Struggling with more Ways than one

"Pc or console?" Mikey asks as we make our way to school.
"Gosh that's hard," I say as I think.
"I know right there's so much to choose from on each option."
I take a minute before I tell Mikes my answer.
"Pc."
"Me too, but why?" His coffee eyes are full of wonder and curiosity.
"Well with Pc usually if your shit goes down it can be something with the game so you can reinstall it and solve the problem, if there's a problem on console usually that means you're fucked." I laugh as Mikey realizes the truth in my answer.
"Has anyone ever told you you're smart?" Mikey says with a good natured laugh.
"No, but I have been called a stupid emo bitch," I mumble as I look down at my feet. Mikey pauses and rests his hands on my shoulders.
"Never let them take the light behind your eyes Fletcher, always remember that you have Gerard and I if you need anyone to talk to."
I think back to last night when Gerard asked me if I needed to talk, and I truly do, but it just doesn't feel right; it will come out when the time is right. I thank Mikey and we walk up to the mouth of Belleville. He holds open the front door for me and lets me go first, such a gentleman. "Hey I gotta go catch up in calculus, I'll see ya around Fletch." He says waving me off and heading upstairs. For the first time in a long time I walk with a confident stride. I have on my favorite outfit consisting of gray ripped jeans, black high-tops, a red rolling stones tee, and a black sleeve-less hoodie. I turn the hall to make my way to Biology when I see them.
Dressed head to toe in Hollister and Abercrombie I see their bleach blonde and brunette locks from a mile away. Their faces caked in makeup, lips covered in gloss, gum being chomped, their pink outfits, everything about them screams 'Heyo I'm a bitch and I'm popular but no one knows why'. I try to keep my cool as I walk down the hallway they're in control of. I feel like I'm going through an airport checkpoint, being looked over for flaws or things that weren't acceptable to the populars.
"Hey it's the Screamo Emo Whore!" Trish, one of Rebeka's minions yells pointing and laughing, causing the others to do the same. I roll my eyes and try to continue to my destination, not being responsive to their actions, that is until my face collides with the cold linoleum floor. Rebeka pushes the heel of her shoe into my neck to make me stay on the floor. She leans down and whispers:
"Get used to this you emo fuck up, cuz after this life the only place you're going is down." Her words are filled with venom just like Randy's and all the other bastards who bully me are. I would say I'm used to it and I was until this year, the year I decided that life is a bunch of shit. I guess that made me more sensitive even though I shouldn't give a fuck because I know I'm content with a visit from the grim reaper. I study the specs of green and blue on the porcelain white floor until Rebeka and her little 'Bitchel' decide to let me go, but not without a good kick to the stomach.
I run off to the bio room where I put my head down until the bell rings, hoping that this day would go quickly unlike most.
*
I felt like I was stuck in a jar of molasses until lunch. where I headed to the bathroom to see the damage Rebeka had done. I lift my shirt to see a deep violet bruise on my stomach. I look in the mirror to see a few small cuts which I clean up before heading back to lunch. Unlike most 'emos' I don't eat in the bathroom, but instead I listen to my iPod in the far back of the cafeteria, this session I am once again unbothered and grateful for that. In the intervals between lunch and last period I head to the bathroom to play on my phone/check tumblr. The bell rings and I figure Gerard'll be fine f I'm not there for 5 minutes. Only was it 25 minutes later that I had been in there for half an hour, and I was alerted about this by the intercom blaring my name.
"CAN FLETCHER BORES PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT OFFICE IMMEDIALTY, ATTENTION IF FLETCHER BORES IS IN THE BUILDING SHE NEEDS TO REPORT TO THE FRONT OFFICE."
I sigh and put my phone in my pocket and make my way up to the front office where the 2 bitchy office ladies and an anxious Gerard await me. Gerard doesn't notice me a first, nor do the office ladies so I tap on the glass like a puppy in a store. Gerard turns around and his expression is not as ecstatic as I had thought it would be. Instead it is one of complete fury. If looks could kill Gerard would have me on the floor in record time.
"You have detention Fletcher Bores, with me this afternoon." He grabs me by the wrist and I let out a yelp because of my scars but his grip doesn't loosen. We walk down the hallway and Gerard's angry expression remains stoic all the way to the art room. He opens the door and orders me to my seat. I pull out my sketchbook and wok quietly, every so often looking up at Gerard who's glaring at me from across the room over his shoes. The final bell rings dismissing everyone but me, I swallow hard still confused on what has Gerard's knickers in such a twist.
"Hello Fletcher Bores," Gerard says as he writes his name on the board "Welcome to hell."
I gulp realizing that this was going to be most unpleasant and what he probably thinks I did.
He thinks I ditched.

Notes

I have nothing against people who wear Hollister or a&f it's just usually the people who were like Trish and Rebeka in my middle school years wore that and acted like that. >.> And I changed the jock bullies name to Randy because I realized I repeated a name in the story who were two individual unrelated characters.
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