By the next day I was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

I understood that a very cute English guy was going to be playing the main role of Peter Pan but Father Way's reaction got to me.

He's a priest, a man of the cloth and he seemed to be jealous, that was the only way I could describe it. Of course I'd never seen a guy get jealous over me before, most didn't seen to care enough.

They probably thought I was too much effort, too outspoken or not girly enough.

Luka liked me though and that was nice even if I was just imagining the priest was interested in me.

Did I truly want to have Father Way thinking of me romantically?
Wasn't that insane or ridiculous?

Weren't the dreams I had already bad? I knew I'd be going to hell, should I really want to push it so far as to want him to want me?

Can't I be a normal girl with a normal interest in normal boys?
No that was just too damn difficult I had to like the most unattainable person in existence.

I'm not even sure if I genuinely like Gerard or just want him to notice me. I don't want to be ignored by people, no matter who they were and his rather cool attitude towards me was infuriating.

I've succeeded in capturing his attention, I should stop now.
Whatever I was doing I needed to stop.

I need to quit doing things that he could give me detention for. So basically it meant I had to keep my mouth shut and not swear at him.

It was much easier said than done though.

I was still fuming on the inside from being forced to play Wendy. There were so many words I wanted to use on him but I had to keep them to myself.

On top of everything I still had the image of his smirk burnt into my brain. It was a perfect concoction of teasing and gorgeousness that made me want to slap him.

He was a horrible priest and I know at first I couldn't tell if he was aware that he was doing it but I was now positive it was intentional.

I almost wished he'd quit, almost.

If Father Way were to leave the school I'd lose my main source of entertainment because as much as he'd tease me I'd tease him too and we both knew it.

There would be these strange tense moments between us and I lived for them whether I wanted to admit it or not.

Whether it was the tiny fall I'd taken while leaving the gazebo or him studying the bruises on my knuckles it'd always get to me.

A knot would form in my stomach and my mouth would go dry along with my brain babbling without pause as if it were on drugs without me knowing it.

Sometimes I failed to understand how my own body worked, it'd put me through a whole bunch of shit and I'd be left reeling, still trying to catch up.

As cute as I thought Luka was I didn't feel the same around him. Sure I'd get ditzy and do all that blushing stuff but I didn't want him to take me on the floor of the church confessional.
Actually I'd be horrified if he tried that.

On the other hand if it was Father Way, well I've never been faced with that situation but I'd know what to do.

As much as my parents liked to believe I had a chaste till marriage rule I had done it once and it wasn't all that pleasant but at least I can say I've done it.

I'm no slut though, I've only had sex once in my life with one person and it'd been a drunk affair but I've read the woman's magazines and I knew beyond the mechanics of sex.

I don't really think it's something I should be bragging about.

"What do you think about this?" I asked Iris who was laying on her stomach, reading her part of the script.

She lifted her head and looked up and down, casing out the jeans and T-shirt combo I was holding up to my body.

"It's nice but I think I liked the shorts more. Where are you wearing this to again?" I chewed my lip and put my jeans back into the draw, pulling out the shorts I'd shown her earlier.

"I'm going into town." I told her and she nodded before looking away when I slipped my sweatpants off.

"You aren't supposed to go into town this late at night." I already knew that and I wasn't planning to listen anyway so it was kinda pointless reminding me.

"I'm sneaking out, a bar, club thing in the next town over has some entertainment and I'm planning on seeing it." I pulled the black shorts on before taking my around the dorm singlet off and switching it with a personally cut up Green Day shirt with the cover of American Idiot.

Iris had already learnt that once I'd made up my mind there was no changing it so she merely sighed and continued reading the script.

"What no protests?" I laughed, going back to the mirror and fixing my hair up. The English whether was wreaking havoc with my looks and I had yet to decide whether it was good or bad.

"Would you listen if I tried?"

"No, not really." I applied some eyeliner and decided I was ready to leave.

I shouldn't have too much trouble sneaking off premises, it's almost seven and dark. With my nearly all black clothes I should blend in with the night easily.

"How do you plan to get back?" I paused and thought for a moment before pulling my shoes and jacket on.

"I'll get a ride." I shrugged, it couldn't be that much effort, I've hitched rides back home or to a bus stop before and all the people I've met have been really nice.

