A Place in My Heart

Chapter Seven

Hope you all got my message. I'm back from Tenerife; I got home at 2am last night… so yeah. It's 22 degrees here, which I'm not happy about. I'm watching the Vampire Diaries. Anyway, here's the chapter you've been waiting for.

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Andre felt so many emotions when he woke up the next morning, but none of them were good in any way. He'd spent the night in a cell, a urine smelling cell, only being released in the early hours of the morning. The rest of the night, he had savoured a wonderful beating from his mother, who was usually the softer one, had seen all of the horrible messages and posts about the incident and how he was a psychopath all over The Slap, and now woke up panting in his bedroom.

In the first few moments, he forgot everything that had happened. He forgot all of his stupid actions and mistakes that he regretted so badly. He forgot that next week he was going to court to try and prove to the judge that he was not attempting to kill Derrick, and the fact that he might just have to be sent to a juvenile detention centre. He almost forgot everything.

But that would have been too easy.

Then, when he saw the dresser he had dragged in front of the door to stop either his mother or father coming in and hurting him in the night, reality crashed down on him.

He didn't know why he had reacted the way he did when he saw Belle and Derrick. He thought he was over that bitch, and her cheating on him was what he expected, and what he deserved. He knew he loved Tori and she had said the same. But now? Now he was a monster, an almost murderer, a hopeless boy with a criminal record who had no chance of living his dream anymore. He felt like giving up, but he couldn't.

He was going to skip school again, it would be easy. His dreadful parents had more than likely left for work, where they constantly were, already, so there was nothing stopping him. He decided against it though. For once he decided that he was going to try and do the right thing and face everyone, because Belle seemed to have told everyone just so she could get attention.

He was going to apologise. Not to Belle, he couldn't do that yet, but to Tori, whose heart was probably even more broken. She would hate him like everyone else, he knew that already, but that wasn't the point anymore. The point was that he had to make the most of his last days, had to try his best to erase the mess he had made so he at least had a chance of getting into heaven when he did it, when he ended his life. He couldn't hide the fact that he was scared, scared what everyone would say, do or even think, but he decided to face it. It was the one thing he could be proud of.

He jumped out of his bedroom window after slinging on his clothes, and ran to school. He couldn't risk using his car, he would have to go to the garage, and he could bump into his dad or even his mum. His mother used to be the softer one, but after last night's events that seemed to have washed away.

He arrived at HWA as the bell for first period rang, so he didn't have chance to worry about the glares or the whispering, 'why isn't he locked up? What if he hurts me?!' or 'poor Belle/Derrick' he just hurried to class.

It was stupid being late to maths, his first lesson of the day. The teacher hadn't arrived, so he could hear the loud chatter of the class from the hallway. When he walked in, it all silenced. It was as if he were the teacher, if teachers received death glares, people looking generally petrified, and one of the more 'outrageous' students shouting from the back 'careful he doesn't try and murder you guys'. The rest of the class laughed dryly at this statement, obviously the news had spread quickly.

Andre took a shaky breath in, and walked briskly to his seat trying not to look at the many people who were staring at him. He liked maths. He understood it, he could do it, but when Tori, who sat a few rows in front of him, turned around and gave him a sad/disappointed look, his heart sank, shattered and he felt like crying. He was so so so so stupid. He had messed up his life, everyone hated him, including the love of his life, and the best he could do was try and move on and 'forget'.

That one look from Tori changed everything though, he needed her.

He was dreading his next class, drama with Sikowitz. He loved acting, he loved Sikowitz, but he hated the fact that Belle also attended the class, and the fact that Tori would be there and would be so disappointed in him. He knew what he had to do though. He had to apologise to Belle, for his benefit.

"Let's play the alphabet game" Sikowitz announced in the class. Andre sat at the back, trying his best to stay unnoticed, which was kind of hard considering the fact that every two minutes someone else would turn around and stare at him and then whisper something to their neighbour.

Even Cat, probably his best friend after Tori, is main supporter, refused to look at him. When he caught her looking at him sadly, she turned away quickly looking scared and as if she was going to cry. Was he at the point now where people actually feared him? It didn't feel good. He tried not to let it get to him though; he didn't need any more reasons to commit suicide later that evening.

Even Sikowitz had been acting cold towards Andre. He glared at him and refused to answer Andre's questions. But even that was better than how Tori was acting. She looked at him with disgust. It hurt more than any beating from his mother.

"…Here are the rules" Sikowitz continued "We will go around in a circle. You all have to stand up, say your chosen word beginning with your assigned letter, with facial expression". He made a weird, happy face at this point, which looked like he was doing an impression of someone who had just had Botox. "the right kind of tone of voice, and an action. Now go, Belle first" He said quickly, clapping his hand and picking his coconut off the cabinet.

Belle stood up. It sent shivers down Andre's spine. She seemed to have completely recovered from the 'traumatic' events of last night, as she now smirked as if she owned the place, this made Andre angry. He held it in, because any act of violence towards this girl he hated so much would definitely get him in prison. If he wasn't guaranteed a spot aready.

