Making It Up

Gerard’s POV
When I arrived at the school it was fairly empty, which was something of a relief. Still the desolate halls brought back some bad memories

He wouldn’t stop slamming me into the wall, even when he heard the sickening snap as something inside me broke. In reality it was a rib, but it felt like my whole skeleton was collapsing in on itself. He smirked at me when I screamed for help. I must have been the sickest fuck imaginable to find that smirk beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful, even his hands around my neck.

No. NO. Not today. Today is a new start
My classroom was nice, small and cosy as the secretary described it. Tacky displays lined the walls but I knew I would soon add some of my own flair to those, maybe some of the kid’s work. The paints were nicely stacked in the cupboard in rainbow order and the white board had a smiley face drawn on it – someone had set up for me. That was kind of them. I felt my eyes well up slightly at the gesture. People weren’t kind to me often.
“Well hello, you must be our new art teacher! Wow you really needed money huh” a voice from behind me joked.

I turned to see a short guy with light brown hair tucked into a fedora. He pulled it off, don’t ask me how. His black rimmed glasses framed his pale face well, and his smile looked like it could light up the whole world. He was leaning on a brush, so I guessed he was the care taker.
“er yeah I kind of did, but that’s not why I took the job.” I explained hastily
“Why then? Why Belleville of all places.” the caretaker asked

“Well, it was somewhere new to start over. And…it sounds stupid, but I want to be the guy I needed when I was a kid”. I blushed and started at the floor. That sounded so pretentious, this guy probably hated me already and we’d only just met.
“That’s awesome man. Oh I’m Patrick by the way. Patrick Stump. I’m the janitor, but that doesn’t mean you can boss me around!” he laughed at his own joke, and I found myself laughing with him.

“I’m Gerard. Way. Nice to meet you. Oh man I should probably prepare my lesson” I realised it was nearly time for school to begin.
“Sure, good luck. Oh yeah you’ll have your first parents evening in a few days, it’s a settling in thing. Nothing to worry about. Your class is really nice, my husband used to teach them.” Patrick reassured me.

“Great… wait husband?” I paused
“Yeah. Mr Wentz. Problem?” he replied, still civil but his tone had gone slightly cold.
“That would be a little hypocritical of me” I replied. I was internally proud of myself for sounding so nonchalant when I replied. So proud that I tripped over a chair. I blushed furiously. Patrick laughed again, his smile returned to his face.
“Noted. See ya round Mr Way.” He saluted and left.

I was already making friends; my day was off to a good start. He was a friend right? Maybe he was just being nice because it was my first day. Shit. No time to worry about that now.
All my papers were in order and the bell had just gone for class. I took a few steadying breaths, and tried to relax. This was it. My chance to be the person who saves that kid, who notices things, a teacher who actually fucking cares. Things are changing.

Notes

hey fellas. ren here :) this is the longest chapter so far, so don't say I don't love you guys. ayy patrick turned up! there's some serious drama coming up, don't worry ;) or do worry. I would be worried. please comment as it lets me know that you guys like it! also rate and subscribe cos ally is awesome and this is her account.