OK, so I am so SO sorry about the fact that this is te first time i've been on here for about a year... ANYWAY! this is a Chance and Andy fanfiction... i many change the title eventaually, i'm not sure...
A Game Of Chance
Chapter 1
Andy 16
Chance 16
"BIERSACK!"
I wish I could say Danny wasn't shouting at me but he is. He always is.
"Where do you think you're going Biersack?" Danny grabbed my collar and pushed me into the lockers to my left.
Danny Worsnop, a year above me, he's a big kid… and strong as well… this won't end well…
"Nowhere"
"Wrong… You're coming with me!"
He dragged me down the corridor, other students were parting to make way for him, towards the bathrooms.
He kicked the door open and, looking back as it closed, I could see everyone either watching the door close or going back to whatever they were doing. Why me?
"You're going to pay Biersack"
"Why?" Me and my big mouth…
"Why? Because you're a faggot" He punched me in the stomach "that's why!" He slammed me against the wall "You know by now not to breathe a word of this to anyone"
I nodded.
"Good" He said, letting go of me. "See you tomorrow" He turned and headed for the door.
Now slumped against the wall I decided to do something stupid, why not eh? It gets worse anyway "Fuck you…"
He stopped "What did you say Biersack?"
"I said, Fuck you."
He turned back to me "you'd like that, wouldn't you faggot?"
"No…" He punched me again, stopping me from finishing, and then hit my head against the wall.
I blacked out.
I came round to see a guy kneeling in front of me, looking worried. He has ginger brown hair and blue eyes.
"Oh thank god!" he breathed a sigh of relief "You were bleeding pretty bad…"
"What?" My hand shot to the back of my head, my hair was matted with blood "Oh shit"
"Yeah… I think I managed to stop the worst of it…"
"Thanks I guess…"
I sat myself up a bit and grabbed my bag from across the floor.
"I'm Chance by the way"
"Andy"
We shook hands momentarily before the bell for… a class, I don't know how long I was out, rang and Chance stood to leave.
"Will you be ok?"
"Yeah, I've had worse…"
He smiled and left, leaving me to fix myself up. As I tried to stand I realised how hard Danny punched me…
I grabbed hold of the sink to pull myself up and as I did I glanced in the mirror before steadying myself. My left eye was already turning a horrible shade of blue; I don't even remember that punch. I lifted my shirt slightly to check the damage to my stomach; there were two red marks, where Danny had hit me, but no bruising… yet.
All the time thoughts of chance never left my head; why did he help me? Why haven't I seen him before? What's so special about me that he felt the need to even consider helping me?
this is only the intro, thank yous for reading :3
