We both spluttered and jumped back. My head collided with the wall behind the pillows and Gerard nearly fell off the bed.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed with wide eyes. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"What am I doing? What are you doing?!" I felt annoyed at his accusation.

"Me?! You think that was me?" He spluttered. I nodded, my face hard. He laughed humourlessly, staring down at me with steely eyes. I glared back at him with my own, although my expression didn't have the same affect; my eyes were wide with shock and my mouth was hanging slightly open, still feeling the touch of his soft lips on my own. If anything, I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. "As if I'd kiss a cheerleader."

With that, he scooped up his blanket and pillows and hurried out of the room. I watched the door that he had just disappeared through for a few moments, before angrily flinging myself back down into the mattress and falling into a shallow, uneasy sleep.

I awoke to a pair of hazel eyes peering at me, but not the angry ones I had seen leave the room the night before. These were wide with shock and belonged to a tall, pale boy with huge glasses resting on a structured nose. This boy appeared somewhere in my memory, but I was too busy scrambling about to make sure my body was definitely covered to think about where I'd seen him.

"S-Sorry," I stuttered, sitting up whilst holding the bedcovers close to my chest (I didn't even know why, I was wearing a shirt). The strange boy dropped the pile of clothes he was carrying and rushed back up the stairs. After a few seconds, I heard the raised voice of Gerard's mother.

"You have a girl in your room?"

Rushed footsteps of three people hammered on the ceiling and the basement door was flung open. In it's frame stood three people; the strange boy, a very cross looking blonde woman and an equally as cross looking Gerard. All three were staring right at me. I fidgeted under their glares.

"Why do you have Evelyn McCullagh in your room?" The familiar boy turned to Gerard.

"You know this girl, Mikey?" The blonde woman, who I took to be Gerard's mother, asked. Her voice was fierce. Mikey nodded whilst Gerard's eyes burned into me.

"Don't worry. Evelyn was just leaving," he said, not taking his eyes away from mine. I cowered under his stare.

"I hope you're taking her home," his mother said. Gerard whipped his head around to stare at her, spluttering, but she said in the harshest of voices, "we'll talk later." Then she left. Mikey stood in the doorway for a few moments more, before muttering something to Gerard and also disappearing.

"Fuck off, Mikey," Gerard spat, but Mikey was already gone.

Once we were alone, he decided to speak to me but his tone was far from friendly.

"Get up," he said, picking my dress up and throwing it at me. I stared at him, not really knowing what to say. How could one kiss anger him so much? "Stop staring and get the fuck up!"

"Alright!" I said, flinging my legs over the side of the bed and standing up. My head hurt like hell and my mouth tasted of alcohol and sick, but I ignored it. "Can you stop speaking to me like I'm beneath you?"

"You'd fucking love that, wouldn't you? Whore."

"What the fuck? What have I done now?!"

If looks could kill, I would have been incinerated before Gerard's eyes. He seemed to tower over me, his eyes filled with hatred. "I know your game."

"What game?"

"You know, for a moment Evie, I thought that you were a good person. I could ignore that fucking little cheerleading act you pull because you genuinely seemed like you were for real. But I'm a fucking idiot, right? I mean, why would you want anything to do with an emo like me? Because you're a twisted little slut who gets her kicks out of fucking up other people's lives, that's why."

"Got me figured out, haven't you?" I said miserably, snatching my shoes up from the floor and moving towards the stairs.

"It's not hard - you cheerleaders are all the same."

"Yeah."

I didn't give him the chance to say anything else. I sprinted up the stairs, my hungover and injured body protesting painfully, and across the hallway into the bathroom. There I let the full force of Gerard's words sink in. I'm not going to kid myself, they stung - probably more than the stings-like-a-bitch stuff he'd dabbed on the grazes on my knees the night before - but I wasn't going to show him that he'd affected me in that way. Instead, I blinked back the tears that were beginning to burn my eyes and changed back into my dress, slipping my shoes on my feet and exiting the bathroom with my head held high.

Gerard met me at the top of the stairs, his eyes still dark and his mouth a thin line. He was still wearing his pyjama pants but that didn't seem to bother him; his arms were crossed and his car keys hung from one of his hands. I guess he was telling me that it was time to leave - and I couldn't agree more.

On my way out, I had to pass Gerard's mum and Mikey sitting on the couch in the living room. I felt both of their eyes on me (or more likely my outfit). Ignoring the stares, I headed straight for the door, gladly pulling it open and stepping outside. I was already stood by the car when Gerard came out of the house.

The journey was silent but I could hear Gerard exhaling angrily out of his nose every few minutes. Luckily the ride to my house wasn't too long and we were soon pulling up alongside the empty driveway. When the car stopped moving, I stayed put, saying nothing. Gerard turned to me, waiting for me to get out, but I simply stared back. I could see I was irritating him by the furrowed eyebrows and flared nostrils. I looked back into his furious eyes with a stubbornness; I wasn't moving until he spoke to me, and he knew it.

"Go on," he snapped, "there's your house."

I nodded, taking a quick glance at my quaint little home. From the windows, I could see there was no life inside. "I know."

"I'm not doing this, Evie."

I quickly uncrossed my arms and pointed my finger close to Gerard's nose, a sarcastic smile on my face. "Ha! You called me Evie; you're not as mad as you were this morning." I was referring to the use of my full name - Evalyn - which Gerard had spat out to full effect earlier.

"Like I said; I'm not doing this," he gave a defeated sigh before unclasping his seatbelt and stepping out of the car. I watched him as he made his way around the bonnet to my door. "Out."

I glared at him holding the door open for me and slid off my seat. I half expected Gerard to walk me to my door, but that was a silly thought. As soon as I took a step towards my house, he hurried back into the car and drove away before I'd even reached the border of my garden. Grumbling slightly, I shuffled up the driveway and onto the porch, stumbling slightly in my heels.

Once inside, I headed straight for my room. Throwing my heels to one side, I began to climb the stairs, feeling the soft fluffy carpet under my painful and blistered feet. I was about to collapse onto my bed when I heard my phone buzz on the dresser; I hadn't taken it to the party because I wasn't taking a bag. As soon as I'd grabbed it and hit the unlock button, I wish I hadn't.

28 new messages
17 missed calls

I was in deep shit.

A couple of the messages were from my parents telling me they were going to work. I wasn't sure why my dad was going into work on a Sunday, but then I never really understood anything of what he did. The rest were from my friends, getting angrier in more recent messages.

Charlotte:

Evie! Were the fuck r u?!
Taylors crying. She thinks u were murdered on the way home.
Txt bak now!!!
Xx

I decided replying to everyone at once would be the best idea, so I quickly typed a message ('Sorry guys, phone was on silent. Just woke up - mega hangoverrrr! :('), threw my phone aside and climbed into my bed, not moving until my dad came home and demanded that I have dinner.

Notes

I apologise for the general crappiness of this chapter. I know, it's mainly speech and not a lot happens. I hate writing like that, but I'm not just not skilled enough to do anything else. XD