"-and we all get together when we bury our friends. It's been ten fucking years since I've been seeing your face 'round here. And you're walking away, and I will drown in the fear."

I clapped with everyone else as the final song was played, it's such a shame it had to be sung by a priest and not just a regular band.

"Thank you very much, we hope to see you all again. This has been My Chemical Romance, goodnight!" He took a bow with everyone else before straightening and exiting through a door with some of the band.

I continued to lean against the wall, wondering how quickly they'd leave after finishing the show. They wouldn't stay here for ages but I don't think they'd leave immediately either.

I pushed off the wall and started walking towards the wall, not being able to control the mile on my face.
I'd just put my hand on the door handle when a voice called out, stopping me from my evil plans.

"Miss, you can't go back there." The bartender called out, drawing attention to me.

"I just want to talk to the band for a moment." I explained and he crossed his arms over his chest, not looking impressed by my answer.

"No exceptions, only staff and acts are allowed back there. If you want to talk to the band then you'll have to wait until they come out." I don't like hearing the word 'no,' not one bit and especially from someone who had no authority over me whatsoever.

"Naw man, she's cool." I turned when as hand reached over me twisting the handle and opening the door.

"Fine." The barkeep grumbled and I internally grinned, feeling the success of getting out of a somewhat sticky situation.

The guitarist walked ahead of me, pausing and holding the door open with a light smile.

Black hair hung over his face and I could only see a little of his eyes that were a dark shade of hazel.
Goddammit, why am I surrounded by good looking people?

"You comin' sweetie?" I nodded and stepped into the hallway, him closing the door behind me.

"What's your name?" He asked as we walked down the hall and I put my hands in my short pockets.

"Lainey, it's more of a nickname but that's what everyone calls me." I shrugged since it was no big deal in my book and gave him a huge grin because I was in a good mood tonight.

"Nice, I'm Frank." He waved even though it was completely unnecessary before switching the guitar case he was carrying to the other hand.

"I really liked the bands set, it was great." A thing I'd noticed while talking to him was that he's American like me and had the same New Jersey accent as Father Way.

"Thanks, how did you hear about us? We're not a very big band." I had to think to come up with something but I've been put on the spot before and I'm a good liar so it wasn't too hard.

"I'm a friend of Gerard's." I told him, that being the best excuse I could come up with, it was kinda true though so I wasn't lying that much.

"Girlfriend kinda friend or just friend?" He confused me briefly and I had to put my brain into use once more to understand.

"Just a friend." I mumbled, feeling awkward as heck because I was a talking above a priest who'd featured in many of my sex dreams.

"But you like him right?"

"N-no, I uh j-just-" My brain went full retard which was a level it should never go to, ever.

"You were watching the man all night, it's obvious you like him. Let me give you a word of advice." I just met him and Frank had already realised I liked Gerard, that was quicker than I thought possible.

"That dude gets jealous fast, goes a bit over the top sometimes but if you want to see if he likes you back try flirting with someone else. He'll fly into a rage so fast you wouldn't believe it, that might be a bit of an exaggeration actually but whatever." Frank had a very relaxed attitude towards everything, one I wasn't used to because of all the uptight people I've been surrounded by.

We reached the end of the hallway and Frank opened the door for me which meant I had to duck under his arm to get outside.

I could see the open back of a van with four guys sitting in it, chatting and laughing without a care in the world.

Three of them were people I didn't know and the last one with a cigarette held loosely in his fingers was Father Way who was chatting to a guy with fluffy hair.

"I can give you an example of how he reacts if you'd like." Frank offered and I honestly couldn't imagine how he'd get Gerard to look jealous over me, whatever he'd do would seem fake.

"Alright." I said hesitantly and Frank handed his guitar to the blonde haired guy who walked over to take his guitar.

"Hey, Gee, check out who dropped by to watch the show." The priest turned his head, halting his laughter and looking at Frank who was standing next to me.

I watched as his eyes widened, having to bite my tongue to resist smiling or laughing.

To be honest I don't think I could describe the look on his face without the help of a dictionary.
It was beyond hilarious, it was shock and the purest manageable form of realising he'd been caught.

Frank didn't appear to know he was a priest or at least didn't care a by the look on his face I could guess it'd never occurred to him that one of the schools students could see their performance.

Father Way's mouth opened slightly, trying to find words and once realising he couldn't come up with any he took a shaky drag of his cigarette.

"I really liked the second song, House Of Wolves." I told him, deciding to tease as much as possible as revenge for giving me detention.

