Gives You Hell
Hypocrite
Brendon’s P.O.V.
“Bren, do you have the answers to yesterday’s geometry homework?”
I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Jesus Christ, Ryan, I can’t keep giving you the answers to everything.”
“C’mon, dude, helping your best friend with the homework he was too lazy to do the night before is part of the bro-code.”
Ryan Ross, my best friend since we were kids, tended to use the “bro-code” as an excuse for everything. Personally, I never did believe in this nonexistent list of rules, but it was typically the only way to convince Ryan that he was wrong.
“The so-called bro-code also states that I don’t have to give in to your request, especially when you use the bro-code as an excuse.”
Ryan gave me a glare upon hearing my retort. “Thou hast spoke blasphemy towards the bro code! Blasphemy!”
“I love you, too, Ryan.”
Ryan huffed, “I guess I’ll get the answers off of Saporta later.”
The bell rang, signaling the start of Sociology. Immediately, a rather tall, awkward-looking kid ran in, panting hard. I laughed when I recognized him. The kid’s name was Mikey Way, who recently moved in from Newark.
Mikey was an awkward fellow- he was tall enough to be on the basketball team, but so thin, he could’ve been considered anorexic. His knees turned in towards each other, his glasses tended to slide down his nose, and he was the stereotypical embodiment of a high school spaz. I didn’t know much about him, but I decided that, from the moment I saw him, I didn’t like him. I wasn’t really one to go around and bully people, but for some reason or another, I got some strange satisfaction from hurting him. As far as I knew, his only friends were his brother and Justin Siegel, the bassist for the jazz band.
“Well, it’s good to see you, Mister Way,” the teacher said, “You’re not late this time, so I suppose I’ll spare you the detention.” Mikey just nodded in response, taking his seat next to Justin.
“Now, today, we will be discussing cultural norms. Please take out your notes and we shall begin…”
The bell rang, signaling the end of sixth period. I put away my Sociology notes, sighing. Cultural norms were really a pain to learn about, especially since they were so different from each country. To make matters worse, we’re supposed to have some big project, which the teacher said she’d discuss tomorrow.
“What do you think that project’s about, Bren?” Ryan asked.
“Probably researching cultural norms or some shit like that,” I replied, taking my physics book out of my locker. “I mean, why else would we-”
I was interrupted by the sound of some poor kid being slammed into a locker. I turned and saw our linebacker, Kellin Quinn, holding Mikey against the locker.
“Watch where you’re fucking going, you little faggot!” His face was an inch or so away from Mikey’s, yet the latter didn’t show much fear.
“First of all,” Mikey said, “You bumped into me. Second, you should probably not curse so much. You sound like a complete retard.”
Kellin slammed Mikey into the locker again, earning a groan of pain. “Shut the fuck up, Mikey Gay. You and your fucking boyfriend really should watch what you say around me!”
“Justin’s not my boyfriend.”
“You’re digging yourself a bigger hole, you little fag!”
“Should we stop him?” Ryan asked, “I feel like we should stop him.”
“Yeah, probably…” I walked up to Kellin and pulled him away. “Dude, if you keep doing this, you’ll be benched. Wait until after football season.”
I expected a word of thanks from Mikey, but he simply walked away with Justin. I saw that coming, considering the fact that I’m usually the one hurling insults, but the little brat could’ve at least acknowledged the fact that I saved his ass.
Once the hallway was clear, I punched Kellin in the gut.
“Dude, what the f-”
I said, “If I hear you say the word faggot or anything related to it, I’ll personally make sure that you won’t talk for a while. Understand?”
Kellin was too afraid to question me. “Y-y-yes, Brendon.”
“Well, you have to admit that it was rather hypocritical to call Kellin out when you’re usually the one who pushes Mikey around.”
“I don’t hit the kid,” I told my friend Pete. “And I definitely don’t go as far as to make fun of some kid’s sexuality. I mean, one of my best friends is gay, and you’re bi.”
“Even so,” Pete said, “It’s a pretty hypocritical move to verbally assault some poor kid, then defend him when someone else decides that it’d be fun to hurt that same kid.”
