Strong Dislike (Andy Biersack)

Chapter 7

Okay so hi. I don't normally put authors notes way up here at the top of the chapter but I just wanted to explain something real fast. Andy's P.O.V is going to be his point of view of most of the things that happened in the last chapter, that were in Ariel's p.o.v. I hope that makes sense oops. (Oh and the Ronnie Andy talks about is in fact Ronnie Radke)

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-Andy's P.O.V-

She was running from me. 

I had kissed her and she ran away. 

I don't mean small jog/brisk walking. I mean full on sprinting run.

I professed my undying love for her and she still hates me.

I screamed that I loved her from the top of a bridge, not a very big bridge, but a bridge nonetheless.  

I sigh and put my head in my hands when she turns a corner and disappears behind a bus.

This girl was never going to change her mind about me, was she?

Fine, if she was going to be like that, then so was I. 

I'll just start being a prick again, convince her that I changed my mind about her, then I'll get over her. 

Right?

Maybe I'll even give Juliet a call. 

I immediately push that thought away and smile slightly at the memory of Ariel meeting Juliet for the first time. 

No way, I'm ever going back to that train wreck in a party dress. 

I sigh again, and start walking back towards the bus.

I guess I'll go back to the party and get intensly smashed, maybe it'll make this whole night go away.

When I finally get back to the All Time Low bus, I can see Ariel and Austin sitting against a tree. He has his arm over her shoulder and she's leaning into him.

For my sake, I hope they don't start dating.

She see's me but doesn't react in anyway, instead staring at me until I climb onto the bus where the music is too loud and they're are too many people.

Jack Barakat is making out with some girl, Jaime is running around with a giant taco and I'm not even sure I want to know where that came from, and everyone else I can hardly recognize due to all the unfamiliar faces surrounding me.  

Ronnie rushes up to me and hands me a glass that has some kind of auburn liquid in it. 

"What's this?" I yell to him as he gets jostled around a little bit by all the people in here. There's got to be at least a 150 people crammed into this small tour bus. 

"It's whiskey." He shouts to me and I take a sniff of the drink, identifying that it is whiskey. 

"You're giving me a pint of whiskey?" I hold up the glass that is about the height of a beer bottle and filled almost to the top with whiskey. 

He shrugs and stumbles away as if it's perfectly normal to hand someone a pint of whiskey and whiskey alone and have them drink it. 

I shrug as well and take a big drink of it, wincing slightly as it floods down my throat. I shake my head back and forth quickly and place the glass on the first table I see. 

I've changed my mind, I don't want to party and get drunk. 

I want to go back to my bunk and sleep.