I grinned as I got up to my favourite part. I was now onto the half blood prince and Harry and Ginny were about to kiss.
"Fucking weirdo."Jack mumbled as I giggled at my book. At dinner time jack had been forced to swear a truce. Or whatever it was that they called it. Either way Jack wasn't allowed to touch me. I could handle harsh words being thrown at me so sharing a room with Jack was going to be fine.

"Who's bed is that?"I asked him suddenly.
"Gerards. He hardly ever uses it though cause he is never fucking here. Prick."Jack glared at the bed. I looked at it and felt a twitch in my pants as I pictured no-faced-Gerard sleeping there.

He hadn't turned up at dinner which made me feel very disappointed. That was probably bad.

"So are you a fag?"Jack asked me. He put down his book and stared at me with a piercing gaze.
"If you mean am I gay then yes."I said slowly. I braced myself for a beating through words or some thing but all he said was,"Huh."
"What is up with this place? You are one of those first class bully homophobe dicks but you don't have some smart arse remark about that.

"Alright look. Its obvious no one else has told you so I may as well so I don't have to thump you one in future. The rules of this place are different to the mace. Rule numbver 1: we don't make fun of anyone for being a fag. Rule numbver 2: we don't make jokes about suicide. And rule number 3: don't ask questions about why someone is in this place unless they say they'll talk about it with you."He looked at me seriously.

"Isn't calling me a fag making fun of me?"I asked after a minutes thought.
"Probably. But I don't give a fuck. Don't forget those rules cause if you do then prepare for a beating."He said then returned to reading his book. I watched him read it eagerrly. We weren't really that different. We both loved reading. Okay that was one.

He didn't look like me though. His hair was light brown and was combed back with gel. He wore straight cut jeans and a shirt tucked into it. And he was a neat freak. I on the other hand had a scruffy black mohawk and wore eye liner. I never gave a shit about my clothes so long as I liked them.

"Usually on nights that Gerard is here I go into Melissas room. Its probably best you find a place to go when he is here. He isn't a lot of fun to be around when he's been drinking."Jack put his book down again and got up,"Don't think we're fucking friends okay? As soon as I see you at school you are dead fucking meat. We may have rules here but at school we are playing a completely different game."He spat at me before walking out.

I watched him go before getting into my pjs. I looked at my bed and realised it was still bare. I sighed and walked out into the hallway, looking for a linen closet of some kind. I spotted a small door at the top of the stairs (once again I was on the top floor) and walked over to it. There was only one other room up here which was a bathroom.

I opened the door and started pulling out blankets and sheets until I was buried and could varely move without almost falling down the stairs. I picked a purple duvet and pillow and grabbed at a random sheet then somehow got out of the pile of blankets and back into my room.

I pulled open my drawer and stared at it. Pushed to one side was all my clothes and to the other side was all my cds surrounding my cd player. I pluggedd it in and pulled out The Spaghetti Incident. I turned it on and was immediately reminded of Claire and Lily.

I hadn't thought about them since I left but now the need to make up a bedtime story with Lily to tell to Claire and then kiss her goodnight came rushing up and out in the form of tears. I bit my lip to hold in the sob but made it worse by breaking open my lip. Great. Crying on the first night. What a fucking baby.

"Whoa dude you okay?"Someone said from the doorway. I spun around and slipped over, falling so I couldn't see who it was. I didn't want to get up I just wanted the floor to swallow me whole. Unfortunately that wasn't gonna happen.

I stood up slowly and grinned sheepishly at-hello gorgeous! Gerard was standing in the doorway, leaning against it like he owned the damn place. His hood was down so I could see his perfect face. He was beautiful. His cheeks had a slight pink tinge from the cold outside and I could smell the smell of smokes on him from here. Intant boner.

"Uh yeah. Thanks. Just uhm... Yeah."I mumbled and rushed to my cd player and pressed stop.
"Why'd you turn it off?"He asked, his deep voice rolling off his tongue and into my ears causing my stomach to flip.

