"THE SILENCE THAT ONLY COMES WHEN TWO PEOPLE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER."
SCHOOL SUCKED. Andie had three out of four classes with either Chey or Noor, and one with both of them. After their pathetic apology, they simply assumed that they were 'besties' again. Chey and Noor decided to sit beside Andie in the class they had together, while Gwen kept Andie sane on the other side of her.
Wearing no makeup, and sweatpants, Andie stumbled into school. "Ugh. I hate it here." she sat down on her seat, talking to Gwen.
Cheyenne grumbled, "Yes! School sucks." she groaned along with Andie. Andie wasn't speaking to Chey, at all actually, but that's fine. Andie didnt have the energy to fight with her right now.
The bell rung loudly across the school, as Andie's phone near buzzed off the table. Ned was spamming the group chat, begging to know where Peter was as they had first period together. 'I'm On my way! Chill.' Peter eventually wrote back.
What the fuck? Peter Parker was late to school? The nerd Peter Parker was coming into school late? Weird.
She quickly texts Peter, 'laps once as u get here??' she wanted to find out why exactly her boyfriend wasn't planning on showing up to school on time. 'Sure!' he wrote back.
Gwen leaned to Andie, "Hey, why isn't Peter here? Isn't he trying to get perfect attendance, or something?" she asked.
Andie shrugged, "I have no idea. Maybe he just slept in." although, that didn't sound too plausible. Nerdy Peter Parker did not sleep in late for twelfth grade.
Cheyenne laughed from beside them, "I feel like having Spider — man as your boyfriend would make school a bit better." she said to Noor with an almost evil laugh.
A scoff left Andie's lips, "Are you fucking kidding me? We just became almost friends again. I have a question. How the fuck do you manage to constantly make me feel inferior, when I truly did not care about your existences for a whole year, and then you waltz into my life and you make me feel like shit again? Fuck you guys!" she chuckled with an angry expression.
"No, I have a question for you, Andie. How the hell have you survived this long when you are so violently self — destructive?" Noor said.
Silence followed after Noor.
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How dare she?
Who the fuck was she to say something so . . . diabolical, rude, outrageous, harsh, downright fucked up to Andie?
Okay.
Andie had to physically remind herself to breathe, to take deep breaths instead of lunging over the table and choking her out. Instead of killing Noor with Andie's bare hands, she imagined it. She wanted to wrap her hands around Noors throat until Noors eyes started bulging out of her head.
Fuck. Her.
This was the very last time Andie would allow Noor or Cheyenne back into her life. She was done, she was fed up.
Cheyenne hit Andie's arm with a scoff, "What the fuck are you doing?" an annoyed shrug moved Chey's body.
Noor shrugged back, "You started it. I was just picking up what you were throwing down." she whispered back, arguing.
Cheyennes face contorted into one of anger, "Oh my god! No, I was just saying that I don't have a boyfriend and she does, and her boyfriend just so happens to be — This isn't the point. Andie, I'm — we're sorry." she apologized for Noor.
A fuming, rageful Andie shakes her head. "No, no. I thought I could do this, y'know be friends again, but no. Nope. I forgot how big of assholes you guys are." she smirked, with pure venom in her eyes. She was pissed. Andie didn't notice when her legs stood up, it wasn't like she could pathetically sit back down, nope. She made a stand, literally. Andie started storming away out of the classroom, angry tears streaming down her face.
Noor wasn't wrong. Andie was violently self — destructive. It was just hard to hear it out loud, really hard. It was a surreal feeling, to have the loudest voice in her head spoken aloud.
ANDIE
wanna ditch
PETER
God, yes.
ANDIE STORMED OUT OF THE ROOM. She didn't care for the teacher, or the fact that she would be calling home, or the way said teacher was screaming at her to get back inside the room. She didn't care. At all, actually.
Peter also just walked straight out, he was in gym class and all of the attention was on him. It felt exploitative, everyone was staring and asking him to do Spider — man tricks.
Wasn't senior year supposed to be fun? Wasn't it supposed to be mostly ditching school and senioritis?
But no, it sucked.
The two lovers met in the main foyer, Peter still wearing his gym clothes, and Andie's pissed expression becoming softer once as her eyes lay on his.
Andie quickly wrapped her arms around Peter in a desperate hug. Yes, it was only first period, but yes, it had been a long day.
She sighed into the crook of his neck, "Wanna go to the spot?" he whispered to her.
She didn't verbally confirm, but she did nod her head and take his hand to get out of the stupid school.
As the two reach the top of the building, Andie let out the loudest sigh. "So, why'd you want to skip school? You're supposed to be my little nerd, nerds don't skip Peter. You're a bad nerd." She laid on the cement floor.
He followed and laid down beside her. "School is just so . . . hard. Not the work, the work is easy, 'cause I'm s — smart. It's just exhausting, I guess. And Mr. Wilson just . . . did something. It's fine, it's nothing, it's annoying." he shrugged it off like what his gym teacher said to him was nothing, when in reality it hurt his feelings a ton.
Her eyebrows furrowed. "Oh my god. I hate him. I genuinely want him dead. He's a fucking conspiracy theorist, it's so annoying! He's a teacher, bro, he's supposed to keep his dumbass opinions to himself. What did he do? Whatever it was, it was just him being a fucking dickwad." she rambled. She did hate Mr. Wilson. He always made Peter seem like the villain when he wasn't.
