Andrew digs his nails into the palms of his hands until he thinks he's going to bleed, then he tightens his grip even further.

"You listening to me, Kim?" He's snapped back into reality by the other boy's voice. Fucking. Chad. He wants to run away and just get the fuck out of here, but he can't. The larger male has him pinned against the lockers, arm on each side of him. If he got free he could probably outrun him, but that was a big if...

"Hey! Still talking to you!" Chad practically yells in his face. Andrew knows he's shaking, but he tries to act undisturbed by the whole situation.

"I told you were through. I'm not dumping Clyde. ESPECIALLY for you."

Chad bangs his fist against a locker again and Andrew flinches. The football player laughs and then grabs the shorter males face. "I'm not gonna hurt you, baby. I love you. You know that." He lets go and Andrew scowls at him. "But Petrov..."

Andrew's harsh expression falls to one of worry. "No- don't... Don't do that. Not again."

Chad smiles softly. "I won't. If you just dump him and come back to me. I'm who you're SUPPOSED to be with. There's nothing that junkie can offer you that I can't. I let you experiment and have your fun with him, but I'm tired of this. I miss you."

Andrew shakes his head harshly. Chad's smile disappears.

"Seriously?"

"I love-" Chad's fist hits the locker next to Andrew's face.

"Don't fucking say that! Don't you fucking dare! He's TRASH, Andrew. Why the fuck are you letting him taint you?"

"He is not! He's better to me than you ever were!"  Andrew shouts back, and suddenly his whole face feels like it got hit by a truck.

Fuck.

Andrew grabs his bleeding lip and glares at Chad. The boy is shaking the hand he just used to punch him. It seems to take a moment for his actions to catch up to his brain because after a pause he looks almost... Remorseful.

"Fuck, baby, I didn't mean to do that... Let me see it."

Andrew spits at the ground near Chad's shoes. "Fuck you."

"Don't be that way... Andrew, baby, c'mon. You just... Why are you being so difficult?"

"Because I am not your baby! Because we aren't dating! Because I'm done with you! Because I'm with Clyde now! Why won't you just leave me alone?!" Andrew holds back a sob. He will NOT show weakness to this shithead. He glares again and pretends that the tears forming in the corners of his eyes are from anger, not pain or fear.

Chad let's out a huff similar to an angry bull. He pauses for a moment, then shrugs. "Fine. I won't bother you anymore."

Andrew's shoulders relax at those words.

"But Clyde is gonna be the one to pay for your bullshit." Andrew tenses up again. "And he has sisters, doesn't he? Shame, little girls are so fragile..."

"What the fuck are you saying?" Andrew whispers, mortified.

Chad turns away as if he's about to walk off, and Andrew grabs him and pulls. "What the fuck are you saying?!" He repeats, almost screaming.

"I'm just saying..." Chad pulls his arm free of Andrew's grip and turns back around to look at him. The size difference is only a few inches, but Andrew feels so small in comparison now. "SOMEONE has to pay for ruining my life, right? And Petrov's life just isn't worth as much as mine. We wouldn't be even."

"Just hurt me! Don't fucking touch the girls! They didn't do anything wrong!"

"Why would I hurt you, Andrew? I love you."

"You hit me!" Andrew sobs.

"You know I didn't mean to. I could never do to you what I'm going to do to them-"

"Stop!" Andrew is hyperventilating now. He feels a pair of arms wrap around him and it's comforting for a split second before he remembers who he's with. He pushes back, freeing himself from Chad's arms and falling to his knees on the floor. He can't get his breathing under control and fuck, he's going to puke isn't he?

"Fine." Chad steps away.

"No! Don't!" Andrew is screaming but he can't calm himself down enough to control his volume. "Stop! I'll do it! Don't hurt them, please! Don't hurt Clyde or his sisters! I'll do it! I'll break up with him! Please! Just leave them alone!" Andrew yells and starts gagging. One, two, three times and then he's puking on the ground. It's burning his split lip and he feels like he's going to suffocate.

"Good choice." Chad says and runs fingers through Andrew's hair. "After you leave that disgusting druggie you can come back and talk to me. We can get things back to normal again."

Andrew can barely hear the other boy talking to him. He's still hyperventilating, focusing all his energy on not passing out in a puddle of his own puke. He doesn't even register Chad bending down to kiss his head, or when he walks away.

All he can do is sit in the hallway and cry.