What's the Worst thing I can Say?

Gerard’s POV
I could feel the autumn breeze passing my face as I took in a deep breath, relieved to be out of school. The first day is never the best, and I understood that with great comprehension. Today, I got a few chuckles from people calling me ‘emo’ or ‘Goth’, but nothing too bad. I didn’t have to use my blades today either, which is a real breakthrough.

Usually, my pale visual gives the teens a shiver. Or the fact where I carry a DVD of The Shining everywhere I go. Whatever it is, I shouldn’t care. I have too many problems to deal with; teasing or name-calling isn’t worth fixing.

Jabbing the key through the keyhole, I entered my house. Empty, as usual. I start the rest of my day by setting up the couch with pillows and blankets, popping popcorn, and picking out movies. I wanted to make a surprise family movie night. I chose the movies that my brother and my parents like, ignoring my own opinion. I pick them out of our movie crate and leave them by the TV.

“I wonder if they want coffee…” I said to no one in particular.

I stare at the rusty coffee maker in our kitchen and search through multiple cabinets for the coffee. I find the bag, empty. I’ll just get some from Starbucks, it’s better anyways.

I pull the door open and get on my bike. Sadly, freshmen don’t drive cars.

I attach a basket to my bicycle and hop on, excited to go to the shop. As I make my way past roads, I realize I may be the only bike on the streets. I keep calm and kept my mind on the coffee, on my family.
The lady in green logo catches my eye, and I take a deep turn into the parking lot. I leave my bike on a row of racks outside of the store. I then walk inside, the light and warmth stinging my eyes and skin. I choose the usual espresso for me; I don’t drink anything special. For the rest of my family, I choose Pumpkin Spice lattes.

When it was my turn to order, I told the cashier what I wanted. “Here’s your change, sir.”

She smiled at me, the first one I’ve seen today. “It’s a tip.”

“A ten dollar tip? Are you sure?”

“Money is the least of my worries,” I reply. “Keep it. You deserve it.”

“Okay, well what name do you want to put your order as?”

“Gerard.”

“We’ll call you when it’s ready.”
“Thank you,” I answer.
I decide to sit by the window to pass time. I look around the café, noticing how full it was. I knew Starbucks was a popular place, but this one was packed. Packed with teenagers. I happen to be deathly afraid of teenagers.

“Gerard?” a worker calls.

Spying my surroundings, I pick up my order. Immediately when I turn, I see a group of teens right behind me. How they managed to sneak by me that quietly, is beyond me. Without a word, I squeeze myself through the group. One of them notices me fleeing and stops me at the door.

“Gerard, you go to our school, right?” He smiled, but it was grim and shallow. His blonde hair is gelled up, gaining the guy a good three inches. He chuckled as I nodded. That’s when he slashed his arm at my tray of coffees, and I nervously bent down and picked them up before they lost too much liquid. I shook one, realizing it was only half full.

“Oh my gosh,” one girl says sarcastically. “You spilled the poor emo’s coffee. I’ll give him mine.”

Before getting up, a burning sensation spread from my head to my back. Shit, my Maiden shirt!

I tilted my head to find all of them pouring their coffee onto me. I attempted to get up, only to fail while slipping on the spilt beverage. I ignore their constant laughing and take my half-full drinks to my bike.

Well, to my bike that isn’t there.

So, I started to walk at the side of the streets until I arrived home. It was 10:00 already, so Mikey and my parents would be home at the time I arrived; 11:00.
The coffee was cold, but that’s what microwaves are for. I open the door and take a look inside my house. It was empty.
My phone, charging in the kitchen, had a little notification symbol for a recorded message being sent. It was from Mikey.

“Gerard, my job’s asking for a change in schedule. I go to work directly from school, so I can’t hang out much. Mom and Dad are helping some wounded soldiers in Cali, and well, they left during school hours. We got the whole house to ourselves; we can do anything! I love you, bro.”

I pull off my Iron Maiden shirt and go to the laundry room to clean the stain.

Notes

This is my first chapter I've ever written :3

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