Three weeks into training and Andromeda Haddock hadn't made the whisper of a friend.
It wasn't as if making friends was her specialty, the truth being the exact opposite being the truth. As previously stated, her only friend when she was a child was her brother. Talk about sheltered life.
But, as often with Andy, she looked towards the brighter side. Her witch of roommate no longer attempted to kill her every time they crossed paths. Training had gotten much easier, muscle gaining on her small build and lungs getting used to the brutal abuse that was running. Running always seems like a good idea until you actually start running, she had learned.
For someone who spent their entire childhood outside, you would think she would be less of the weakling she as today. Well, for a long time, she was, and then she got sick and Samuel died and everything just went to hell from there. Not like she was blaming Sam, no sir! More of herself than anything.
Andy was also fairly certain that she was the youngest person here, regardless of the fact that she looked far older than fifteen. The legal age to join Starfleet was sixteen, and she couldn't wait another year in Boone to live out her dream. Not with parents like hers.
This, of course, did not stop both men and women from her squadron and others who had been here longer from approaching her with sweet talk in an attempt to get her in their bed. Andy had turned them all down with no hesitation, going so far as to be blatantly rude about it. The first four times she could deal with, but everything afterwards became annoying.
Another thing for which she had noticed was the lack of hesitance whenever someone spoke to her, the shy nature slowly working its way out as she was forced to spend time around people. Sarcastic answers and snappish responses had become a slight norm for her, scaring the young girl slightly. It wasn't as if she liked being sarcastic, it was just the slight pleasure she received from shutting someone down.
Someone leaned against the bar next to her, and she could practically feel the arrogant asshole pulse out of him, making her scowl into her cup of tea. "You know," he purred, voice unfamiliar. "With a body like that, its terrible that you're so short."
Fire practically burst from within her, sparking something in her. You could make fun of her hair, her eyes, her hips, anything. You just couldn't make fun of Andy's height.
Gripping her teacup, she straightened her back and looked the man dead in the eyes, not batting an eyelash as she threw the contents in his face. "Piss off." She snapped, slamming the ceramic mug back down as she walked away.
Unsure of what had just happened to her, Andy passed by an almost empty table, consisting of one man cackling with laughter from observing the scene before him. Receiving a harsh glance from Andy as she passed by, the man coughed uncomfortably, making her smile to herself.
She hated men like that.