Maybe God Wanted Me To Be Nothing Special
When hell freezes over
The next day Vince actually had the nerve to ask me out! I was outraged! How could he even think he had a chance with me after he told his ‘friends’, more like goons, to beat up my best friend! There was no way in HELL, I didn’t even want to look at him, let alone go out with him.
I of course didn’t express those views, and simply said, “no”, and got up and left for the next class.
Vince was determined to get me to go on a date with him, it seemed. For the next two weeks he asked once a day if I would like to do something with him later, or go to dinner and a movie. My answer never changed, it was always no, and I would always walk away from him; well try to walk away from him. He would follow he around like a lost puppy, asking why I wouldn’t even give him a chance. I would just shrug and he would finally let me walk away.
The next Monday, the beginning of week three, I was sitting quietly in homeroom waiting for the bell to ring so I could go to art and see Gerard.
Vince strutted into the room, the same as every morning, and came and sat beside me.
“So, have you changed your mind yet?” he asked smugly.
I sighed and rolled my eyes, “what makes you think two days away from you would make me change my mind?”
He shrugged and smirked, “it could make you realise how much you miss me and need me around.”
I laughed dryly with no humour, “like that would ever happen, why don’t you just give up Vince, I’m never going to go out with you. So you just need to get that through your thick skull! It’s never going to happen!”
I was pissed off now; this was just getting out of hand. You’d think he’d have given up by now, but no, he just got cockier!
“Why? What’s so wrong with me that you wont even give me a chance, huh?” he asked, seeming to be getting a little mad too. Not that he had any right to be mad.
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” I lied, “I’m seeing someone!”
That was a lie too; I hoped to God that he would just give up now that he thought I was seeing someone.
He looked thoughtful for a second, and was about to say something, but the bell rang. I quickly grabbed my book bag and hoodie and power walked out of the room and up to the art room.
I let out a sigh of relief as I sat down at Gerard and I’s table in the back of the room.
“Stressful morning?” Mr Sykes asked as he came started to wash some paintbrushes in the sinks in the back of the room.
I laughed, “That’s an understatement.”
“Oh,” he nodded thoughtfully, “what to talk about it?”
“Ah, no thanks, its just teenaged drama. Nothing serious,” I rolled my eyes.
He laughed, “I understand.”
Soon after our little talk Gerard entered the room and took his seat beside me.
“So how were your 15 minutes without me?” he asked as he pulled out his sketchbook.
“Hel,l” I sighed.
“Vince still at it, is he?” Gee asked sympathetically.
“Yup,” I nodded, “I think he might be giving up though.”
“That’s good.”
We continued to talk and draw for the rest of the hour, like always. I was trying to make the best of the first hour of the day, seeing as I had 3 hours with Vince coming up. I was so dreading Bio. But as the bell rang signalling class change, I slowly made my way to the class.
I sat to my usual table near the back next to the window, and I got out my Bio binder. I watched quietly as the room filled up with my classmates.
Vince came in the room shortly after I did, looking determined as ever. He came and took his usual beside me, and got out his binder.
He waited until Mr Bloom told us what to do before he said anything. He suddenly turned to me and asked: “who are you seeing?”
I was slightly taken back; I wasn’t really expecting him to ask when I blurted out that I was seeing someone. And once again with out thinking I blurted: “Gerard.”
“Gerard?” he asked seeming a little mad.
“Yeah.”
“Gerard Way?”
I nodded.
“You’re kidding right? That’s a joke?” Vince asked hopefully, looking ready to laugh if I said yes.
“No,” I shook my head.
Vince’s hopeful look quickly turned to a frown, “oh.”
“Yeah,” I said awkwardly shifting in my seat. The look on his face was slightly unreadable. I so hoped that this would be enough to make him stop.
I of course didn’t express those views, and simply said, “no”, and got up and left for the next class.
Vince was determined to get me to go on a date with him, it seemed. For the next two weeks he asked once a day if I would like to do something with him later, or go to dinner and a movie. My answer never changed, it was always no, and I would always walk away from him; well try to walk away from him. He would follow he around like a lost puppy, asking why I wouldn’t even give him a chance. I would just shrug and he would finally let me walk away.
The next Monday, the beginning of week three, I was sitting quietly in homeroom waiting for the bell to ring so I could go to art and see Gerard.
Vince strutted into the room, the same as every morning, and came and sat beside me.
“So, have you changed your mind yet?” he asked smugly.
I sighed and rolled my eyes, “what makes you think two days away from you would make me change my mind?”
He shrugged and smirked, “it could make you realise how much you miss me and need me around.”
I laughed dryly with no humour, “like that would ever happen, why don’t you just give up Vince, I’m never going to go out with you. So you just need to get that through your thick skull! It’s never going to happen!”
I was pissed off now; this was just getting out of hand. You’d think he’d have given up by now, but no, he just got cockier!
“Why? What’s so wrong with me that you wont even give me a chance, huh?” he asked, seeming to be getting a little mad too. Not that he had any right to be mad.
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” I lied, “I’m seeing someone!”
That was a lie too; I hoped to God that he would just give up now that he thought I was seeing someone.
He looked thoughtful for a second, and was about to say something, but the bell rang. I quickly grabbed my book bag and hoodie and power walked out of the room and up to the art room.
I let out a sigh of relief as I sat down at Gerard and I’s table in the back of the room.
“Stressful morning?” Mr Sykes asked as he came started to wash some paintbrushes in the sinks in the back of the room.
I laughed, “That’s an understatement.”
“Oh,” he nodded thoughtfully, “what to talk about it?”
“Ah, no thanks, its just teenaged drama. Nothing serious,” I rolled my eyes.
He laughed, “I understand.”
Soon after our little talk Gerard entered the room and took his seat beside me.
“So how were your 15 minutes without me?” he asked as he pulled out his sketchbook.
“Hel,l” I sighed.
“Vince still at it, is he?” Gee asked sympathetically.
“Yup,” I nodded, “I think he might be giving up though.”
“That’s good.”
We continued to talk and draw for the rest of the hour, like always. I was trying to make the best of the first hour of the day, seeing as I had 3 hours with Vince coming up. I was so dreading Bio. But as the bell rang signalling class change, I slowly made my way to the class.
I sat to my usual table near the back next to the window, and I got out my Bio binder. I watched quietly as the room filled up with my classmates.
Vince came in the room shortly after I did, looking determined as ever. He came and took his usual beside me, and got out his binder.
He waited until Mr Bloom told us what to do before he said anything. He suddenly turned to me and asked: “who are you seeing?”
I was slightly taken back; I wasn’t really expecting him to ask when I blurted out that I was seeing someone. And once again with out thinking I blurted: “Gerard.”
“Gerard?” he asked seeming a little mad.
“Yeah.”
“Gerard Way?”
I nodded.
“You’re kidding right? That’s a joke?” Vince asked hopefully, looking ready to laugh if I said yes.
“No,” I shook my head.
Vince’s hopeful look quickly turned to a frown, “oh.”
“Yeah,” I said awkwardly shifting in my seat. The look on his face was slightly unreadable. I so hoped that this would be enough to make him stop.
Yknow what makes mr sad, this was made while mcr was still a band /.\
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