Today was a Monday, and after a weekend of thinking, I really am going to avoid Mr. Purdy.
"Andy," Jinxx started as he leaned against the back of my black Eldorado, "We've got to get booked, man."
I sighed, "I know dude. I can play bass, but not good enough for shows." Jinxx frowned, and CC and Jake walked up. Jake had his guitar case over his left shoulder and an amp in both of his hands. I guessed C had his drums in his car.
"Will you help C get his shit out of the car?" Jake asked. Jinxx and I nodded as we followed the drummer to his trunk. I grabbed the cymbal carriers and they got the rest.
"Andy, get my guitar will you?" Jinxx questioned, well more like demanded, tossing me his keys. I voyaged away from the guys to his car. I set the case down and unlocked his back door and bent down to get his guitar.
"Hey babe," I heard Sammi say.
"It's Andy." I said, laughing.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I could tell she was blushing. "It's fine."
I caught up with the guys in front of Purdy's room. We got a few odd stares from the couple of people in the hallway.
"Hey boys, what are you all doing?" Purdy asked as he unlocked the classroom door to let us in.
"Setting Jake, CC, and myself up." Jinxx muttered, sitting down C's equpment and grabbing his guitar from my grasp.
The guys set there shit up and left, leaving me there.
"Andy do you play anything?" Mr. Purdy asked.
"Not really, I sing though."
"Really?" No, I just told you that for no reason.
"Yeah, Jinxx, Jake, CC, and I have a band. We don't have a bassist yet though. I'm not good enough for shows."
"Cool, I play. Though, who's Jinxx?"
"Jeremy Ferguson, he loathes that name."
"Hey, you guys playing in the upcoming talent show?" He was looking at my wrist, I shifted them behind my back. You couldn't see anything.
"No, we don't have a bassist." He was about to say something when the bell rang and the classroom flooded with students. He smiled as I found my way to my seat.
I found myself thinking about him. He mentioned he played bass.. Maybe he'd be able to play with us?
After morning announcements, Mr. Hewitt, our principal, called me to the office.
The class did their infamous, "ooh" I rolled my eyes.
I found out I had two weeks detention because I skipped and had six tardies last week.
Who was my warden? Mr. Ashley Purdy.
"Don't skip class, Andy." Mr. Purdy said with a smile on his face. I rolled my eyes and went to work on my song. It still only had a chorus by the time class was over.
I ate a bit at lunch, so I wouldn't have to suffer so bad in detention. I had a pack of crackers and a bottle of water.
"Andy, looks like you're the only one in here today. Purdy said.
"I'm the only one who gets in trouble." I said, rolling my sleeves up. I had on gloves, so he couldn't see most of my scars.
"I see that. I noticed something last week."
"What was that?"
"Andy, do you.. Cut yourself?"
I bit my lip. On the inside, I completely freaked out and shut down. He went for my left wrist, and I yanked it away. I didn't notice I was crying until I felt a tear hit my shirt.
"Oh Andy," He whispered.
"Just leave me alone! You don't understand!" I shrank into my chair, shaking with sobs now.
"I'm here." Was all he said as he wrote something on a piece of paper and stuck it into my bag.
"You can go if you want."
"No, I can't. Nobody can see me like this."
He wiped my tears away, and wrapped me in a hug. "Andy, anytime you feel like you have the need to do that, come and find me."