Andrew sat there and watched Ryan try not to cry. Instinctively he had drawn his knee up to his chest, picked at the hole in his jeans. Why do I feel like such an asshole? he asked himself. Ryan had been laughing about him getting trouble, that was what Cody had said, wasn't it? Not Ryan specifically. Maybe that's where he'd fucked up.
"Ryan? Come on in." Andrew glanced surreptitiously at the owner of the deep male voice. Kinda scary looking. Tall, dark, shaved head, a large burn on his neck. Andrew immediately dropped his gaze and avoided looking at Ryan. He certainly didn't need to guilt himself over how close to tears the big guy was. It wasn't his fault.
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Waiting RoomTeen Fiction
Everyone at school knows Andrew Jackson Jennings. Lost an arm in a car accident. Openly gay. Future school shooter. Everyone at school knows Ryan Sullivan. Football captain. Nice guy. Future valedictorian. When Andrew ends up in therapy after writin...