Pete Wentz was probably the most obnoxious, yet philosophical kid in school. There was no way anyone could hate him. Even the homophobes liked him. Seriously, Pete was immune to hate! One minute, he’ll be smoking pot in the restroom, then the next, he’ll chat up some kid contemplating suicide and make them feel loved. I guess that’s why we’re pretty good friends. If it’s something that I can’t go to Ryan about (or I’ve talked about it so much with Ryan, he gets sick of hearing it), I always go to Pete.
“Yeah, maybe it is,” I conceded, “But I can’t help it!”
“Well, it’s human nature. We have sitcoms and movies to blame for this,” Pete said, “I mean, it’s an age-old story- nerds and jocks just do not mix. Keep in mind, we’re all decent people, really, but we’re afraid that our friends will reject us. Subconsciously, you might think that Mikey’s actually a pretty cool guy, but consciously, you’re too worried about how the football team will react to you being friends with their favorite punching bag.”
Ah, this was philosophical Pete talking. Hard to believe that we’re friends, right?
“Y’know, I have a hard time believing that you’re the same guy that smokes weed in the restrooms.”
“I get that a lot.” Pete crossed his arms and sighed. “Look, Bren, I’m not saying that you have to like him. I’m saying that you need to choose whether or not you want to hurt him or leave him alone. Things like this could end terribly, and I know for a fact that you do not want to face the wrath of Gerard Way.”
“Now, as I’m sure you all remember,” the teacher said, “we will be starting a project today. This will be a partner project-”
Upon hearing that, everyone cheered. However, the teacher interrupted our celebration with a cough.
“Don’t get too excited. Since the last partner project failed miserably, as very few of you actually did your work, I have taken the liberty of choosing your partners.”
“What?”
“Are you serious?”
“Oh, come on!”
“Stop your complaining,” the teacher said. She grabbed her clipboard and began reading off names.
“Bob, you’ll be working with Kellin…” She continued reading, and I tuned out until I heard my name.
“Brendon, you’re working with Mikey.”
Even from across the room, I could see Mikey’s eyes widen. He gave the teacher a sideways glance, silently questioning her sanity. He then gave me a look, which pretty much radiated hate and anger.
I determined that this would not end well.
“Bren, do you have the answers to yesterday’s geometry homework?”
I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Jesus Christ, Ryan, I can’t keep giving you the answers to everything.”
“C’mon, dude, helping your best friend with the homework he was too lazy to do the night before is part of the bro-code.”
Ryan Ross, my best friend since we were kids, tended to use the “bro-code” as an excuse for everything. Personally, I never did believe in this nonexistent list of rules, but it was typically the only way to convince Ryan that he was wrong.
“The so-called bro-code also states that I don’t have to give in to your request, especially when you use the bro-code as an excuse.”
Ryan gave me a glare upon hearing my retort. “Thou hast spoke blasphemy towards the bro code! Blasphemy!”
“I love you, too, Ryan.”
Ryan huffed, “I guess I’ll get the answers off of Saporta later.”
The bell rang, signaling the start of Sociology. Immediately, a rather tall, awkward-looking kid ran in, panting hard. I laughed when I recognized him. The kid’s name was Mikey Way, who recently moved in from Newark.
Mikey was an awkward fellow- he was tall enough to be on the basketball team, but so thin, he could’ve been considered anorexic. His knees turned in towards each other, his glasses tended to slide down his nose, and he was the stereotypical embodiment of a high school spaz. I didn’t know much about him, but I decided that, from the moment I saw him, I didn’t like him. I wasn’t really one to go around and bully people, but for some reason or another, I got some strange satisfaction from hurting him. As far as I knew, his only friends were his brother and Justin Siegel, the bassist for the jazz band.
“Well, it’s good to see you, Mister Way,” the teacher said, “You’re not late this time, so I suppose I’ll spare you the detention.” Mikey just nodded in response, taking his seat next to Justin.
“Now, today, we will be discussing cultural norms. Please take out your notes and we shall begin…”
The bell rang, signaling the end of sixth period. I put away my Sociology notes, sighing. Cultural norms were really a pain to learn about, especially since they were so different from each country. To make matters worse, we’re supposed to have some big project, which the teacher said she’d discuss tomorrow.
“What do you think that project’s about, Bren?” Ryan asked.
“Probably researching cultural norms or some shit like that,” I replied, taking my physics book out of my locker. “I mean, why else would we-”
I was interrupted by the sound of some poor kid being slammed into a locker. I turned and saw our linebacker, Kellin Quinn, holding Mikey against the locker.
