Troubled and Hurt

*Gerard's pov*

Mikey and I headed across the schoolyard toward the front doors. They were these big, wooden double doors, that were currently propped open somehow.
I could feel everyone staring at me. The new kid! The emo freak!.. The FAG!
I could hear the taunts and whispers, and I ducked my head, as I shuffled along side of my brother.
There were teenagers huddled in groups around the doorway, and I knew we'd have to push our way through to get inside, but I'm really not that strong, and just the thought of getting in the middle of that lot, kinda makes me want to pee myself.
I don't do crowds!
Mikey does though, and he knows me well enough to know that if he didn't grab my arm and drag me, physically, through the throng, I'd probably just stay outside all day.
Would that be so bad?
But no!.. Mikey won't allow me to do that, and he DOES grab my arm, and drag me, and I feel their eyes, and their hands on me, and someone tries to trip me, and... Ahhhhhh!.. I REALLY want to run away now!
We made it inside, and went to the reception desk, where a woman who appeared to be approximately 200 years old, sat tapping at a computer that was nearly as old as her "Excuse me.." Mikey said, brightly. The ancient receptionist looked up over her glasses ".. We're new here, and we need our schedules and stuff"
"Names?" Her voice sounded like dried up paper, crumbling into dust.
"Mikey and Gerard Way!" Mikey said, as I tried to hide in my hair.
The woman typed something, I'm guessing our names "Way, Way.. Ah yes.. M and G Way.. You are both sophomores.. Wait.." She looked up in confusion ".. Why is Michael Way a sophomore, when you're only 14?"
Mikey grinned "I got skipped a year"
The receptionist frowned at him, then returned to her computer, tapping a couple more keys. A printer beside her whirred into life, and spat out several sheets of paper "Schedules, school maps, and locker numbers. Do not lose them.. You will be charged for replacements"
"Thank you ma'am.." Mikey nodded, politely, taking the papers from her talon-like fingers, then he turned to me ".. Come on Gee. Let's go find our lockers.."
I nodded silently, see, I don't really talk in front of people, then followed Mikey from the office.
As we made our way through the corridors, which were, thankfully, almost empty, as everyone was still outside, and there was a good ten minutes before the bell would ring, Mikey studied our schedules ".. Gee.. We have mostly the same classes, but every day, the class right before lunch, we aren't together. And Friday afternoons, last lesson, we're apart then, too"
I sighed dramatically "That's ok.." I whispered, as there was a bunch of kids further down the hallway ".. I'll manage"
Mikey smiled at me, reassuringly "Course you will!.. And it's only six lessons outta the whole week. Nothing to worry about" But he knew I would worry anyway.
We turned down a hallway that had lots of artwork all over the walls, and the words "Art & Music Department" written in big, curly letters across the floor.
On the right, was a long bank of bright red lockers, and Mikey stopped in front of them "Which are ours?" I whispered.
Mikey looked at the papers in his hand, then moved a couple feet to his left "These two.." He pointed to two lockers next to each other ".. 132 and 133. Which do you want?"
I shrugged "I don't care"
Mikey stared at me for a second, then grinned "I'll have 133 then. You're 132.. Ok?.." I nodded, and he handed me the paper with my combination on it, then turned to open his own. Once it was open, he took off his hoodie and shoved it inside ".. You're gonna cook if you wear that all day.." He pointed at mine. I don't show my arms.. No one needs to see my scars. I shook my head. I couldn't talk, as three teens were walking past us. Mikey frowned ".. Don't let them scare you Gee.." I shook my head and looked at the floor. Mikey sighed ".. Come on. Let's find our home room"
I nodded, and we looked at our schedules again. Art room 6b! Right opposite our lockers. Well that's good, I guess.
We walked into the almost empty room, and over to the teacher's desk, where a tall, thin man, with tattoos, piercings and wicked hair, sat bobbing his head to the music that I could hear coming from his headphones, and drawing what appeared to be Catwoman in a somewhat dodgy pose.
Mikey cleared his throat, and the man looked up, pulling his earbuds from his ears and grinning widely "Well hello!.. I'm guessing you must be the Way brothers, right?"
Mikey nodded "Yessir. I'm Mikey, and this is Gerard"
"Well, it's nice to meet you both.." He grinned. He was hot, and my dick twitched every time he smiled. This could be fuckin' awkward! ".. I'm Mr. Biersack, but everyone calls me Andy.." I stared down at my shoes. Please don't let me crush on my teacher! ".. So, the three tables at the back all have spare seats, so take your pick"
Mikey thanked him, and we headed to the table at the back, on the left.
A couple minutes later, the bell rang, and the classroom flooded with teenagers.
God help me! Here we go!...

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. GeesCLUELESSgirl here!..

So Gee's a shy little bunny, ain't he?!..

Hope you're enjoying this?..

AnyWay.. Please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
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