Broken Hearts Can't Be Fixed? (Frerard)

Cold hands roamed their way underneath my shirt, tracing my ribs. I gave out a light groan, opening my eyes just a crack. It was still dark, but I caught a glimpse of brilliant red hair. What the fuck?
"G-Gerard? What are you doing h-" Warm lips covered mine, pressing deep kisses almost bruisingly into mine. W-what? He let out a strangled moan, pulling away only to jerk my shirt over my head.
His eyes were a molten gold, shimmering intensly as he gazed down at me, studying. A shiver raced down my spine, and a strange feeling crept its way into my skin. What is this...
His brows furrowed, an annoyed look painting his face. "Time to wake up boy..."

I jolted straight up, gasping. What the actual fuck? Groaning, I dragged myself out of bed, catching a glimpse of the clock. It was still early, or at least early enough for me to take a shower. My skin felt greasy and slick, a disgusting film caked into my pores. My eyes stung painfully as I flipped on the bathroom light. In the mirror, my face looked thin. Tinged with a sickly green, and blue veined, only emphasizing the dark circles around my eyes. It looked like I was dying, or half dead. I felt like it too. I wiped a hand over my face, as if it was going to take away the grossness. Ugh... No such luck today.... I turned the shower on, waiting until the water became scalding. It felt good against my skin, leaving my back red, but clean. It helped me think, helped me put together all of the puzzle pieces of life.

What could it mean?.... Life is but a dream.... What was he trying to say? What was he trying to prove? That he was better than all of us? That he was better than any officer or any high school kid? Was it just some game? Was there even a point to any of his killings? I don't know... the questions stuck to the back of my mind like hot tar. Burning and creating a foundation for itself. It doesn't make sense...

Life is but a dream... The words felt too familiar to be coincidence. Pointedly aimed at me. The water began running cold, so I decided to get out and get ready. I looked in the mirror again. The heat brought a little bit of color back. I padded back to my closet, riffling through heaps of clothing. I picked out a plain red t-shirt and black jeans and began sliding them on. My hair was just going to stay the way it was. I shuffled over to the corner where my backpack lay, grabbing it and shuffling out to meet my dad.

He smiled at me, opening the door and getting into his car, me following suit. It must have been a very long night for him, judging by the dark circles around his eyes. I help my bag in my lap, looking out of my window.

“How’s school going?” He asked, breaking the awkward silence.

“Good.” I replied boredly.

“I heard you have a new classmate. The new kid in town, what’s his name? Greg, Greyson?” He asked just as we pulled up to the school. I immediately spotted the person in question’s fire-truck red hair.

“It’s Gerard.” I opened my door and left him with that. He could easily look up Gerard’s records if he wanted to know who he was. I pushed my way through the hordes of people that crowded the entrance. All of them being part of Ashley’s clique.

“Hey goth boy! Have a nice night cutting yourself?” Ashley sneered, stepping into my path. Her whole group erupted with laughter, egging her on.

I gritted my teeth. Calm, calm, calm… Don’t let this bimbo get to you… “Why thank you for the concern, slut-face. Have a good night whoring yourself around the school? Oh wait, I forget, no one likes left overs.” She turned bright red, face falling for a split second before morphing into a devious grin.

“You bet I did. I even got that scrumptious red head- what’s his name…. Gerard- to say the least, he’s an animal in bed!” She squealed. The bitch is lying. I knew for a fact that Gerard didn’t sleep with her. He wouldn’t even think about sleeping with a bitch of her caliber, would he? Wait- why do I care?! Gerard was leaning against a wall, obviously bored. He perked up immediately once he saw me. A wave of heat crawled its way up from the pit of my stomach, reaching all the way up past my cheeks.

“Whoa, it looks like someone didn’t get much sleep last night.” Gerard quipped, joining me on the way to my English class.

“Just shut up. I was busy last night, studying.” I lied. Well, it was kinda the truth if gathering evidence illegally counts.

He knew just as much as I did that it wasn't the case, he wore a smirk that said it all. “Mmmmhmmm…”

I rubbed my eyes tiredly, lazily making my way to class with him trailing behind. In the classroom, Mr. E was already spazzing out on coffee, and organizing his papers before class.

His eyes lit up once he saw us enter. “Aw! Boys!” He rushed over, handing us stacks of paper. Gerard looked so confused. “Just put one of each on every table.” Mr. E went back to fiddling around at his desk leaving us in an awkward silence.

After I finished, Gerard was already sat in the seat next to mine. Damn he was fast. I eyed him. Strange… The rest of the class began filing in as the bell rang, loud and grumbling with the exception of a few snickers from Ashley’s crowd. Today she sported a light pink tank-top and a pair of tiny jean shorts, holding a petite Coach bag at the bend of her elbow. Her eyes lock with mine as she passes by, glaring. I felt my eyes narrowing on their own accord. Bitch.
I grudgingly turn my head down to the paper in front of me, reading the title. 'Mock Investigation Project'. I raised an eyebrow. What the hell is Mr. E thinking? I read through the page, settling on the last bit of information:

As part of the project, it will be required that you work in a group chosen randomly by the instructor. Roles may include Chief investigators, investigators, victims, suspects, bystanders, prosecutors, family members of the deceased, and later on in the investigation, the prosecutors, the jury, and the judge.

*Note: All positions are finalized upon assignment.

I glared down at the paper. This has got to be a joke. I glanced up at the teacher, silently pleading for a lesser role. Please, just make me one of the bystanders... Please...

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