"bye mom"
I kissed her on the chick and walked out of the kitchen
"kissass"
I hear Gerard mumble after me. I chuckled and walked out of the house
I'm 15 so I don't have a drivers license but Gerard always drives me to school. he is the bestest brother ever.
we get to school, he parks the car, we get out, we go our separate ways. we don't even say goodbye its always like that.
you see, Gerard in school is really different from Gerard, my brother. as soon as we get within 50 feet of the school property he changes completely. he doesn't talk, he doesn't laugh, he doesn't look at anyone, he looks straight ahead and his face turns emotionless. it's almost like he turns into stone. It's somewhat creepy but I love it about him. I love school Gerard as much as sweet and loving Gerard.
anyway, there is lots of rumors about school Gerard. some say he is a serial killer. others say he is a vampire and I actually overheard a cheerleader telling her friend that Gerard is a zombie-what a beautiful zombie- some students say that he is responsible for the death of Mr. luthner.
Mr. luthner was Gerard's former math teacher who hated his guts and happened to burn alive inside his own house last year. it was an accident but I heard jack the jock swear on his life that he had seen Gerard pour gasoline allover luthners house. there are many other murder stories fallowing Gerard's name. anyway he has this reputation and almost everybody in school is afraid of him.(almost because I'm not afraid of him)
even the teachers are afraid of him. they don't want to admit it but its ridiculously obvious. they never say anything to Gerard when he draws or sleeps during the class or when he doesn't do his homework. they don't send him to detention even though he has missed their class 3 times in a row and he never fails any tests . the last class he failed was Mr. luthners math class. well, well, well you can never know what effects a tragic event can have on teachers behavior, can you?
whatever the story is people are afraid of him. there is this vibe around him that keeps people away. as soon as he steps in a room others start leaving. when he is walking in the hallways everyone keeps their distance and go quiet then when they are sure he is gone the whispers start.
they are scared and they have every right to be. from the way he acts in school to the way he looks. he is deathly pale, he has black hair, he wears black eye makeup so his eyes have this darkish look his clothes are always black and there is always the black leather jacket which makes me go weak in the knees. he has a thing for jackets he has like thousands of them. specially black leather ones. he has all kinds of them. there is the one with too many zippers, there is the one with the wired collar and the one with hidden pockets.
today he is wearing a simple one with a black button up shirt and black skinny jeans and his face is half hidden behind his beautiful hair as always and he is wearing his black converses. his face is as bored and emotionless as always which in my opinion is the real reason people are afraid. he has this "stay the fuckin hell away from me" expression written all over his face. if I didn't know any better I would say he is a vampire and he is way hotter than fucking Robert patinson (that peace of shit has ruined vampires image across the world.)
and he has no friends which is how he likes it. he has chosen not to have any friends. he doesn't like any of the kids in the school. this also helps his creepy reputation. he doesn't even talk to me during school. me on the other hand, I don't have many friends either but it wasn't a chosen thing for me. nobody wants to befriend me, in 80% of cases it's because:
they a)hate me. or b)dislike me strongly.
the other 20% are afraid of becoming friends with me because the older jocks and bullies hate me and becoming my friend means they are going to become the target of their hatred which I already am. it's like I'm the lucky winner of their hits blows and bruises. nobody receives as much bullying as I do. I'm the constant target. I wonder what I have done wrong. I was too deep in thought that I didn't notice when a hand pulled me out of my way by the collar of my shirt. well, well, here comes the first hitting session of the day. I wonder if they have ever considered having a career in blowtherapy and/or heating treatment. this brings a half smile to my face which is followed by an elbow in my side. the impact was so strong that I fell on my knees
"what are you laughing about queer?" it was jack the jock the main second main cause of most of my suffering. well the first one is Gerard but that isn't physical pain and can be considered a sweet suffering. I think about Gerard as they hit me, again and again. my nose is bleeding and I can't open my eyes, it hurts too much. one of the jocks pulls me up by the collar then the other two keep my hands in place and shove me against the lockers so the first one can keep hitting me. I let out a loud gasp as he knees my stomach. I don't care, most of it is over. they are going to stop when the bell rings.
as I'm standing there receiving all their blows hits and pent up frustration, I hear a sound. a sound of something hitting something else and no it wasn't the sound of jacks fist hitting my jaw. it was a quiet bump like the sound of a bag pack hitting the floor maybe? as soon as I hear that sound the blows stop and jack lets go of my collar. I open my eyes to see what's going on.
all of the jocks are staring across the hallway, looks of fear and complete shock on their faces. I fallow their gaze and see ....
'oh my fuckin god'
I don't know why but suddenly a tear rolls down my face , a cry for help maybe?