"I also liked the lyrics, 'I think I'm gonna burn in hell,' 'tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man' and I thought the whispering of 'sin' was perfect." I could see him struggling to focus on just smoking his cigarette and I was enjoying it so much it should be a crime.

"T-thanks." He stuttered, taking another pull on the cigarette and staring at the ground.
This was an interesting personality change, no smart arse smiling at me or smugness.

"Of course there were also the words to that first song, 'you don't know a thing about my sins, how the misery begins.'" I smiled sweetly at him and he looked up, barely catching my eye and swallowing thickly.

"Yeah uh, they're good." His face went bright red and he crossed his legs in the back of the van.

"Alright well now that you guys have said hi Lainey and I will be finding a private room to lock ourselves in." Frank said, mainly to Father Way who frowned in response to his sentence.

I knew I'd agreed to Frank suggesting he show me how Gerard gets jealous but what he did didn't fail to surprise me.

"I hope you can act because I plan to put on a show." He whispered into my ear and I felt his hand go to my waist.

It was about then I realised I didn't know exactly what his idea of making Gerard jealous was.

He pressed his lips to mine and I felt my heart start to flutter at a million miles an hour. It didn't matter that this was strictly an act he was still good looking and it'd been a while since I last messed around with anyone.

The slightest slip of a tongue against mine and I knew I wanted to tap out. This didn't feel right at all, sure my heart was pounding but I didn't get the same butterflies in my stomach Gerard was able to produce.

His fingers dug into my side and I groaned but with his lips muffling the sound it came out as a moan.

A hand slid down my back and he started fumbling behind me, the door opened and we fell inside.
Frank closed the closed the door with a quiet click before immediately removing his lips.

"In five, four, three, two..."

"Hey! Hey, stop that!" I saw the grin in Frank's face, he wasn't kidding at all, Father Way did actually get jealous.

"You're welcome." He whispered and I didn't get a chance to reply with a thank you before the band member priest barged through the door.

"I'll drive her home." Gerard huffed, his jaw seeming clenched and the cigarette gone from his fingers.

"Are you sure? I could easy drive her home and she wouldn't even have to get into the car." Frank purred, waggling his eyebrows at me and I could tell it was part of the whole act.

"I'm positive, now take your filthy mind and get the guys home." Father Way struggled to push the words through his teeth and I inwardly smiled, this was so much like yesterday with Luka, only no words were exchanged.

"Sure, it was very nice meeting you, Lainey, and I hope we can get better acquainted next time." Frank tilted an imaginary hat and left the hallway, going outside once more.

"Don't do that ever again." Gerard growled at me before grabbing my wrist and dragging me in the opposite direction of the van.

I didn't have much of a chance to reply since it only took him moments to pull me out of the bar entirely, leading me to his car.

"Also what on earth do you think you're doing here?" I snatched my hand away from him as he stopped in front of a beat up four-wheel drive.

"I came to the bar to have a drink and listen to some music." I explained and he crossed his arms over his chest, not looking his happiest.

"It's like eleven on a Saturday night. You are supposed to be at Rosehill, in your dorm, asleep." I raised an eyebrow, it was a surprise for him to think I'd follow all the rules.

"Well you're supposed to be at the school as well, not out here with your friends, singing at a bar. On top of it you seem to have forgotten your collar, how would the principal feel if she were to hear hear about that?" While speaking I looked through the pictures on my mobile, holding up one for him to see.

"You're a priest, you're supposed to set an example and lead others away from the path or wrongdoing yet you seem to enjoy every sin you commit. Why's that, hmm?" He tried to grab the phone from me but I simply held it behind my back and leant against the car, making it difficult for him.

"It is none of your business and even if it was I wouldn't tell you so give me your mobile immediately." He demanded and I said no then stuck my tongue out, refusing to cooperate.

"One way or another I'll get it and in case you haven't realised the pictures get you in trouble also. Sure you have me without my collar and in the middle of inappropriate behaviour but it means you were there to take the photographs." My determination wavered, I hadn't thought of that.
I'd get in even more trouble than him if I was caught for it.

"If you hand me your cell right now I'll delete the photographs, well pretend this never happened and I'll take you straight back to the school, without making a stop by the Miss Coping's flat on the way." I thought, considering the outcome of the situation before deciding on a response.

"Say you were to take me to Miss Coping, how would you explain why you found me at a bar?" He smiled at me, any hint of the nervousness of surprise from earlier completely washed away.

"I'm a priest, I have a limitless amount of excuses. For tonight I think I'll tell her I got a call from a friend in trouble then bumped in you." Damn he was good but it shouldn't be a surprise that he was smart enough to come up with some plans of some sort.

