"Are you going to tell me why you left me at detention?" Another loud groan leaves Jamie, getting tired of John's bickering when they were still a block away from school. "Hello? Earth to dumbass." She continues to ignore him still, walking down the somewhat crowded hallways until she makes it to her locker.
"I left because I wanted to," she scoffs. Despite her calm composure, her hands shake the slightest bit, making it seemingly impossible to undo the lock on her locker. She gets it on her second try, though, yanking the locker open. Before she's able to even spot her notebook the metal door is slammed shut, Jamie jumping as a reaction. She turns her head to the culprit, finding his overbearing shadow becoming a bigger nuisance than usual. "Okay, you wanna be an asshole? Fine, I'm used to it. But I'd rather you get off my ass when you have your own shit you need to fess up." John raises a brow, questioning her words before she moves towards him. She yanks his scarf down, showing a purple and brown bruise on his collarbone. "You have a hickey and you're wearing a diamond earring I know you're too broke to buy. Don't you dare call me out on secrets." She doesn't bother watching how he reacts, placing her full attention onto undoing her lock once more. It lingers for a moment, hearing a scoff pass John's lips before his footsteps become distant, becoming one with the other students walking the halls.
Swallowing roughly, Jamie clears her throat. She stops the shaking in her hands long enough to undo the lock for a third and hopefully final time, opening her locker. Spotting her textbook she places that and a few notebooks into her bookbag. She takes her time, knowing she has a few minutes before class commences. Doing so, her mind begins to drift into nonsense, wondering questions that should be rhetorical with how dumb they sound.
If I kill myself could I be arrested for murder?
What happens when we die? Would I go just see darkness?
If I beat the shit out of John, would that count as animal abuse?
"How long are you going to ignore me?"
The voice makes Jamie jump, her elbow hitting the edge of her locker door because of it. Looking over, her eyes meet a pair of baby blue eyes. She looks the person up and down quickly, bringing her thoughts together to remind her Andrew Clarke is the one who scared the shit out of her.
"Can you not sneak up on people?" she scoffs. Dropping her bag, it hits the floor with a loud thud but it isn't heard because of the already loud hallway. A quiet groan leaves Jamie, the girl cradling her elbow like it's broken.
"I was standing here for a minute, Jamie," he shrugs. She can only glare at him, getting a smirk in response. She watches it falter for a moment, his eyes lingering on something passing by before meeting her's once more. They meet for a moment before Andrew looks away once more, his mood seemingly shifting while doing so, and Jamie can feel it. "You think we can talk underneath the bleachers during lunch?"
"Ooh," Jamie drags out, the sarcasm noticeable in her tone. "You don't like talking in public?" She creates a large pout, prompting Andrew to think about how she looks like a child. Sadly, this is a child he doesn't have time to argue with.
"Is that a yes?" he whispers, words nearly coming out like a hiss from how tightly he keeps his jaw shut. It makes Jamie raise a brow, another scoff following.
"We'll see."
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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...
