Sorrows of Tomorrow

He pulled me aside next to the lockers, his hands gripped softly onto my shoulders as I turned away, I could tell my replies were starting to get to him. With a sudden twist I found myself pushed against the lockers, his chest inches from my own. I smelt him, his vanilla aroma wrapped around my nose as I tried my best to show no emotion. Sure enough the students in the hall were ignoring the scene, probably pleased I was being tormented. "Listen," That voice, god dammit why does he keep talking! "I saw what your friends were doing to you when you arrived at school," I bit my lip harder this time, wincing at the pain, trying not to think about the moment when he did enter the school, the fact that he was somewhere close, watching me. I shivered and tried pushing him away, in return feeling his hand push my chest forcing my back to the lockers, "They're not my friends" I choked out the words turning away, "L-let me go!" I narrowed my eyes, frustrated at my own weakness. My eyes lessened shockingly as I heard a faint chuckle escape his lips. "I'm Gerard by the way," He talked as if we were standing and conversing like normal people, wait, Gerard…have I heard that name before? I let my tired eyes drop shut as I attempted to drag the name from my brain, I know I've heard it before. I just-- I felt his hand trace the letters on my shirt, that pervert! Well, I mean it's not that I dislike it..but that pervert! I remembered the shirt I was wearing as I spoke, my voice beginning to show daze, "D-don't touch m-me" I slid out of his grip and almost hit the floor, there, there was his grip again on my arm. He gave a worried chuckle and lifted me as if I were paper, and carried me down the hall. I opened my mouth although something was stopping me from replying to his hostile manor. Damn, Damn, Damn, why am I enjoying this?
We reached the front doors of the school, something I was not expecting, he gave a chuckle that made me question what he was thinking, and before I could even think about scolding him, he rushed outside the doors and set me down, still gripping my hand. "What the hell is your problem!" I used my free hand rubbing my eyes, giving up the effort to free my other. "You looked tired and upset, if I didn't think you were attractive, I would've said you looked rather…shitty" I stomped my foot and narrowed my eyes, "Who are you to tell me what I am? And d-did you just call me cute?!?" He chuckled. Again. Laughing, thats all he ever does. I felt my cheeks flare and I was sure I was blushing and he was thinking my rage was cute?! "I did, because you are." He tipped my chin with his finger, what the hell? Was he trying to have an affair with me in the school parking lot? Oh..right, we were still holding hands. "Can I just go back inside?" I shoved the words through my small lips. "You're saying you want to go back to school?" He snickered teasing me. I looked at the ground and adjusted my back further onto my shoulder, "Yes! N-no!" I can't take this anymore I remembered his chest against mine at the lockers, our lips were so close.
I shook the memory out of my head and toyed with the buckle to my belt. He pulled me close to him, turning and without speaking swiftly walked down a road to the left of the school, I never even knew there was a road there.. what am I even doing? Your running away with a stranger Frank, get your shit together. I coughed nervously almost tripping over the stumps of trees. Correction. This was a path, defiantly NOT a road. I watched him swiftly dodge the trees, it was as if he were gliding in the air, but I was holding his hand, how am I even still here? I should be hunched over a stump holding my ankle from my own misbalance. I glanced down at our hands and chuckled. "You should stop thinking so loud" He spoke and stopped running, myself not noticing, ran right into his chest. He planned for that to happen, I know he did. My face shifted a deep red and was burning with and odd passion. His cold hand reached and touched my cheek. "God damn you Gee," I mumbled. Gerard's eyes softened and he smirked, I'm telling you his expressions could have made anyone pregnant. "You gave me a nickname? If I didn't know any better I would think that you're falling for me." I twitched at his words. My black hair fell into my face as I spoke with a shaky tone, "It's just a nickname," At this point we've been gone for about two hours, and jesus I had to pee. ( I know what your thinking, this author is a weirdo, well you're not wrong) "A nickname in which you gave to me" He brushed his hair from his face, the red caught the light and shined brightly in certain areas. "So you are saying if anyone gave you a nickname, preferably a male, you would think its cute?" I raised an eyebrow. "Nope only you." His answer was short and simple and clawed at my throat. Why does he think we are more than classmates? Damn, even I'm beginning to think that.

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