With Every Blade You Stain

"Hey"
"It's Gerard"
I think I might just die. I glanced up and a noticed a couple of the 'popular' girls staring at me and whispering. I quickly wiped the maniacal grin off my face, and with it came the bitter taste of blood, and the realisation that I was still in the class with bullies. Without a second thought I grabbed my shit, stuffed it in my bag and left as quickly as possible.
Two minutes and forty three seconds later I was standing infront of the mirror in the girls bathroom, trying to stop the flow of blood from somewhere in my mouth. How the fuck had those stupid guys managed to use my school uniform to hurt me? I mean, come on. This is getting ridiculous.
Then my phone buzzed and I remembered why I was here in the first place.
"Do you wanna meet up later? That doesn't sound too creepy right?"
I laughed, not just because it kinda was a bit creepy, but because it was GERARD WAY.
Omgsomeonehelpithinkimdying.
Then another text came through and I realised I was probably being rude.
"It's fine if you don't.... Sorry if I'm bothering you"
Bothering me? Seriously! Wow.
I quickly typed a reply.
"Hi! Sorry I was just in class"
Maybe I should have left off the exclamation mark.
"You're not ditching again are you?" He asked and I felt sort of guilty when I typed "no" because I was.
Oh well.
"What time does your school finish"
He clearly had no intention of stopping this conversation any time soon, which I had no objection to.
"3:20pm, but I get home at 4:30"
"How does it take you an hour and ten minutes to get home? How far from school do you live!"
He has a good point.
"My school bus is really slow.... I only live 15km away"
I'm not joking on this. My school bus is at least 25 years old, has a slightly miss-functioning engine, and a top speed of 40km per hour. That combined with all the bus stops, traffic lights and rather strenuous hills that require multiple pumps of the accelerator give us an average speed of less than half a kilometre per hour.
Wow.
"Ok then.... You live in Orewa right?"
He remembered. Is that weird?
"Yeah"
"I'm staying up that way at the moment.... How about we meet up? I really want to talk some more"
Oh my freakin gods. Gerard Way wants to talk to me.
"Yeah! Um... That'd be great"
"Cool! Where do you wanna meet? I don't really know my way round, so..."
That's understandable. So I decided to settle for the easiest place to find.
"How about Orewa beach? That can't be too hard to find"
"Sounds great! How about 5:00"
"Cool, see you then!"
He then replied with the best thing ever.
":D"
Guess I'm not the only one who seems excited.
My excitement was short-lived though, because just then the bathroom door flew open, sending me sprawling to the floor and my phone flying out of my hand.
A pair of thin stockinged legs stepped over me, the popular buckled shoes daintily missing my hair. I looked up and immediately regretted it, the girl's black pleated school skirt came half way up her thys.
Way too short.
I grimaced as another girl danced over me, plucking my phone from the ground where it had fallen and giggling girlishly.
"Ooh, Courtney look, the freak's got a boyfriend!"
Wait... What?
Oh. I hadn't switched the screen off. It was still on my conversation with Gerard. I blushed furiously at the thought of that. He was like, forty and way out of my league.
The first girl, Courtney, laughed and hauled me to my feet by my hair.
"We saw you leave the art room", she snickered. "We had to come and make sure you were okay".
The sneer on the last word was prominently dragged out, and then to my utmost horror, she yanked up my sleeve.
"Look what we have here", she giggled. "She's more artistic than we thought, Beth"
Then the two girls dragged me out of the bathroom and drove me up against a locker.
"What are you gonna do now, Freak", Courtney whispered. "Call your boyfriend?"
"He's not my fucking boyfriend", I hissed. "And besides, only lame skanks do that. Like you."
A look of shock spread across Courtney's face, and then she drew back her right hand and slapped me.
It was a pathetic slap, so I gave her one of mine for proof.
"Really?" Now it was my turn to sneer. "That's the best you can do? Your even worse than I thought"
The other one, Beth, then punched me from behind, slamming me back into the lockers. I instinctively swung out, punching her square in the jaw, and she shrieked like a kid, clutched her face, and began to cry.
Bitch.
Courtney tried again to pin me down and hit me, but I was far to strong for her. I fought them both off easily and then ran - back up the stairs, through the corridors - back to the art room. I exploded through the door, causing it to bang against the wall and make everyone in the room jump.
"Sorry", I muttered, dropping my head and walking back to my seat.
Then I realised the bitchy girls still had my phone. It had a pass code on it, but it was unlocked.
Oh my fucking gods why.

Notes

Hey guys, sorry that took so long, I know I said I was going to post every day, but the other day one of my best friends found the cuts on my arms and SHIT WENT DOWN :3
it really doesn't help that our uniform shirts are white either -_-
but it's good now :)

thanks for reading this, I know it's probably not very good, but oh well. :3

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