Blood

I feel I now have every right to hate being in my English class. Today, Gerard was going to see me again. He probably thinks I'm just some random ugly redhead. Or, atleast that's what I think he's been thinking.

I walked into Englih class feeling very self-concious. Nobody cared that I walked in, though. But Gerard looked up. Fearing the worst, I dug my fingernails into my palm. But to my surprise he smiled. But he saw me looking, and preteded he was smiling about something else. He tried his best to look bored, but he came off as bitchy. I laughed, and took a seat.

I spent the whole period drawing again. I drew Vic Fuentes and Oliver Sykes. My teacher never even noticed. That's the good thing about being me. Nobody notices what the hell you're doing. And they don't care.

After class, Gerard approached me. "Well, I hope you've come to apologize." I said, refusing to make eye contact.

"Yeah, about that. I just wanted to tell you that you're an amazing artist. I saw that picture of Oli Sykes. It was almost spot on." he complimeted. I blushd a little. "And I apologize for what I said yesterday. What's your real name?"

"It's Lacey. My friend, Vanessa calls me Lacey Marie, because that's my full first name." I told him. Why was I telling him such pointless things? He seemed interested in what I was saying. "My middle name is Anna."

"I like Lacey Marie." he said. I felt myself blush again. "Well, bye Lacey."

"Bye Gerard"

Notes

I know its short. I wanted to write more, but im about to fall asleep. Please subscribe. Luff yew all. KILLJOYS MAKE SOME NOISE.