“Watch where you’re fucking going, you little faggot!” His face was an inch or so away from Mikey’s, yet the latter didn’t show much fear.
“First of all,” Mikey said, “You bumped into me. Second, you should probably not curse so much. You sound like a complete retard.”
Kellin slammed Mikey into the locker again, earning a groan of pain. “Shut the fuck up, Mikey Gay. You and your fucking boyfriend really should watch what you say around me!”
“Justin’s not my boyfriend.”
“You’re digging yourself a bigger hole, you little fag!”
“Should we stop him?” Ryan asked, “I feel like we should stop him.”
“Yeah, probably…” I walked up to Kellin and pulled him away. “Dude, if you keep doing this, you’ll be benched. Wait until after football season.”
I expected a word of thanks from Mikey, but he simply walked away with Justin. I saw that coming, considering the fact that I’m usually the one hurling insults, but the little brat could’ve at least acknowledged the fact that I saved his ass.
Once the hallway was clear, I punched Kellin in the gut.
“Dude, what the f-”
I said, “If I hear you say the word faggot or anything related to it, I’ll personally make sure that you won’t talk for a while. Understand?”
Kellin was too afraid to question me. “Y-y-yes, Brendon.”
“Well, you have to admit that it was rather hypocritical to call Kellin out when you’re usually the one who pushes Mikey around.”
“I don’t hit the kid,” I told my friend Pete. “And I definitely don’t go as far as to make fun of some kid’s sexuality. I mean, one of my best friends is gay, and you’re bi.”
“Even so,” Pete said, “It’s a pretty hypocritical move to verbally assault some poor kid, then defend him when someone else decides that it’d be fun to hurt that same kid.”
Pete Wentz was probably the most obnoxious, yet philosophical kid in school. There was no way anyone could hate him. Even the homophobes liked him. Seriously, Pete was immune to hate! One minute, he’ll be smoking pot in the restroom, then the next, he’ll chat up some kid contemplating suicide and make them feel loved. I guess that’s why we’re pretty good friends. If it’s something that I can’t go to Ryan about (or I’ve talked about it so much with Ryan, he gets sick of hearing it), I always go to Pete.
“Yeah, maybe it is,” I conceded, “But I can’t help it!”
“Well, it’s human nature. We have sitcoms and movies to blame for this,” Pete said, “I mean, it’s an age-old story- nerds and jocks just do not mix. Keep in mind, we’re all decent people, really, but we’re afraid that our friends will reject us. Subconsciously, you might think that Mikey’s actually a pretty cool guy, but consciously, you’re too worried about how the football team will react to you being friends with their favorite punching bag.”
Ah, this was philosophical Pete talking. Hard to believe that we’re friends, right?
“Y’know, I have a hard time believing that you’re the same guy that smokes weed in the restrooms.”
“I get that a lot.” Pete crossed his arms and sighed. “Look, Bren, I’m not saying that you have to like him. I’m saying that you need to choose whether or not you want to hurt him or leave him alone. Things like this could end terribly, and I know for a fact that you do not want to face the wrath of Gerard Way.”
“Now, as I’m sure you all remember,” the teacher said, “we will be starting a project today. This will be a partner project-”
Upon hearing that, everyone cheered. However, the teacher interrupted our celebration with a cough.
“Don’t get too excited. Since the last partner project failed miserably, as very few of you actually did your work, I have taken the liberty of choosing your partners.”
“What?”
“Are you serious?”
“Oh, come on!”
“Stop your complaining,” the teacher said. She grabbed her clipboard and began reading off names.
“Bob, you’ll be working with Kellin…” She continued reading, and I tuned out until I heard my name.
“Brendon, you’re working with Mikey.”
Even from across the room, I could see Mikey’s eyes widen. He gave the teacher a sideways glance, silently questioning her sanity. He then gave me a look, which pretty much radiated hate and anger.
I determined that this would not end well.
Notes
I should've been working on my creative writing assignment, but instead, I'm doing another collab.
@trini47
Not to sound rude or anything, but we've been incredibly busy lately and fan fiction takes a backseat to the real world. I'm not sure when it will be updated, but it will (eventually) be updated.
6/20/14