"Uhhh..."I stared at him with my mouth open. I was making a complete fool of myself. I looked like a fucking idiot.
"Who else do you have?"He finally came into the room properly and shut the door.
"Um. They're all in my drawer just below yours."Fuck.
"How do you know which one is mine?"He asked me suspiciously. My cheeks bloomed bright red as I somehow stammered out,"Uh w-when I was looking for an empty one I o-opened yourd a-and saw your greenday top."It didn't explain how I knew it was his though. Although I suppose it doesn't take a scientist to work out that Jack wouldn't like that type of music.

"Kay. Cool. Shit you have Slash?! Can you please play this?"He asked me and held up Claires favourite album. I really didn't want to play it for fear of it making me cry again.
"Uhh no. I- sorry its just I- it it reminds me o-of a friend I had to leave today."I said feeling as stupid as I sounded.

"No problem. I understand what music can do to you."He smiled at me and I almost fainted. He glanced down and raised an eye brow. Fucking hell. Before he could see it long enough I fell sat down on my bed and placed all the blankets and pillows on my lap.

"Nice top."Gerard grinned at me. I looked down and realised that was what he was looking at.
"Uh thanks. When the design started coming off I got bored."I said as I picked at what looked like chocolate.

"Awesome. You smoke?"He asked me and grabbed a packet of cigarettes.
"Sort of. I spose I don't anynore cause I haven't had one in so fucking long."I sighed as I realised it had been a month since my last one.

"You want one now?"He shook the carton at me.
"Uh nah. I'm good."I waved it away and started pulling at a thread on the pillow. I didn't want to stop talking to him but I had no idea what to say to him. He seemed so complex and mysterious.

"So what school are you going to?''He asked me.
''Uhh i'm moving to St. Mary's.''I said. I watched him take a drag on his cigarette. His pink lips were slightly moist so they stuck to the smoke. His eyes were closed as he relaxed back into the pillows on his bed.
''Sweet. What did you go to before then?''He opened his eyes and looked at me. I blushed insanely and looked away quickly even though it was obvious I had been staring at him. Way to go fucking moron.

''I um went to. The- the um the catholic school..."I didn't think it was possible for me to blush anymore than I already was yet there I go turning the colour of fucking beetroot.
''Cool. How old are you?''He appeared to have not noticed me looking like I had spent 6 hours in the sun.
''I just turned 16.''I looked away from his bright eyes and picked up my book.

"Guess that means you'll be in some of my classes."He made me look away from my book at him.
"Aren't you older than me?"I asked him.
''Yeah but I got held back a year cause apparently i'm a fuckwit that doesn't know anything."He grumbled and took another puff. God I wished I was that smoke so bad right now.
''Oh... What um classes do you take?''I asked him carefully. I didn't want to offend him in some way.

''Art and music. I dont go to any other classes often. Usually its just for a test so I dont fail art or music."He waved his hand, wafting smoke over in my direction. I breathed in deeply and felt an instant craving for it.
"Oh okay... I take music and art as well. But also english and science. Any other ones I couldnt give two fucks about."I was staring at him again. I was trying not to but it was so hard when he had his eyes closed and was taking long drags on the smoke.

"Hey uh c-could I bum one of those now?"I scratched the back of my head hopefully. He laughed at me and nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the carton. He threw it at me along with his lighter.

I tried to catch it but it hit my face and dropped to the floor. I blushed and got off my bed and onto my knees. I reached under the bed to where they carton was. I tried to keep turn down the heat in my face before I got up but it was useless.

I moved out from under my bed and sat up. Gerard was on my bed. I froze, unsure of what to do. He took the carton of cigarettes from my hand an chucked them onto his bed. I stood up and stared at him. What the fuck was he planning?

I made the mistake of looking into his eyes. He looked into mine and took the last puff of his smoke. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes. I stayed still, not wanting to move away from him. When he opened his eyes again he let out his breath, blowing all the smoke into my face. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in.

Gerards hands snaked around my back and pulled me so I was sitting on his lap. He pushed his lips up against mine, moving one of his hands to the back of my head. At first I didn't know what to do. I had never kissed anyone before. Didn't know how it worked. He squeezed my hips and broke away from me.

He didnt say anything. He just watched my blank face for my reaction. My hands were at my side, twitching and sweating. Gerard pushed me off his lap and stood up.
"See you at school tomorrow."He winked at me then turned and left me alone in the room.
"Ohh fuck me..."I breathed. What the fuck do I do now?