"Is that safe?" I pushed my hair behind my ear then walked to the door, pocketing my keys and mobile phone.

"Probably not but hey, I'm short and I have issues, I can take care of myself if I have to." I opened the door and took a step out, waved goodbye to Iris before closing the door behind me.

The hall was only lit by few lights, the school expecting all the students to be in their room already.
It'll give me a better chance to sneak out then.

I could hear the sounds of people talking from under their doors and it gave me a short and completely uninteresting insight into their life that I immediately ignored.

Once I reached the end of the hall I took a cautious glance out to see if there was anyone around, after knowing for sure that the coast was clear I jogged down the stairs.

Having been smart enough to check for one earlier on today I went to the hole in the wall hidden by some bushes and pushed through.

I found myself standing by the side of the road, maybe two minutes walk from the bus stop I'd already googled.

Starting my walk I pulled out my cell to check the time.
7:19

Alright the bus I need to catch should be at the stop by maybe seven twenty five, I'll be there to get on in time, I don't need to worry.

After a few moments of sitting on the bench and waiting the bus pulled up and I boarded, only having to pay a tiny fee to get on.

I could feel my blood rushing with excitement as the bus sped down the road, heading for town.

It was gonna be fantastic to get away from school for a while. It's been what felt like forever since I last got a chance to have some real fun.

I'll get to dance, talk to other people, enjoy some music, it doesn't matter if it's good or not.

The website didn't say how long the music would be going on for so it could be very late by the time I get back. I should consider taking the bus back to the school instead.
The people who might be around to give me a lift are more than likely going to be the kind I wouldn't want to get in a car with.

"Next main stop Brighthollow!" The bus driver called out and looked outside the window, watching the trees flicker past.

I wasn't expecting to get there that fast, I knew town was at least half an hour away so it's not like I could walk back.

There weren't many people on the bus, two girls, a couple years older than me at most, a guy who seemed completely preoccupied by his mobile.
I would have thought there's be more people, it's seven on a Saturday night for heavens sake.
Where is everyone?

Oh I don't care, it's gonna be fun no matter what.

If my luck decides to kick in then I could possibly find a guy to entertain myself with for the night. He's not going to get anything from me but if someone else is in the picture then I might be able to stop thinking about Father Way for once.

"Grey Mist bar!" The bus started to slow and I stood up, making sure I had my mobile, keys and fake ID that I hoped could convince the bouncer I was twenty one.

The two girls who'd been on the bus got off as well and I paused outside for a moment, taking in the nonexistent sights.

The place was pretty much in the middle of nowhere, which isn't a destination you'd expect for a bar that people frequented.

A glance at my cell proved it was ten to eight and I was surprised by how time had managed to pass so quickly.
It was a ride on a bus, not a friggen delorean.

I walked to the door, the security guard stopping me so I had to flash my fake ID to get in. Seeming to believe it was real he nodded and allowed me to walk in.

It was obvious from the moment I entered the bar that a band had yet to show up. I could easily recognize the music playing from the speakers, the boring kind you'd hear on the radio every time you change the station.

Such a shame I couldn't convince Iris to come with me, it'd be nice to see her have some real fun for once.

Despite us showing Luka around she still had a tiny panic attack that I had to talk her out of. Surprisingly Luka had been able to help and she calmed down very quickly.

From the moment we got back to the dorm she'd been reading the scrip nonstop.
I don't think she's even had something to eat yet.

I know that I've got one of the main roles but I really don't feel like throwing myself into the script. I'll take my time to learn it but I'm not going to be memorizing the whole thing a month before I need to.

If I can I plan to be putting it off until a week before the play, Mrs Rhys probably won't appreciate it but screw her.

Me having that role was Father Way's fault anyway, he shouldn't have suggested it and they shouldn't have agreed.

In what normal world do you give the new, American, kid one of the lead roles in a play?

I didn't have any interest in playing the character and I still got it.
Would they have even considered making me play Wendy if Father Way didn't suggest it?

I don't think so, I would have got to stay as The Narrator.
I would have been able to stand backstage in my pajamas with a script in hand and I could read off that without having to do anything.

No memorizing lines or getting fitted for a costume, hell I think with some effort I would have even been able to avoid going onstage to take a bow.

"Excuse me, can I get a drink?" I asked the bartender, sitting down and producing some ID.

