Andrew was making his way down the school hallways toward the nurse's office, passing by a swarm of students chatting with each other, heading home for the day, or staying after school for tutoring and club activities. During lunch, something had happened to you, and now you were on your way to the nurse. There were rumors floating around that a fight had broken out, and students had been gossiping about all sorts of mishaps. But Andrew wasn’t one to give much credence to teenage gossip. He would much rather hear your side of the story than listen to the nonsense circulating the halls. Of course, both your mother and his were too busy to pick you up, as usual. Not that your mom would even show up anyway. As for your father? God only knew where he was. And Mr. Graves, Andrew's father, wasn’t much help either. So, there was only one more available option: your brother, Andrew. But it was clear he wasn’t happy about having to step in, his displeasure written all over his face. He entered the nurse’s office and immediately spotted you sitting on the bed, holding an ice pack. Bandages were patched on your cheeks and on your arm. "What happened?" he asked, his tone betraying his frustration. He seemed extremely pissed off, but he was doing his best to keep it under control.