Belle cleared her throat. "Letter A, what could that be…" She trailed off, pacing forward in Andre's direction and staring in his eyes like the rest of the class. "Oh I know" She said fake enthusiastically, shuffling towards Andre's chair. He straightened up in his, feeling the stares of the class on him. Belle was getting closer, she was doing this deliberately because she knew Andre would get angry and might do something that would make him look like the bad guy.

"Andre begins with A!" She said in that sickly sweet voice she used to mock people. She stood up, and as her chosen action to go with the word, she did a karate style punch, with a little kick at the end. She was implying that Andre was violent, a murder, and the rest of the class laughed a long cautiously.

It made him angry. She was deliberately doing this to annoy him, he knew it! Gone were the times when Belle would act all lovey dovey, tell Andre she loved him, kissed him, held his hand. It made Andre wonder if it had all been an act in the first place. What she was doing angered him so much, but him showing this would mean she would win. She couldn't win, couldn't get that satisfaction.

He could play it childish, stand up when it was the letter B for Belle and do a stupid action. But he didn't, he played it cool. He stood up calmly.

"I have proof that Belle payed Derrick to rape Tori" He said, emotionless. Belle let out a sharp gasp, and her cheeks went bright red. Unexpected? She was too thick to try and cover anything up.

"How did you…" She started "He's lying… it….it isn't…it isn't true!" She said frantically, trying to assure the rest of the class, who were staring at her their mouths hanging open. Nothing could cover up for it though. Belle was left wondering how Andre had figured it out.

Then there was Tori, who didn't even know herself that Belle had payed Derrick. She was oblivious. She started shaking with shock, and went pale. But there was another mix of emotions in there, anger. She couldn't believe what Andre had announced, the one thing she was trying to keep quiet.

Andre cursed under his breath. He had selfishly added Tori into this stupid mess, if it wasn't messy enough for her already! Basically, Andre had just ruined her life. He made a mental note to apologise for this in his suicide note.

Next, people would be asking if Tori was pregnant, and she herself didn't know if that was true. But as well as anger, she felt disappointed. Disappointed in Andre, her best friend, her lover, who had betrayed her as if it was second nature to him. He had changed, into more than a criminal.

She closed her eyes, and suddenly she couldn't see or hear anything, it was like she was in a bubble, a bubble which made her head thump painfully. The world came back into focus, but her head still throbbed. There was no denying it, no trying to hide it, Derrick had raped her, even if it was only because 'Belle paid him to'. Maybe her leaving was convenient.

"You were raped, omg" Tori heard signalling the world was back into focus. She gulped, she couldn't handle this. Why Andre, why? She screamed inside her head.

"Tori, are you ok? You look as if you're going to faint" It was Beck. Beck was fake too, Tori thought he was there for her, through everything, forever. That was before he found interest in Jade again. Since then, he had barely said anything to her. It had to be now, didn't it? on top of everything.

"I'm fine" She snapped at him. Lies. All of it, lies. She stood up, nearly tripping over the chairs in front of her. She had to get out, away from all the shocked mumbling of her peers around her.

She managed to hold in her tears until she was out of the room, but that's when they started to violently fall. She was both physically and emotionally scarred, and she couldn't wait to start a fresh. That was what this opportunity would bring her, despite all of its downsides.

She ran to the janitors closet, slamming the door behind her as she crumpled to the floor. She tried not to let her thoughts wonder, if she did, then all of her stupid emotions and regret would flood the ocean.

She sat there for a few minutes, trying to contain her anger towards Belle and Derrick, but most of all, Andre. She wanted so hard not to love him, but she did.

As if he had been summoned, the boy entered, with a genuine look of conern plastered over his too beautiful face. Tori didn't look at him, she would come crawling back to him if she did.

"Tori" He sighed, his voice wobbling. "How can I begin to say that I'm sorry?" He asked, sitting down next to her. She ignored him, but this is what Andre expected. "I'm so stupid, I've ruined my life, and I've just ruined yours. I hate myself, im so sorry!" Andre sighed, Tori could see a tear slipping down his face out of the cornor of her eye. He waited for a response, but heard nothing but the whisper of the wind. They were inside.

"Pp-please. Don't block me out, just for one more day. I love you, don't forget that" Andre said, leaning towards Tori and wiping the tear off her pretty face. She flinched at his touch.

"Don't do it" She mumbled a few seconds later. It was Andre's turn to stay silent. "Don't commit suicide, I need you" She whispered, tears falling down her face still. Andre sighed.

"Stay with me"

"I cant" Tori cried, Andre was confused. "You'll find someone else, someone lovely"

"You don't love me? You're breaking up with me?" Andre gasped.

"I love you more than anything Andre" Tori looked into his eyes. "But, I've been offered a job to support the irish band The Script on tour" Tori gulped In air, her voice was shaking. "I think I'm going to take it"

Cliffy, wahoo oh yeah. Just for the future, I'm planning on writing another victorious story. What pairing should I use? BeckxCat, AndrexCat, BeckxTori... or what about the usual Bade or Tandre? Need input. PLEASE REVIEW.