Just a sad song

●CHAPTER SIXTEEN●

Scotty's P.O.V.

     One minute, I was passed out, then Kristen brought me donuts, then I gave her one and wiped some donut off her chin, and then we were kissing? When she first leaned in my first thought was that Big Andy, my childhood bully, was going to slap me. And when she started to kiss me I was surprised, I didn't kiss back at first, we hadn't kissed in what two, three weeks? But then I did kiss her back. I was surprising myself, I didn't expect to do it. But I wanted to. The kiss was soft and sweet, probably since we both had just eaten donuts.
     She pulled away, her soft, brown eyes looking into my hard, green ones. She blushed, and moved her hair in front of her eyes. I mocked her, pulling my short, grey - blue hair down on top of my eyes. She laughed, her soft angelic laugh that made you want to laugh too. I love you.

     I was feeling tired, and Doctor Kristen Mcatee ok'd me to go to bed, and have a nap. As soon as I closed my eyes I fell asleep, into a horrible nightmare,

     I was at my old school, Fahknamê Middle School. I was in the giant, empty, locker hall, where over six hundred students had lockers.
"Hello?" I called out, and suddenly the hall was bustling. Students ran past me, pushing and shoving. More students kept running past and eventually knocked me onto the ground. I fell onto my arm, and it hurt like hell. I yelled out in agony and every single person dissapeared, except one. She was very tall, and very muscley. She wore a dark blue hoodie, and gym shorts. Her short, brown hair was in a messy bun.
"B-big A-andy" I stammered. She walked over to me and picked me up by my shirt. I hadn't noticed before, but I was back to my skinny, teenage, self.
"Hello, Potty Sire" Big Andy said, chuckling at the nickname. She raised her hand and I flinched, noticeably.
"What? Think I'm going to hit a little b*tch like you?" She taunted. I slowly shook my head.
"Well you're wrong" She said, slapping me across the face, hard. She laughed, slapping me again.
"Little Wrestler Potty, look where he is now" she dropped me onto the cold floor, kicking my ribcage. "Little" kick. "Mister" kick. "Potty" kick. "Liar" kick, the hardest yet.
"Kristen..." I mumbled.
"What did you say?!" She screamed, about to kick my head. Her foot came down...

     I woke up in a cold sweat, screaming and crying. Big Andy.

Hey bbs!
I wrote this on Saturday lit squad fam
I was talking to my grandma about the Logan Paul
scandal today, so that's nice:/
Hope you enjoyed!
Btw if you didn't get it "Fahknamê Middle School"
is not a real place, 'Fahknamê' is FakeName:)
Bye!