"I'm not letting you get rid of the pictures. You've been nothing but a complete jerk and I want you to get what you deserve." He was already standing close but by the end of my sentence his chest was pressing against me.

"Really, is this how it's gonna work?" He gently placed a hand on my stomach and leant so close I could almost feel his lips brushing against me.

I didn't even know I'd forgotten to breath until I almost passed out, Father Way taking that opportunity to pull me away from the car and grab the phone.

"Manipulative motherfucker, give me my cell back right now!" I yelled at him, jumping up and trying to snatch it only to have him hold the iPhone out of my reach.

Once more he pressed against me, this time not even bothering to make it seem romantic and simply pinning me against the car.

"Let me go right now or I'll scream!" That was a bit of an overstatement but it still didn't make him budge.

"Then I'll tell whoever comes that I'm performing an exorcism, these kind of people will believe whatever I tell them." He was quickly racing up the scale of douchedom and it made me want to hurt him even more.

"Here." He handed me my mobile and I pocketed, regretting that I never put a lock on the damn thing.

"I deleted all the pictures." He told me and I muttered every swearwords I knew under my breath, wanting to hit him.

"Now how about you get in the car and I'll drive back to the school?" I stuffed my phone into my pocket and flipped him off before turning and walking away.

After the shit he'd just put me through there was no chance I'd willingly get into the car with him.
This goes to show that anyone can be a priest, even if they're the biggest asshole on the planet.

"Lainey, come back." I heard him sigh, I crossed my arms and continued to walk.

"No, fuck you."

"Please?" I ignored him, taking more and more steps, increasing the distance between me and the car.

He groaned loudly and the sound was quickly followed by the crunching of gravel, meaning he was going to make a real attempt to convince me to get into the car.

Gerard put a hand on my shoulder as I walked and I shrugged it off, not wanting him to touch me.

"Go screw an electric fence."

He tried one more time and I stopped walking, this is it, I've had more than enough.
I'm gonna hit him.

"Put me the fuck down!" I yelled when he picked me up, easily throwing my light frame over his shoulder.

"I know I'm not the best person in the world but I've never let a student of Rosehill get hurt under my watch and I'm not going to leave you out here." Oh sure, because that makes all the difference in the world.

"You have five seconds, less than five seconds. I will kick you and I'll scream and-oof." I landed in the backseat of the car and he closed the door before getting in the front.

"You are a horrible priest and I hope God smites you." I told him, crossing my arms and leaning back, feeling anger seep out of the pores of my skin.

As much as I wanted to I didn't hate him, I was just beyond pissed off.

He put his seatbelt on and started the car, glancing briefly at me through the rearview mirror.

"You are a sixteen year old who lied her way into a bar, don't think he'll forget about you sweetheart." He gave me his smile which was as annoying as ever even though it was a mere reflection.

"I already know I'm going to hell. My parents think I'm the anti-Christ, I've broken my vow of chastity and in the past five minutes I've came up with twenty different ways to kill a priest." He laughed, actually laughed as if he found my anger amusing, scratch that on twenty ways, it's now at thirty.

I humphed and looked out the window, refusing to talk to him any more for fear I might murder him.
I've never been the kind of person who kept her opinions to herself so it was more of a chore than I expected, not talking to Father Way.

I'm not sure what it was that I wanted to do exactly, I think I just wanted to swear at him until I felt better which could go on ages.

Using the only technique I could think of to keep myself distracted I started chewing on a thumbnail and thinking of home. Basically anything that could take my mind away from me being in the car with him.

Once ruining my fingernails didn't become enough of a distraction I picked up my mobile, attached the earbuds I always kept with me, put them in an pressed play.

"Awake at night you focus, on everyone who's hurt you. Then write a list of targets, your violence lack of virtue." I sung along with the music playing, trying to annoy him as much as possible.

"Leave us alone! You're on your own! Rrrraaa-Go!" I was getting a few cautious glances which made me happy, I was hoping I'd freak him out, make him uncomfortable, annoyed or all of the above.

"We are breathing, while you're sleeping, go! And leave us alone. The liars cheating, our hearts beating. Go! And now you're on your own." I started tapping my hands on my knee, moving around so my back was pressed against the car door.

"Here's to your perfect weapon, crack bones with blind aggression. Like birds whose wings are broken, you live without direction." He started tapping on my knee and I pretended it wasn't happing.

"Leave us alone! You're on your own! We are breathing, while you're sleeping, go! And leave us alone. The liars cheating, our hearts beating. Go! And now you're on your own." He put the breaks on a little faster than I expected and I had to brace myself against the seat so I didn't get hurt.

