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Before Andrew left at 2:20, he had spent the remainder of his afternoon at the library. He helped Susan take inventory on some a section of the bookshelves. They weren't going to finish every single bookshelf before four o'clock but at least it was some progress that they made. "You still up for the meet at the diner?" Andrew asked Susan. It was a meeting that he had proposed to the group, aside from Brian who hadn't been present, during the weekend.

Susan shook her head. "Can't," she said to him. "I have to head home. Maybe next time."

"So you're grounded?" Andrew asked her.

Her grandmother hadn't said anything whether she was grounded or not. Then again, her grandmother rarely laid out those types of punishments, other than not letting her have dessert for a week. "No but I just need to make sure that my grandmother is doing alright. She's been by herself all day today. We spend the weekend doing things together but…" she said as she held her hand in the air and let it fall to the side, "I had to get detention."

Andrew nodded his head. "Next time, but I'll hold you to that," he said and pointed at her before he made his way to the front of the library. "You guys up for the diner this afternoon?" he asked John and Allison, "I know you are," he said as he looked at Allison who nodded her head at him.

John stayed quiet for a minute. If Andrew was referring to that diner where he had to witness Brian's and Susan's idea of a date, he could just forget about it. Not only that, but with Claire potentially being there, would make the atmosphere awkward between all four of them. "Nah," John shook his head and Andrew, "I got some things to catch up on." There was nothing productive that he was going to do after detention, but it beat going to the diner.

"Fine," Andrew said and he pulled away from Allison's table. During their conversation at the cafeteria, Andrew had discovered the Allison didn't live too far away from him. Her home was only ten minutes, by walking distance and it would serve as a great way from him to pay her a visit when he wanted. "I'll come by later," he said to Allison and gave her a gentle kiss before he headed out of the library.

The first time that he had kissed her, Allison had endlessly wished that it wouldn't be their last. The moment that Allison had dared to walk up to him, and the fact that he spoke to her regardless of what others thought, she was glad that her wish had come true. Every kiss that they shared, it was just as good as their first and they were the ones that she would always cherish.

After that kiss, Andrew left the library with a smile upon his lips. He didn't know what it was, but Allison had that charm that kept him enamored. The moment that he walked outside the school doors, he was welcomed by the delightful afternoon air. He leaned against the railing of the stairs and waited for his father's vehicle to come and pick him up. It was going to be an interesting conversation in the car, especially if Andrew decided to tell him that he didn't participate in the meet. Just thinking about it, he could already tell that this father would berate for being so weak.

Strained ankle he father would say, I would walk to school with a broken leg. I'm not raising any losers in thie family!

It was the same thing every single time. Andrew found it surprising how he hadn't lost his mind…well, almost lost his mind. He looked up when he heard the familiar sound of wheels coming by the driveway of the school. Time to face the music Andrew thought as he made his way towards the car. He suddenly stopped when he saw that it wasn't his father, but his mother in the driver's seat.

Andrew felt as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Ever since he had served his Saturday detention last week, him and his mother didn't have a long conversation like they used to. Small talk was more like it…and the kind that made Andrew feel like he wasn't worthy enough even for his own mother. "Hey mom," Andrew greeted her as he got inside the passenger seat.

"Andrew," his mother said.

Andrew slowly looked up when she said his name. It wasn't as if she was disregarding his greeting. There was concern in her voice. "Yeah?" he asked her. No matter what conversation they were going to have, Andrew was glad that after these past couple of days, she was beginning to regard him once more as her son.

Marlene's grip tightened on the steering wheel. She couldn't bring herself to ask the question. To see her son with that scratch under his eye, she just couldn't ignore it. She turned her eyes and looked over at Andrew before she bought her hand towards his face and grazed her thumb gently over his bruise. "Did he do this to you?" she asked him.

There was no way that Andrew had been able to ignore his mother's gaze this morning. She had questioned Andrew about his bruise, until his father jumped in and said it was the result of a tree branch. Andrew wondered how long his mother had known about it but chose not to state it with his father present. Regardless of how angry Andrew was with his father, he didn't want to blame him for losing his nerves like that…even though it wasn't the first time. "It's complicated mom," Andrew said to her. "I wasn't living up to his potential."

So he did do it Marlene thought as she stepped on the gas and drove away from the school. "What happened?" she asked him.

Before Andrew knew it, he began telling her about how he had been feeling the past couple of days. Other than Saturday detention and the new friends that he stayed with, Andrew emphasized how much pain he had bought upon Larry, enough to make him quit the team. How no one else on the team were concerned about it and his father swept Andrew's worry as if it was nothing. "To think that he would understand," Andrew spoke up as he looked up and noticed that they were parked on the driveway of their house. He shut his mouth and shook his head. "No one understands."

Marlene was silent on their way home. She let Andrew spoke. After the past couple of days, she had not bothered to hear her son's side of the story. She thought that her son did it, just for the fun of it. High school may have been different during her time, but the pressure and the teasing were always there in one form or another. Hearing how much pressure her son felt and the pain that he was going through after what he did to Larry, Marlene felt sympathy for him. She would never excuse such an action, but she didn't want to see her son going through that pain.

"And the worst thing out of this, mom," Andrew continued, "is that Larry quit the team…because of me. And the other thing is that I can't do anything about it. I can't even face him at school after the humiliation he faced."

After all of that, her job as a mother was to take care of her son. However, Marlene didn't know what to do. The fact that her husband lashed out at their son, the way that Andrew has been hurting for so long, and the guilt that he carried. To her, this was all too much that Andrew carried upon his shoudlers. Yet, lessons had to be learned one way or another. "I will talk to your father about this," she said to him, "but please, never do something like that again. This is not the son that I raised."

Andrew remained glued to his seat as his mother got out of the car. He leaned his head against his seat and let out a sigh. That Andrew was not the person who he was…and he hated that part of him.