To This Day

The rest of the day was a mixed blur of 'happy birthdays' and 'it's your birthday?', so forth. I was walking out of history towards my lockers, Lea was jittery from god knows what and Frank told us to meet at his house after we get changed.

The walk home was considerably boring, I've fallen into this routine that consists of; waking up at six thirty, walking to school, school, walking home, saying hello to nobody in the house because my parents are at 'work and then sleeping or studying. To say that my life was boring was an understatement, I know it's seems as if I'm not grateful for what I have but it's just that there's nothing to do! I haven't felt the rush of adrenaline in forever, the only guy I've had a civil conversation with is Frank. That is beyond sad. It's senior year for Christs sake! This year better be good or there's a possibility that I might go insane. Oh look at me, complaining about wanting excitement and change yet I don't do anything to assist it.

Okay then it's settled. Devon Stone is now a changed lady. This year is going out in a bang. whether i likes it or not.

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As I stepped out of the steamy toilet, a cold gust of air caressed my body sending shivers down my bare back. I waddled over to my wardrobe and rummaged through it. A changed Dev means a change in wardrobe. I'll have to keep that in mind next time I go shopping. All my clothes are over sized and baggy, after all that weight I had disappeared, my mom insisted on buying me skimpy tight clothes which I didn't want. She said that, I was now socially acceptable and I should embrace my physique. Uh no thanks. Nevertheless she still bought my fitting clothes, that I shoved to the darkest corners of my wardrobe.

After about ten minutes of scavenging for those clothes I hid, I put on a pair of black skinny jeans and slipped on a red cropped shirt that ended at about my navel. Grabbing my sling bag and phone I ran downstairs, grabbed a black beanie and locked the door on the way out.

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The September air blew through my hair as I strolled down to Franks house; which was three houses down from mine. We all lived close, sure it was nice, but I don't particularly like having Lea standing outside my Balcony at three am every time her parents got mad at her. That was a monthly thing, usually the third week in. She'd repeatedly knock on the sliding doors until I dragged my out of bed to comfort her.

I came up the few steps that were placed in front of a large oak wood door, I didn't bother knocking, none of us do. Our parents are like best friends so Lea's parents' and Frank's are practically mine too.

I sung the door open and walked right in, of course as clumsy as I am, I walked straight into someone else. I fell to the ground on my but and all the contents of my bag spilled out. I hastily grabbed everything while apologizing repeatedly. I expected whoever I crashed into to help me pick the stuff up, and then we'd look into each others eyes' and then we'd fall in love. However my life is nothing close to a fictional story, let alone romantic. I got back up and straightened out my clothes still not looking up to the persons face, At this point I was still muttering profanities about my clumsiness, in response I earned a low chuckle from the person in front. "Ah fucking shit I'm so sorry" I shouldn't be apologizing but it's an instinct, he should be though.

I looked up as my eyes met a pair of stunning hazel eyes. It was an angel had touched this man, he had flaming red hair that cascaded down to his shoulders, only having the tips lightly brush against them, his jaw was prominent much like every other feature he had on his face. Damn..."Like what you see" Ah, cocky. What did I expect? A kind gentleman that'd open doors for me? Ahaha grow up Dev. I was about to say some stupid comment but when I opened my mouth nothing came out.
I probably looked like a fool, where the fuck is Frank? someone save me or I'll die from embarrassment. "I-I-I um... it was my b-bag-Sorry.." Wow. That was a great response Stone. Best in the fucking world, I deserve a medal.

His gaze traveled from my legs up to my face as he nodded as if in approvement. Holy hell is he checking me out!? Okay flipping shit stay calm. Don't blush Dev don't fucking do it. I swea-"Wait...CUPCAKE?!?"

No.

Absolutely not. There is no way in hell.

"Cupcake is that you?!?!" Okay no, just stay calm. There's thousands of people that could be called Cupcake. I am not one of them. My name is Devon Marie Stone and i have never ever met this guy in the entirety of my life. "...no?" Nice fucking going. Did it have to sound so much like a question?

By now my eyes were trying not to fall out of their sockets and I tried my best to not tremble with fear as it is affirmative that I am standing face to face with the boy who made my primary life a living hell.

His eyes were burning through me and I just stayed silent. Praying for someone or something to disturb this extremely uncomfortable meeting. I merely nodded in response knowing there was no way out of this. I hoped to god that he didn't see me nod. If he did, all Hell's breaking loose. Again.

"Devon! Is that you? help me carry this shit from the basement" Damn you Frank Iero. Out of all the times you only come to help me now? And why the flipping hell would you use my name.
It's over. My life is over. Courtney is no longer the she-devil. There's a new asshole in town.

The look of confusion that was plastered to his face disappeared and a knowing smirk re-appeared instead. Yep he totally saw that nod.


"Stone." he leaned to his side, putting his weight on his left leg. That smirk on his face was still there, I don't think it ever left honestly.
"Way."This is like one of those cowboy films where they're having a duel in town center. With the tumbleweeds and everything, except instead of Cowboys there was a vicious cat and a scared little mouse. And the cat's name so happens to be Gerard fucking Way.

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