What's the Worst thing I can Say?

Gerard's POV
I walk through the school with one ear bud on, listening to Smashing Pumpkins. I had a Misfits tee and a Rolling Stones hoodie on, so of course I gained stares from every direction. I stuff my backpack into my locker, pick up my things and lightly kick it closed. I could still feel the coffee burns around my spine; it ached severely.

Science was pretty straight-forward, so were my other core classes. However, I struggled in P.E.It's mandatory in my school to take H.P.E, so I had no choice. Health was a breeze for me, but physical activity was not my strongest. Perhaps my weakest.

Today, we just ran for most of the time. I was jogging slowly, watching as the other guys sprinted to take a girl's breath away. I brought out my iPod, and I thought a little Metallica wouldn't hurt. Ah...so much better.The guitars' symphonies were like a lullaby, slowly drifting me someplace. Anywhere, but here.

Suddenly, someone's hand had gotten a hold of my wrist. The hand had passed a finger over my day-old cuts, sizzling my skin. I yelped in pain, not daring to turn and see who it was.

I knew it. It was one of them, a hasty teen. I uncurl their fingers from my wrist and jog faster. Soon I was running. Sprinting.

I must say, teenagers scare the living shit outa me.

Notes

New chapter :D I enjoy feedback and suggestions