grabbing a quite angry goalkeeper as both of them walked with Wymack to the court. The rest of the foxes were there, even Neil was on the court. "Okay listen up foxes" the coach clapped and grabbed the attention of everyone. Andrew glanced at Neil. He was awkwardly standing beside Kevin with crossed arms and a small stare at the coach as he spoke.
"As you all know, Neil was in an accident, which requires him to take it easy for a few months. So we're back where we was before hiring Flores"

The foxes grunted low, agreeing. "So we are going to have a hard intense training for Neil when he's healthy enough. Neil, you sit out for now, right?" said Wymack as he looked over at Neil, who nodded.
"So, we are one player less, how the fuck do we do this?" asked Léo with a raised eyebrow. Wymack smirked. "Oh mister Flores, you're going to train with Kevin"
The coach pointed at the dark haired boy beside Neil, who looked like he wanted to eat out your eyes if you stare long enough.
"We've met. I picked out his equipment" said Kevin as he looked at Léo with a judging look. Neil moving a bit, slightly anxious.
"Okay Foxes! Let's do this!"
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Practice was hard. None of the foxes were in the same shape, not even Kevin, the exyholic himself. Neil sat on the bench talking with Wymack the entire training.
As the foxes went to the wardrobe to get their stinky asses in the shower, Neil snuck in before them and grabbed his stuff in a hurry. The foxes came in as he hurriedly packed his stuff. "Josten!"
Neil froze and turned around, meeting Léo's glare. Andrew was already in the shower. "The fuck is your problem" hissed the dark haired striker to the auburn haired boy. "My problem? You dare to ask me that after practically stealing my boyfriend?" Neil hissed back with so mich venom in his voice, the few other foxes who were in there changing coughed awkwardly. Léo poked Neil's chest hard. "He. Said. You. Weren't. Together" poking Neil at every word, harder and harder. Neil made a face of pain as he was poked, the dark haired striker hitting every bruise he had left from the accident. Neil smacked the strikers hand away. "We weren't official" said Neil with a hirt expression as he left the wardrobe. Léo crossed his hands as the short boy left the wardrobe.

Neil was sitting by the window frame in his room in Fox tower, having a lit cigarette in his hand, not taking a drag of it, watching it burn down to the filter. He sighed and flicked the cigarette away before stealing one of Andrew's cigarettes and lit it as he took a big drag. Feeling the toxins filling his lungs as he tried to keep calm of the storm in his head. He was trying to remember if Andrew had done anything like that earlier. Breathing out the smoke out the window, he hummed lowly, closing his eyes.
The door opened shortly after, making the short boy by the window open an eye, seeing his now ex boyfriend walking in. "Oh great, are you here to yell at me as well?" said Neil as he took another drag.

Andrew stood there, watching Neil. The boy he had shared his heart with, his past. The auburn haired boy looked exhausted. The bags under his dark blue eyes were quite visible. The new skin on his face was a matter pink than the rest of his face, his lips were chapped and bleeding a bit. He wore a big t-shirt that slid off his left shoulder, showing even more scars from the accident. He wore big shorts, and were barefoot. Andrew looked at Neil's thighs. The usual pale skin was all a matter pink, showing how rough the accident trule left him. His feet were still not healed completely, seeing as he still wore some sort of cast around both of them. Andrew looked back up to Neil's face as he took another drag.
"Well? Why are you just staring at me?" said Neil, now annoyed, meeting Andrew's hazel eyes with his cold blue ones. Andrew bit his cheek. "Neil.. I'm sorry" said Andrew with a low voice, looking genuinely sad. Neil snorted and blew out the smoke from his broken lungs. "If you genuinely mean what you said you wouldn't have done it in the first place" said Neil and took the last drag, burning the cigarette down to the filter before flicking the cigarette out the window. "Neil I'm trying here, I really am, but-" Neil interrupted Andrew by jumping down from the window and smacking it closed. "But what? I ran infront of a fucking truck! I was so disappointed and disgusted! I have no idea what I have missed the months I was out cold!" screamed Neil and walked angrily towards Andrew, his blue eyes piercing into Andrew's hazel ones, icey and cold. Andrew backed away as Neil angrily walked towards him. The boys ended up in the doorway, Andrew standing in the hallway. Neil stopped out of nowhere. "It was so cold..." he whispered as he turned around, hugging himself. Andrew stared at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to say. Neil walked into the bedroom and slammed the door shut in Andrew's face. Andrew stood there, stunned and kind of scared.
"Oh fuck, what have I done" said Andrew in a panicked daze as he grabbed his hair.
"Andrew c'mon let's go and get dinner" yelled Léo from the living room.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." mumbled Andrew as he panicked, staring at the bedroom door.
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