Monday had arrived soon enough.
School was as stuffy as ever, with all the different cliques running amuck. This morning, however, Allison felt more self-conscious than she ever was; even if nobody was glancing her way. But she had tried a different approach that morning and wore more presentable clothes; she even brushed her hair back and got rid of the black shit under her eyes.
But her nerves were the thing she should be working on, she couldn't be more nervous.
Shermer high school felt especially intimidating that day, but perhaps it was just because she knew she would meet certain four people who will either make it or break it in their relationship. Allison was worried about a special someone in particular.
Andrew Clark.
She touched her lips, where she still felt the tingling feeling from when he is kiss lingered, so soft and delicate; the exact opposite from what she thought it would be, but then again Andy amazed her deeply.
"Hey, Allison" Brian interrupted excitedly, waving his hand as he approached her.
She was relieved, one was keeping his promise
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"And how was the party at Stubby's?"
Andrew spun around so quickly he almost felt something in his neck cracking, to find Claire standing with the biggest smirk on her face.
"I don't know, really" he shrugged "I didn't go"
"I noticed"
"You went?" Andy frowned.
"I didn't enjoy it as much as my date with John" she whispered, biting her lower lip.
Her voice was so low that it was hard to catch, but all Andy needed to hear was date and John.
"You went on a date with Bender?" he half-whispered, half-yelled; astonished.
"Shhhh, secret date, it was romantic, like Romeo and Juliet"
"Bender is hardly a Romeo…."
She ignored him "Well, it's over now, don't you dare tell anyone"
"I won't" he said honestly, but a playful smirk was dancing on his face.
A few bystanders were staring in jealousy, after all, Andrew was the most sought out- and handsome guy in school and Claire was the prettiest and most popular.
"Andy…" she started, leaning against the lockers slightly with a dreamy look on her face "am I making a big mistake?"
"Well you are asking the wrong guy" he mumbled.
"Oh, right, Allison" she was snapped out of her daze "What about you two?"
"Beats me" he shrugged, then a light-bulb lit in his head "So a secret date, huh?"
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Waiting for Allison to say something was proving harder that waiting for ice to freeze in July. Nevertheless, Andy hadn't enjoyed himself that much in a long while.
He walked hand to hand with the basket-case in a fairly dim street, hearts hammering and cheeks flushed, his face barely containing a smile, when suddenly…
Andrew was sent tumbling to the jagged pavement, scraping his face and leaving him with less than desirable marks as his mind registered a sharp pain in the back of his head and Allison's scream of shock. Andrew managed to raise his head just a bit, feeling the metallic taste of blood against his busted up lip, five masked men had circled him.
He tried to get up and reach Allison, who had a man's arm wrapped around her, but a knee to the stomach sent him tumbling to the ground. Andrew recovered quickly, getting to his feet and throwing his weight on the man in front of him, taking him down. But five against one wasn't fair. Because a man from behind him had taken out a knife and slashed at his shoulder, paralyzing his movement and sending him to his knees, gritting his teeth. By that point Allison was kicking and screaming.
"Not so tough now are ya, Clark?" the man screamed in his face.
Allison squealed, as the man Kicked Andy in the stomach once more, taunting him. She struggled hard against her restraints but to no avail. Tears ran freely across her face as the athlete moaned, feeling hot surging pain course though his body.
As he tried rising, another man threw a kick to his already busted up shoulder, sending him sprawling to the ground in agony. "Get up, you coward, get up" their leader screamed.
"Prick" Andrew barely whispered.
Before he knew it a crowbar had smacked him directly on his right knee, forcing Andrew to let out a blood curdling scream into the night.
