SCARRLETT'S P.O.V

I woke to the obnoxious beeping of the alarm clock on the table next to me. With a stiff sigh I rolled over and started aimlessly smacking around in search of the snooze button. Finally when I couldn't find it my arm dropped down behind the night stand and pulled the plug from the outlet, leaving my room in eerie silence.

"Fuuuuuckkkk." I groaned, rolling over and pushing my hand through my hair, brushing my bangs out of my face. I stared up at the Green Day poster pinned up on the ceiling right above my head.

"I really don't wanna go to school today." I sighed, sitting up from the bed. I started blindly searching for my phone in my sea of blankets.

"Maybe I could just skip and see if Gerard's free?" I thought, turning my cell on and opening my text messages.

"Nah, that won't work worth a shit. I haven't missed a single day so if I randomly miss one they will definitely be suspicious."

With a slight yawn I looked down at the small screen in my hand, opening the conversation from last night with Gerard. I smiled to myself as I reread the messages that were sent back and forth with each other during the course of hours.

When I had every last text read, I sighed once last time and pulled myself out from under my warm covers and rose from the bed in one big stretch. Once I heard my back pop a sufficient amount of times I shuffles over to my closet where I began to file through all of my shirts.

"Panic at the Disco...Nirvana...Of Mice and Men...Bring me the Horizon...All Time Low...." I mumbled to myself as I pushed the hangers passed. I finally saw my favorite Sleeping with Sirens shirt and plucked it from it's hanger.

Walking over in front of my mirror I pulled it on over my head before stepping into my light denim skinny jeans and pulling them up my legs, hopping around to get them to rest on my hips comfortably.

I ran my fingers through my hair and shuffled over to my dresser where my eyeliner and mascara lay. I quickly went through the routine with ease before slipping my worn, black Chuck high-tops on and walking from my room and down the hall into the kitchen.

I flopped down in one of the chair around the table and grabbed an apple from the basket in the middle. Taking a large bite from one side I pulled my phone from my pocket and turned it on, instantly clicking on my Tumblr app where I was met with a dashboard full of band photos and the same Starbuck's cup and ice cream cone twenty times in a row.

After about a half an hour of seeing the same things over and over again, I switched my phone off and slipped it into my back pocket before standing from my chair and dropping my apple core into the trash can.

I shuffled to the foyer and picked up my backpack from the floor, slinging it over my shoulder and opening the front door. I stepped out into the bright morning sunlight and closed it behind me.

Reaching into the side pocket I pulled out my headphones and them my phone before plugging them in and starting a random playlist and beginning my short commute to Belleville High School, just blocked from my house.

***

"Geeeeeeeeeeeeee."

Typing...

"What kid?"

"I hate school :c"

Typing...

"Then drop out like I did."

"I can't. My dad would kill me."

Typing...

"Then quit your bitching about it. lol"

"Oh bite me asshole."

Typing...

"Oh! I didn't know Miss Perfect had a kinky side!"

"So not funny Gerard!"

Typing...

"But it is."

"Whatever. Anyway are you doing anything right now?"

Typing....

"Nope."

"Kay. Where are you?"

Typing...

"The skate park off of seventh."

"Okay. I'll see ya in like 20-ish."

Typing...

"Okay, see ya Scarrlett. :)"

***

"Gerard!" I yelled across the parking lot as I walked across the asphalt.

"Hey you!" He shouted back, waving at me before jogging up to me. "How're you?" he asked, throwing one of his lanky arms over my shoulders.

"I'm alright. You?' I smiled, looking up to him as we walked over to a group of guys all in skinny jeans standing around. As we got closer I could smell the lethal mix of cheap alcohol and weed.

"I'm fantastic!" Gee yelped with enthusiasm before stopping right by the little pod of people.

"Who the hell is this?" a short one slurred, pointing slowly in my general direction.

"This is Scarrlett. Scarrlett, this is Frank, Bob, Ray, Brendon, Patrick, Pete, Andy, and Mikey, my little brother." Gerard recited, gesturing to the corresponding people."

About half of them mumbled something along the lines of a greeting while the rest looked me up and down, probably thinking about trying to get into bed with me.

"H-I there." I muttered shyly, running my fingers slowly through my hair in a nervous way.

"Well why'd she here? Because I doubt she wants to drink. She's probably a pussy like you are Gerard." the first one smirked. I'm assuming he was frank and I can just say if he's this much of an ass drunk, I'd hate to see him when he's sober.

"How do you know? I could be here to get high." I replied before feeling the smile disappear from my face. "Oh that's right, I don't want to waste the rest of my life battling an addiction."

"Listen sweetheart." Frank started, stepping up really close to me. I nearly gagged at the stench of liquor and pot floating from himself into my airways. "I'm not addicted. I can stop any time I want. so just face it, I don't even know you and I can already tell that you are a tight ass pussy, just like our Gerard here."

I haven't known the guy for five minutes and I already know that we won't be getting along well...at all.

Notes

oh hey! I'm actually updating this one! Yay!
Sorry If it's shit...I'm as tired as tired can be because of my camp
But any way, it's MCR day so I figure y'all deserve at least one update.
I'll try updating my other two stories as well but we'll see how much longer the caffeine lasts.