He took a moment to peer at it before leaning back and nodding, believing it was real.

"What can I get you?" I thought for a moment, not really knowing what kind of drinks they serve here.

"Gin and tonic with a dash of lemon please." I think everyone around the world knew what a gin and tonic was and it's not hard to understand I wanted lemon in it.

He nodded again then walked off while I put my ID away and grabbed enough money to pay for my drink.

I'd gotten so used to faking my way into pubs and bars that I didn't act like a teenager so in some situations people would believe my lie without even needing proof.

As strange as it sounds I kinda enjoy lying to people sometimes and it'd only get better when they believed all the bullshit came up with.

"Here you go." The bartender gave me my drink and I gave him the money mumbling 'keep the change' before sipping from the glass.

It's been a while since I last got access to alcohol and I was enjoying the flavor the taste of it on my tongue.
I should sneak out more often.

Oh I could only imagine my parents, sitting and home, talking about their little girl who was at a good christian school.
They'll think I'll come back fixed of all my problems, the drinking, partying, sneaking out.

In reality I'm still doing all of that it just takes a bit more effort to sneak around and on top of it I have a crush on the school priest.

The most exciting part about being here was that my birthday would be coming up soon so by the time I head back to America I'll almost be old enough to move out.

I turned around in my chair to look at all the people in the bar, most were between twenty to thirty which was nothing new. The bar was large and it held a lot of customers which wasn't something you'd expect of a place in the middle of nowhere.

Maybe because it's the only place for miles with any form of true entertainment.

Some of the guys here are kinda cute, nowhere near as good looking as Father Way or Luka but nice enough.

I took another sip of my drink and smiled at a guy on the other side of the room.

A glance at the clock on the wall showed it was nearly half past eight and I was looking forward to a band coming on soon.

I drained my glass, put it on the bench, stood up and went to the bathroom to do a once over on my makeup and escape the sound of typical radio music. I walked into the clean bathroom where a couple of girls were standing in front of a long mirror and chatting as you'd expect of most places like this.

I ran a finger under my eye to wipe away any smeared eyeliner and pushed some hair out of my face.

The girls in front of the mirror turned to look at me then started whispering to each other and I frowned. They're probably talking about me, I've had it happen before in America, I can't see why living in England would make any difference.

'Is it any wonder, cue the thunder, it's raining on me. This is getting frightening, there's the lightning, striking the trees. Fire in the sky!' I looked down, my mobile was vibrating and ringing in my pocket, a certain ringtone that I associated with a certain person.

"Quincy?" I knew that was the ringtone I used for her but I needed to hear her voice to confirm it.

"Bitch, I've been trying to call you for ages!" I grinned from hearing the voice of one of my best friends who I haven't talk to for a long time.

"Hey, Quince, how's it going?"

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I think I spent almost an hour in the bathroom chatting to my friend on the phone. It was the quietest place where I had the best chance of hearing her, even outside the bar was noisy.

We talked without pause about all the things that were going on with me and her. She had a boyfriend for a start and a whole bunch of other wacky shit was going on with Maya and Jelly.

It was strange hearing how my friends had change in such a short amount of time without me being there.

I don't know how things were from her end but I liked to imagine that everyone missed me. Either way it didn't seem like long until she was telling me she had to go thanks to her older brother ordering her around.

We said goodbye, I pocketed my phone and I checked my hair and makeup one last time before I went back into the bar, a smile still on my face from eating my friends voice.

"-heaven help us now, come crashing down. We'll hear the sound, as you're falling down."

Looks like the bands arrived.

"I'm at this old hotel but can't tell if I've been breathing or sleeping or screaming or waiting for the man to call and maybe all of the above. Cause mostly I've been sprawled on these cathedral steps while spitting out the blood and screaming 'someone save us!'"

I started walking towards the slightly raised platform that the bars customers had almost completely surrounded, the music getting louder.

"Heaven help us now, come crashing down. We'll hear the sound, as you're falling down."

'The singers voice is very nice,' I thought, pushing through the crowd and finally reaching the front of the stage.

"And will you pray for me? Or make a saint of me? And will you lay for me?"

I felt my mouth drop open when I saw the familiar inky hair and sparkling green eyes.

No.

"'Cause I'll give you all the nails you need. Cover me in gasoline. Wipe away those tears of blood again. And the punchline to the joke is asking, someone save us!"

