Andrew

*You were at your locker while I went to you with my gang* hey idiot! *walks over*

why does your hair look like that?

why does your face look like that

*Reads it* "i hope he doesn't notice that i" ... you cut yourself? *reads it more and sees it says you have cancer*

*tightens his grip, thumb stroking your knuckles* Agony, idiot. Pure agony.