The Fic Without a Title

I wanted him, and the fact that he shoved me away only made me want him more.
I’m not giving up until he’s mine, and he’ll realise that he’s mine soon enough.
It happened this morning when I was on my way to English class. I shoved someone out of the way and into a kid who was standing at his locker. I wouldn’t have even looked at him, except for the fact that he called me a jerk.
I turned around, ready to punch the kid’s lights out, however I wasn’t prepared for the world to slow down as soon as I laid eyes on him, or to feel like I finally found the one thing that I’ve been missing.
I walked over to him, ignoring the person who squealed when I stepped on their feet.
“What’s your name?” I asked him. I tried to memorize every detail about his face, from his full bottom lip to his hazel eyes.
“Why does it matter to you?” He asked, glaring at me. Hmm, feisty. I like it.
“Because I like you and I’d like to know your name.” I said, smirking at the expression that went across his face that was followed by a fierce blush.
“It’s Gerard. You don’t even know me and you shoved me into someone. That shows an amazing example of character from you.”
I wanted him so much more now. Oh screw it.
I leaned forward and kissed him, smiling at him as he shoved me off of him and ran away in the crowd of people that were getting out of class.
I straightened the red tie I was wearing and continued on my way to English. I didn’t listen to what the teacher was saying, nor did I care about it.
The only thing on my mind was Gerard and how much I wanted to kiss him again.
“Mr. Iero? Are you even listening to the words coming out of my mouth?” The teacher asked, looking tired.
“Nope.” I grinned at him.
“Of course.” He looked disappointed. Like he wasn’t already used to me not paying attention to him. Gerard on my mind or not, I don’t make a point to listen to my teachers.
The teacher droned on for what seemed like hours. When the bell rang I was one of the first ones that walked out, ignoring the teacher asking me to stay.
I walked to the bathroom, splashing water over my face and running my finger over one of my fangs.
Someone walked in and squeaked when they saw me.
“Gerard?” I asked, smiling.

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