Waking up the next morning was not a great experience. It hurt. My stomach was worse in the harsh light of the rising sun, patterned with bruises of shocking colours against the background of my pale skin. I had no choice but to slather my face in makeup in order to cover up the marks there. I dressed slowly, partly due to pain, but mostly so I didn't wake him up. I'd heard him come home at around 3am last night, high as the clouds, and trip up the stairs. I'd huddled in my bed, praying he hadn't found another reason to hurt me. Thankfully, he just stumbled to his room, cursing and mumbling. I knew he'd be out now - he never got up before 11. I put on a Smashing Pumpkins tee, with a long sleeved black top underneath to hide my ravaged arms. I slid into my leather jacket, and left. I was a little slower thanks to the pain, but not much. Truthfully, I'd grown used to functioning like a normal person whilst full of injuries. I soon reached BVH, and sighed. I hated it here, and it was only my second day. I already had more enemies than was healthy. But I'd take this over home any day. I considered skipping, but imagining my father's reaction to a truancy call made me shudder. Reluctantly, I went inside, and headed to my locker before first period, which was located near my English class. It was the last in a long row of lockers, next to a wide, grimy window. Today, a dark figure occupied this window, head down. I couldn't see the person's face, but the black clothes and long hair, as well as the fact that he was scribbling furiously into a sketchbook, gave me a good idea of who it was. He looked up as I approached my locker and, sure enough, it was Gerard. Like yesterday, I was struck by his looks, and I cursed myself for this. I couldn't become attracted to a guy. It was just setting myself up for disappointment, because there was no chance at all that he, or anyone else, would be interested in me. So, I avoided looking at him, and concentrated on my locker. "Hey," he greeted me, smiling lightly. I glanced up at him and returned the smile. "Hi." He put down his pen and watched me open my locker to dump my coat and grab a few books. It made me self-conscious. He didn't say a word, so I remained silent, too, and turned to leave with another meek smile. "Uh, Krissy, wait up," Gerard finally spoke up. I turned to face him, looking up into his gorgeous face. "Yes?" He rubbed the back of his neck, then ran his hand through his hair. "I, uh... I was just wondering, you seem kinda... Lonely. You wanna sit with me and my friends at lunch?" I studied him in surprise. He wanted me to sit with him? "Um, sure, I guess," I replied, trying not to stumble over my words. "That would be great." He smiled at me. "Awesome," he enthused. He asked me what lesson I was in before lunch, then left me with a smile and a goodbye, promising to meet me outside my classroom before lunch. I watched him leave, damn, he was so nice and cute. And yet, as he walked, I saw people stare, snigger and yell things. Someone even shoved him, for no apparent reason. I sighed. Such a lovely person, but these close-minded pricks didn't bother to see that. They saw someone with different interests, a different attitude, different views on the world, and decided that gave them a right to treat him like shit. I got more pissed off at this than when they treated me that way. I mean, I know full well that I'm a disgusting bitch, I don't blame them for hating me. But Gerard doesn't deserve their hate. He was so nice, he even atempted to be nice to a freak like me. I sighed again, and turned on my heel and headed to my next class, ignoring the comments of the close-minded pricks around me.

Notes

N'awww, Gerard is such lil cutie! I just wanna hug him :3 I don't wanna be one of those irritating people who demands comments OR ELSE, but I do wanna know how i'm doing with this story, cause its my first one ever, so please my dears, let me know what you think. Even if it's bad, you'll help me improve. Xxxxx