It started with an art lesson

"Hey Siena, what are you working the graveyard shift here?" He asks

"I need the money" I shrug "now what can I get for you?"

"Small vanilla latte" he orders I nod and write down his name.

"Ok that will be $3.40"

"Here you go" he hands me a 5 and tells me to keep the change. I thank him and he leaves. My shift soon ends, and I scurry to my car and drive off to my motel room

I pull into a parking space in the lot and walk to my door. I go inside and sit on the full sized bed. I sigh as I look around the room. One tiny kitchen, a full sized bed, tv, a dresser, and a bathroom. This was my home... I finish my homework within an hour, I glance at the clock. 9:30pm, strange.... Normally it's not until 12 that I finish everything. I take out Gerard's business card, I stare at it for a while debating whether to call it or not. I finally give in and take out my phone. The phone continues to ring as I wait patiently for someone to pick up.

"Gerard way speaking and you are?" He asks through the phone

"Siena Mathews speaking" I say copying his tone.

"Hi Siena, how are you?"

"Good, nothing's changed since we've seen each other like 20 minutes ago... And about art lessons, what time is it and what's the prices" I ask

"For six weeks twice a week is 350 and twelve weeks twice a week is 400" he says

"That's sounds great, and where would the lessons be?" I ask

"Doesn't matter, I can come there or it can be at school. Wherever"

"Alright cool, how bout you come here I'm to lazy to go anywhere" I laugh

"Alright cool, and you live?"

"In the star motel room 37b" I tell him "K, when's do you want the lesson?" "

Tomorrow good? Around like 8ish" I ask

"Sounds awesome. See you tomorrow" he says

"Alright bio" i hang up and lay on my bed. I feel sleep starting to consume me as I stare at the white ceiling.

*The next day*

I make my way down the halls past the bullying and hurtful words to my class. I sit down in chemistry and groan. Oh how I hate this class. I start copying the notes into my notebook just as Erik sits next to me. I hate Erik almost the same as I hate this class. Erik's this "bad boy" or so he thinks, he tries to hard at being bad. His leather jacket and his man whore attitude really turns all the girls on...

"Hey babe" he winks as he sits I ignore him and continue to work. "Did you hear me? I said hey babe!" He raises his voice

"I heard you, now why don't you shut your face hole and pay attention to the class" I spat

"You know you can't resist me" "I know I CAN resist And I know I will so why don't you be quite and stop taking... WAIT! No why don't you stop breathing? That's even better than talking!" I retort

"Is there a problem miss Matthews?" Mrs.holly asks

"Yeah there actually is" I mutter

"And what would that be" she says as she places her hand on her hip

"The problem is this bitch won't have sex with me!" Erik interrupts

"Erik, you can't force someone to do that! Go to the office now!" She shouts. I put a smug little smirk on my face as he leaves.

"See ya babe!" He shouts as he leaves. I roll my eyes and wait for this class to be over. Soon the bell rings, and I make my way to art. Gerard is already there speaking to the class. I slip into my seat.

"Alright class! I want you to draw your favorite comic character. If you don't have one, research one!"

"Who are you drawing?" Avery asks

"Uh I think Harley and the joker. You?"

"Bbrae all the way bitch" she laughs We continue to sketch, I glance at Avery's paper. Shit... Hers looks excatly like the comics. And I look down at mine and I see Harley and the joker kissing with blood everywhere and Harley holding a heart. Eh it's not as bad I thought.. Gerard starts to look at everyone's work.

"That's amazing" he says as he comes to our table

"Thanks" we say in unison not looking up from our work.

"I want to talk to you at lunch about classes ok?" Gerard asks, I nod and continue.

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