Peter longly sighed, "He made everyone start, like, chanting for me to climb the wall. And I kinda just wanted everyone to shut up, so I — I did. I heard some kid call me a freak, and Mr. Wilson called me a 'sick bastard' whatever that means." He explained.
Andie's jaw dropped. Anger ran through her veins, she got angry at the smallest little things, especially when Peter was involved. She wanted to protect him, which sometimes got messy, because he wanted to protect her. "Mr. Wilson is a motherfucker! I hate him, I hate him. I'll beat his fat — fucking — ass. That's not fair that he did that to you. Do you know what I think it is? I think he's just pressed because he's old, and you are so much younger than him and you've already done more in your life than he has and ever will. Y'know? He's peaked in life and you have so much ahead of you, he's jealous." she reassured. She wanted him to happy, she wanted him to never, never feel upset again. However, that wouldn't happen. He would be upset in his life, very upset.
He lightly smiled at her. "I don't think he meant for me to hear him, I just . . . enhanced hearing and stuff." he explained with a shrug. "So, back to the thing you said earlier." Andie let out a loud
groan, feeling the incoming teasing coming her way. "You think I have a lot ahead of me?" he smirked.
She was expecting more teasing, but this was true. She could just tell the truth. "Yeah, of course. I mean, you're like a genius. Y'know? You're my little nerd for a reason! Any college would be lucky to have you, be real." she chuckled.
Peter looked to her and saw pure perfection. She was perfect. She was everything. "That's really nice, Andie. Y — You have a — a lot ahead of you, too." he awkwardly added.
A snort escaped Andie's lips, "See! For a moment I think that maybe you aren't so nerdy, but then you go and say something like that!" she giggled, hitting his arm. He looked . . . slightly angry. She was just playing, she didn't know why he was making that face to her. "I'm kidding, Petey. You're my little dorkus, and I really, really love you."
His eyes softened, he cupped her face with his hand and brought her in for a kiss. Whilst their faces were close, he whispered to her, "I love you."
She smirked on his lips. Love. Love. Love. Andie would never get used to the feeling.
He pulled away from her, "So, why'd you wanna skip?" he asked her with her red lipstick on his face.
Andie giggled, seeing the lipstick on his face. He was so adorable. "Fucking Cheyenne and Noor. I hate those fucking cunts. I'm kinda stupid, though, I shouldn't have even been speaking to them again. I knew that they were going to fuck up again, but I'm an idiot and I was starting to let them back in." she scoffed as she remembered the interaction from roughly twenty minutes ago.
He gritted his teeth, he wanted to murder anyone who ever hurt Andie. Especially Cheyenne and Noor, fuck them. They sucked. Not only did they hurt Andie on multiple occasions, they also made a rumour about her and made her even more hurt. "What did they say? I hate them." he growled.
She shook her head, "Yeah, I hate them too. Noor asked me how i've lived so long when i'm violently self — destructive." she put air — quotes around the words 'violently self — destructive.' she shrugged. "It's dumb, I don't know why it matters to me, just pisses me off. I mean, I didn't know I was violently self — destructive. I know that I'm kinda self — destructive, I just didn't know it was violent, and so obvious." Andie rolled her eyes. Chey and Noor truly deserved jail time for the way they treated her.
Peter shook his head. The way that these two losers made Andie — beautiful Andie Rosier — feel so bad about herself was ridiculous. "You aren't violently self — destructive, Andie. You are perfect, in every single way." he reassured.
She chuckled lightly. "Not to sound like i'm fishing for compliments here, but I honestly don't know how you can love — or even like me when i'm kind of a bitch. I push people away, and I don't trust people easily, and I make mean fat jokes all the time. I don't know." she sighed, not daring to make eye contact with Peter out of embarrassment and humiliation.
"I love you, that means that i'm not just here for the pretty parts. I'm here for you no matter what. You could be the worst person in the world, and fuck up repeatedly and I would still be here."
Her eyes softened. Peter Parker might've just been the sweetest boy to ever live. He shrugs again, "I don't care how complicated things get. I promise, no matter what, I'll be here. I'm staying." Peter added, making Andie's eyes prick with tears. He was too kind. Too sweet. Too amazing.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, his hair lightly grazing her arms. She kissed him with passion filling her veins.
The two eventually pull apart, eventually. "I'm hungry." Andie mumbled.
Hearing this, Peter instantly used his webs to pull his backpack close to them. He grabbed some snacks he had grabbed from his house in the morning, "Here." he passed her a chocolate chip bear paw, a small bag of chips and a juice box.
Happily, she ate the snacks. "Seriously, I think you get better and better every two minutes." she said between bites.
She passed him a chip and half a bear paw to share. Because sharing is caring, obviously. "What about every minute? Do I become worse?" he took a bite with a laugh.
"How about we talk about this in bed?"
He choked on his bear paw, "Oh my god. Y — Yes. Yes please. Are you — are you sure?" he coughed.
Andie nods her head, "Yes." she giggled.
💌
HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT ANSJFKDJSSHSKSLSDFLFKD
ME AND "E" MOVED OUR DATE UP TO FUCKING THURSDAY ( TWO MF DAYS FROM MOW!!!!!! )
THIS IS MT FIDST REAL DATE IM SOOO EZXITED.
ans guys i'm not even kidding when i'm telling u that he is SOOO FINE.
ALSO!! i am basicallt finished nwh and i am crying.