I couldn't close my mouth, I really couldn't.

I was in shock from seeing the exact school priest I'd been thinking of all day, standing on the stage and singing, not wearing his collar of course.

What the fuck?

For the rest of the song I don't think I heard anything else, I remained in shock the whole time.

When I snuck out of the school grounds to hang out at a bar I wasn't expecting to see the fucking Father Way there, singing with a band.

Seriously, what the fucking fuck is going on?
This has gotta be a joke.

The song seemed to end then there was a brief applause before the music started up again and I managed to close my mouth.

"Well, I know a thing about contrition, because I got enough to spare. And I'll be granting your permission, 'cause you haven't got a prayer. Well I said hey, hey hallelujah, I'm gonna come on sing the praise. And let the spirit come on through ya, we got innocence for days!"

Oh I get this, it's a dream.
It's another one of my crazy dreams and I'm gonna wake up at any moment now.

"Well, I think I'm gonna burn in hell, everybody burn the house right down. And say, ha. What I wanna say."

Alright maybe this wasn't a dream but that doesn't mean I don't want to know what's going on.

Idea time.

"Tell me I'm an angel, take this to my grave. Tell me I'm a bad man, kick me like a stray. Tell me I'm an angel, take this to my grave."

Fucking hell he's gorgeous and he sounds even more perfect when singing than I thought possible.

"S-I-N, I, S-I-N. S-I-N, I, S-I-N. S-I-N, I, S-I-N. S-I-N, I S-I-N."

I grabbed my mobile and set it on camera.
Within fifteen seconds I had about twenty photos of him and a short video, plus I knew for a fact that at least half of the pictures would be clear.

If he doesn't tell me what's going on with the sudden appearance in a band then I'm gonna report him to the principal.
She won't like seeing the school priest singing about sin in this scenario.

"You play ring around the ambulance, well like you never gave a care. So get the choir boys around you, it's a compliment, I swear. And I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down, I wanna hear you sing the praise. I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down, we got innocence for days!"

He's so busted he doesn't know what's going to hit him.
The holier than thou priest was going to be in deep shit.

"Well, I think I'm gonna burn in hell, everybody burn the house right down. And say, ha, what I wanna say. Tell me I'm an angel, take this to my grave. Tell me I'm a bad man, kick me like a stray. Tell me I'm an angel, take this to my grave."

I'm gonna be enjoy confronting him so much I don't think anyone would even be able to understand.
This is the whose been giving me detention for some mildly inappropriate behavior but now he was the one whose been behaving badly.

"You better run like the devil, 'cause they're never gonna leave you alone! You better hide up in the alley, 'cause they're never gonna find you a home! And as the blood runs down the walls, you see me creepin' up these halls. I've been a bad motherfucker, tell your sister I'm another. Go! Go! Go!"

I don't know much about being a priest but I'm feeling damn sure you're not supposed to be in a punk rock band that's performing at a bar on a Saturday night.

"And I said, say, what I wanna say. Tell me I'm an angel, take this to my grave. Tell me I'm a bad man, kick me like a stray. Tell me I'm an angel, take this to my grave."

At least I can enjoy the view for now because I'm enjoying seeing him without his collar, it makes me feel almost normal for having a crush on him.

"Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man. Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man. Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man.
Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man. So get up! So get out! S-I-N, I, S-I-N!"

I know he's been a bad man and I plan for the whole school to know about it if he doesn't cooperate.

I moved a bit further back so I could see him but he couldn't see me and clapped with everyone else as the song ended.

"Thank you, that was House Of Wolves. We have a fare few songs before the night is over." He murmured into the microphone before turning around and speaking into the rest of the band.

I can't help but wonder what his reaction will be when he sees me. Personally I really hope he has a complete freak out, it'd be nice to see Gerard lose his calm facade that he kept up more of the time.

Pushing through some people I walked to the side of the room and leant against a wall, preparing for a long nights wait.

I could see him perfectly now, black skinny jeans, his usual boots, a black shirt and a black jacket.
Just a shitload of black really.

"We like to call this one, Vampires Will Never Hurt You."

Calm music introduced the song and a smile spread across my face.

"And if they get me and the sun, goes down into the ground. And if they get me take this spike to my heart and, and if they get me and the sun goes down. And if they get me take this spike and. You put the spike in my heart!"