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Don't forget about me

Just another day in New Jersey

*Gerard's POV*

So far, life in Highschool has been pretty shitty. The locker room stinks, the teachers are all strict, the students here are all assholes, and i'm what society calls a "Nerd" It's what they labeled me. And I have absolutely no say in it whatsoever. I like strange music, wear dark clothes, and am completely obssessed with comics and drawing. Like everybody else, I am different. But no way to every single fucking other kid in this whole god damned school. If you're unique and show it, you get rejected by society. It fucking sucks.

Right now, i'm experiencing yet again, the most miserable part of the day. The locker room. I feel rolls of sweat drip of the sides of my face as I pull my P.E. shirt off over my head. I've never been the one to be completely oblivious of my surroundings, but must have just been. Because the moment I tossed my shirt onto what I thought was the bench, I heard a loud "What the fuck?" With knowing my life was practicly at risk, I just started running.

Yes, the school nerd running out of the boys locker room completely shirtless was not remotely suprizing to the other students. They know that I get beat up all the time and do stupid shit like this. But I promise them, I would be dead if I did otherwise. "Hey freak," But before I am able to turn my head, somebody shoves me over then slams me into the wall of lockers.

I flail my arms around but find it a total waste of time as my attacker presses me harder and harder against the wall lockers with my back to his face. "Stop it dude...please, stop." I whine. "Oh, am I hurting you? I'm sorry, I guess you should have thought about maybe not throwing your fucking sweaty shirt on my fucking face!" "I'm sorry...please." I mumble. But he shows no mercy and presses me even harder.

I can feel my breaths getting more painful as I try to breath with my mouth squished up against these friggin lockers. "Hey, hey, hey, break it up boys now!" Immedietly I feel the intense wieght lift off of my shoulders and I stumble down to the floor. I see Mrs. Jeanie running with all the strength in her chubby legs to make it over to the scene.

I'm suprized no one was cheering, "Fight, fight, fight." I look up and standing above me is Ronnie. He looks out of breath pissed off. The school bully. Mrs. Jeanie finally makes her way up to the two of us with an angry expression on her face, and sets her fists on her hips. "Do you," She begins. "Do you know about the rule, keep your hands to yourself?" I nodd my head yes see Ronnie do the same and stand up.

But the moment Mrs.Jeanie sees me shirtless, her eyes grow wide and her jaw drops. "And do you Gerard know about the modesty rule?" I nodd my head yes and look down in shame. I wonder if I should tell her that I just got assulted against the wall of lockers. She might just understand then. Oh wait, she wants me to walk back into the locker room and grab my shirt that I accidently threw on someone while I was getting attacked. Becasuse that's logical and reasonable in every way. Forgive me Mrs. Jeanie.

"Um... Mrs. Jeanie, I hate to say it but Gerard here wanted to start something in the boys locker room, and threw his dirty shirt on my face, then booked it out of the room hoping to not get caught." Ok I will give Ronnie an award for the world's worst liar, but when he goes to the point where he is saying what I was thinking, that's when it crosses the line. I turn to him so i'm facing his ugly ass face and slam my hands on his chest, then shove him as hard as I can onto the ground. "See how you like it, mother fucker!"


I watched as Mrs. Jeanie's eyes widened and she put her hand over her mouth. "Gerard!" I mentally slapped myself for even letting this thought cross my mind, "Run!" And before I knew it I was making my way down the hallway, out of the school, and down the street. Ignoring all the uncomfortable looks I got from people randomly walking down the sidewalk.

School tommorrow is going to be a living hell...









Notes

It might be slow right now, but it will get better. By the way, this is my first fanfic so please comment and give me ideas and suggestions.

Comments

@Killingthejoy

Thanks so much!

So far so good, well done!!

Killingthejoy Killingthejoy
2/2/15