Saved: A New Beginning//Sequel to Saved

Sometimes My Mind Plays Tricks on Me

*Five days later*

I haven't been to school since the incident, but Jake and Joey decided to go since they weren't scared whatsoever. I don't know how. If it were a real shooting, wouldn't they have been terrified?

"Chelsea! Andy's here!" Adie yells from downstairs. I pull on my converse and open my door to the hallway, only to find Billie racing down the stairs to talk to Andy. When I reach the door, I can hear their conversation. "What's your favorite album?" Billie asks. "I dunno. I like 'Plastic Surgery Disasters' a lot," Andy answers nervously, worried he gave the wrong answer to him. "You're alright, Andy," Billie approves of him. I give him a very brief and slight glare as I walk by Adie and him. I smile at Andy and say goodbye to both of them. Before I leave with Andy, Adie grabs a zip-up black jacket from the jacket rack next to the door and hands it to me. She hugs me and Billie quickly kisses the top of my head before Andy and I leave. 

"You're lucky you don't have to go to school," Andy laughs as we walk down the street. "Is it really that bad? I thought it could be quite interesting," I shrug. "You have no idea.... So you've, like, never been to school before? Like ever?" he asks, clasping his hands behind his back. "Um, no. Not exactly," I reply nonchalantly. "Oh, were you homeschooled?" he questions. "Yeah," I answer bluntly. "Cool...must've been nice not to deal with people, huh?" he says with a large smile. I nod slightly and we reach the park. The weather has been crazy and it's a bit overcast today with a slight drizzle, but nothing unbearable. It is cold to the point where I have to wear the jacket that Adie gave me before I left, however.

"Whoah! You've been to a Black Label Society concert?! That's so rad!" he exclaims, jumping faintly. I'm taken aback, and he can tell. He points at the logo on the jacket and I realize that she gave me the wrong one. "Oh...no I haven't seen them...I think she gave me her's or Billie's jacket by accident," I explain. "That's pretty cool that your parents listen to cool music—" he begins. "They aren't my parents," I pause, realizing how confusing that must've sounded, "Biologically anyways...it's a bit hard to explain." He's silent, and immediately I become nervous and anxious. The buzzing silence alone could easily kill me at this moment. A loud clash of thunder separates the both of us from our thoughts and we look at the sky, seeing a hint of lightning.

"Hmm...it's probably going to start down pouring soon. Where should we go?" he asks calmly, which calms the nerves I was feeling a second ago. "I don't really know...I kinda just moved here," I lie, knowing that if I tell him about my previous housing situation, I'd scare him off for good. "Uh, well, my house is about two blocks away, or we could go to your house. We could just play video games or something. Or if you'd rather go to the mall or something, we could also go there," he suggests. Before I could answer, it begins to hail, and Andy grabs my hand and we begin to run to—I don't even know where. We go up a street and stop once we reach a large, cobblestone embedded house with a long driveway leading up to it. An older, but very well kept, car is parked in the driveway. We reach the large, wooden front door, and Andy pulls out keys from his back pocket to open the door. The warm air hits me and Andy, and we both enjoy it as we walk inside.

"Andy? You're already back?" we hear, I'm assuming, his mom call out. Andy takes off his shoes and sets them down by the door and I follow in suit. "Yeah, mom...we're gonna hang out upstairs," Andy shouts back to her. "Okay," we hear faintly. "C'mon, Chels," he says as we both go upstairs. As we go up, I look at the pictures on the wall of Andy and his family. It looks like he has a brother and two sisters. I stop dead in my tracks when I see my mother in one of the photos. "Oh...do you like that one?" Andy asks, noticing that I'm staring at it intently. I blink my eyes and realize that it wasn't my mother at all. It was a delusion. "S-sorry," I stammer, rubbing my eyes. "Don't be," he says simply with a smile. We continue to walk upstairs and we reach his bedroom.

Once the door opens, it looks as if a whole load of bands threw up in his room. There were posters of the Dead Kennedys, Misfits, Queens of the Stone Age, Ghost B.C., Black Label Society, Pantera, and other rock, metal, and punk bands. There's also a large leaf(marijuana leaf, but since she was sheltered, she knows nothing about it) tapestry pinned on his ceiling. He notices me looking at the ceiling and asks, "You smoke?" I look at him and shake my head. "Have you ever tried it?" he asks politely. "No, not really," I reply. "Do you want to?" he looks at me with a slight smirk, "You don't have to if you don't want to, but if you need to try a new high, weed is definitely the way to go." I think for a moment.

I remember Jake making a joke about dad smoking, so he must've done it at some point, right? And if he does it, I'm assuming it's alright. I mean, he turned out just fine.

I shrug my shoulders and end up saying, "Sure."

What could go wrong?

A/N: heyyy beautiful people! How are all of u? I hope this chapter didn't take too long! So, yes, this chapter is a bit more "rebellious" than ever lol. Anyways, I hope u r all doing well! Please comment and vote if u enjoyed! Ilyasm!! XOXO
-Victoria