"The fuck was that for?!" I yelled, pulling my earbuds out and adjusting myself before he decided to do any other crazy stuff.

"We're about a minute away from the school and you have two options, hide so the guard at the gate doesn't see you or explain to him what you're doing outside the school grounds late at night." I frowned and put my mobile away for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

"Oh so you're not going to use your magic priest excuses to get me in?" I said bitchily, recrossing my arms and sitting properly.

"No, you didn't give me your phone when I asked so you're now it's your problem." He told me, I groaned and put my hand on the door handle, I'd just sneak back in through the hole in the wall.

"And don't even consider running off, I'm not letting you out of my sight until you're in your room."
Oh how bloody wonderful.

"Just fucking drive to the thing, I'll come up with an excuse." A million reason as to why I wasn't in bed asleep ran through my head and I knew the guard would believe at least half of them.

He started driving the car again and I saw the gates approaching, the level of thoughts I had increased.

"Hey." Gerard rolled the car window down and spoke to the guard who looked like he was about to fall asleep.

"Hello, Father Way. Uh who's that in the back?" In a second every idea I had disappeared and got ran over by a steam roller.

The priest turned to look at me and sighed almost silently, realising I couldn't say anything.

"This is Elyria Colfort, she was having some emotional issues earlier on today and she informed me her grandmother was in a nearby town. I took her for a visit to make her feel better and I we stayed a little longer than we should have." My eyes went wide from hearing the lie he managed to invent on the spot.

"Alright then. I'll open the gate, have a nice night both of you and Elyria, I hope you feel better soon." I hesitantly smiled at the guard, still not believing I'd all but gotten away with murder.

"Thank you." Gerard drove the car forward, heading into the school through the now open gate.

As much as I didn't want to do it I managed to mumbled a small thanks as he stopped the car in the staffs parking lot.

I got out of the car and half zipped my jacket up, feeling the supposed cold of England for once.
Father Way hopped out, locked the doors and attached the car keys to his belt.

"If I were you I wouldn't try sneaking out again, I won't cover for you next time." I wasn't sure whether it was a suggestion or a threat, other way I didn't like it.

"Fine, goodnight. Don't expect to see me at mass tomorrow." I began to walk away from the car but he caught me by the arm, stopping me.

"I told you I'll be walking you back to your room." Is it really too much effort for me to walk back like a normal person?

He linked his arm around mine and led me out of the parking lot, towards the dorms.

"Are you ever going to tell me why you, a priest, would be sneaking around and playing in bands?" I asked, looking at him and feeling my heart beat a little faster because of his close proximity.

"I have my issues and music helps me deal with them when God can't. Do you plan to tell me what those dreams of yours are about?" I snorted, wow he must be delusional if he thought I'd be sharing my dreams with him.

"No." I pushed the dorm door open and he led me up the stairs, not looking like he'd be loosening his grip on my arm until we got to the my room.

"If there's ever anything you need to say you've always got the confessional. I won't even know it's you." I actually laughed this time, it didn't matter if it was anonymous or not, there were some thing that you should just keep to yourself.

"I don't want or need to talk to you about anything."

"Well you should consider it because you've sinned more than anyone I've ever met in my whole life." He's kidding himself if he believes his own rubbish, anyone who knew him like I did could tell that Father Way had committed a few sins.

"I'll put this for you as plainly as I can." I whispered to him, having to be more quiet now that we were walking down the hall.

"You've committed sloth because you did nothing when we were supposed to be cleaning up the attic, anger for the singing with swearwords I believe a priest shouldn't use. Pride for the smugness that I see you proudly wearing every single day." I could see that exact smile of pride right now and I wanted I wipe it from his face.

"Envy because we both know what your reaction was when it came to me talking to Luka, do you want me to go on? You've lied, snuck around just like me and you seem to love yourself much more than you love God." I was almost surprising myself with all the things I'd been coming up with.

"Then on top of it you're a man of the cloth so everything you do is ten times worse than anything I've done." I pulled my arm away from him when we reached my room, I retrieved my key and unlocked the door, taking a step into the dark.

"So 'Father,' all in all I think you've done some very bad things and you're right, you are a bad man." He moved a little closer, standing right in the doorway and I went further back, barely sticking my head out.

"I'm bad too, I've done some things that would make any good priests blood curdle. I'm going to hell and I've accepted that," I smiled, moving so close I was hardly an inch away, "but I bet you'll be going with me." I whispered before taking a step away and slamming the door in his face.