Goodbye Agony (Andley)

Chapter two- Andley

Ashley's POV

I sat at my usual lunch table, I wasn't paying much attention. I couldn't stop thinking about Andy, and what I had done to him. I saw him wince when I grabbed him wrist, I know it was because of selfharm.
"Ashley." I hear someone say.
"Huh?" I reply, looking at Jake.
"I just asked if you wanted to come to a party tonight. Jake explained.
"Oh uh sure." I nodded.
"Awesome." He smiled.

~time lapse party time~

Jake pulled up to a house that seemed to be spilling with music.
"Who's party is this anyways?" I asked as he parked the car.
"I don't actually know, some kid invited me." Jake shrugged. We got out of his car and walked to the house. People were everywhere, not to mention the music was blasting so loud I could've sworn my eardrums fell out. I sat on the the couch and looked around while Jake went to get us something to drink. Cheerleaders and jocks were dancing all over the place, I even saw a few 'nerds' and goths. Jake came back and handed me a drink.
"What is this?" I questioned, looking in the cup.
"Tequila." He answered, taking a sip of his cup. I cringed at how strong the trunk was. I almost threw it up. Jake seemed to have no problem with it, so I shrugged it off and started drinking a bit more.

By midnight I knew I was super twisted. I could hardly walk. I was sitting on the couch and I noticed someone had happen to sit next to me. I thought it was Jake. I drunkenly burped and looked to the side of me and say Andy sitting there. I had no idea he was here.
"Hey." I smirked at him. The music had died down a while back so at least he could hear me. He looked sort of scared.
"I..uhh.." Andy slurred, he was just as drunk as I was.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, Biersack." I said, hiccuping.
"Sure you aren't." He muttered and tried standing up. I grabbed his are and stood up.
"I'm not, trust me." I said seriously. To be honest I didn't hate Andy. He just nodded. Then I did something I never thought I'd do. I kissed him. And he kissed me back. We sat back down on the couch, Andy on my lap and ended up making out. Before I knew it, we ended up in a bedroom upstairs. I pushed him down on the bed and kissed all over his neck. I could hear the music blasting from downstairs again and I could smell the liquor coming off of Andy's breath. I quickly pulled off my shirt and he just stared at me chest biting at his lip ring. I took his shirt off as he began to unbuckle his belt and slide off his jeans. He threw his jeans on the floor, as I threw his shirt somewhere behind me. Then I did the same. Andy put his hands at the waist band of my boxer-briefs and slid them down. After my boxer-briefs were removed, I practically tore Andy's boxer-briefs off. I reached for my jeans on the floor to get a condom out of my pocket, but Andy leaned up and kissed me, accidentally knocking it out of my hand. I shrugged it off, I know I don't have any type of STDs and I'm 100% sure Andy's a virgin. So, what's the worse that can happen? We'll be fine..

Boy was I wrong!..

A/N
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