Vanya's P.O.V

i was staying at Charlottes house for the night. After Gerard and I got into that fight and I yelled at him I realized that I had nowhere to go. Charlotte was pacing back and forth pondering what to do.
"I think you should call him." She finally says.
"No." I reply firmly.
"He didn't do anything wrong Vanya! You're doing him an injustice by leaving this problem the way it is!"
"He got me kicked off the cheering squad!"
"Vanya, look at me." She grabs my shoulders and looks into my eyes. "You never even wanted to be on the cheering squad. It was what your mother wanted you to do. Now that she's done with you, it's not your job to please her."
"Maybe I started to like cheering."
"You like the fact that no one bullied you anymore because cheerleaders are 'popular'. You need to fix this, he loves you."
"How would you know? You don't have a boyfriend!"
"I can see Vanya. I'm not blind like you're being. It's in the way he looks at you. Don't let some stupid bitch ruin your happiness. When you guys are together your whole face and personality is brightened! You love him too....now you need to let him know."
I take a deep breath. Did I love him? Did I? Charlotte looks at me closely. My cell phone has been sitting in my lap for the past hour while I waited; though I'm not sure what I was waiting for. Maybe a call from Gerard just to prove that this did happen. I knew Charlotte was right, atleast about me doing an injustice. I pull up my contacts and let out a long breath that I didn't even realize I had been holding in. I scroll through them untill I reach his name. I press call.

Gerard's P.O.V

My phone was buzzing but I didn't care. The pain was fAding and my arm was going numb. My head was pounding. One more. One more. One more. My phone kept buzzing. I looked my phone on the ground and saw a name flashing on the screen. Vanya. She was probably calling to yell at me. To tell me that I was a worthless piece of shit. It wouldn't be the first time I've heard that, and I knew that it wouldn't be the last. With a shaky breath I answered the call.
"Gerard?" I heard her voice say barely audible.
"Vanya." I sighed, "I'm so sorry. I promise to never hurt you again." And with that I hung up.