Gerard pov.



I lead a normal life. I don't have one of those cliche stories about how I was 'bullied' by of course, who other than the jocks, who everyone seems to get bullied by. I mean we have the so called 'jocks' at our school but they don't do shit. They stay after school play football or whatever sport their little unfulfilled hearts desire and then go on with their lives. Sure there's the superior people, but I chose not to be one of them, I chose to be the 'loser' of the school, with my only two friends as they put it. And you know what? Fuck it, I'm content with that. I like having two friends. They can go suck a dick for all I care, its not like I pay any attention to them. Most of them probably have anyways.

The bells echoing ring sounds throughout the whole school, signaling that we can finally leave this hell for teenagers. I abruptly push my greasy black hair out of my eyes before grabbing my slightly heavy backpack and struggling to lift it on my back.
"Damn it." I curse under my breath, once again pushing my greasy hair out of my face. It doesn't seem to ever go where I want it.

I'm the last one out of the classroom, so I take my time before walking out into the still extremely crowded hallways of Belleville High. I walk down every hallway, trying to get to my locker when I nearly bump into someone much taller than me.
"Hey, watch where you're going." They snap, before walking away. I just roll my eyes and keep walking. Unless you want a broken nose or a dislocated shoulder, I suggest you don't pick fights with anyone, I like to keep things neutral and I use verbal responses as my way of getting back. Sometimes verbal responses hurt more. Its great.

When I reach my locker I see Zacky and Syn standing by it, both of them on their phones but I can clearly see them talking to each other as their eyes stare into the virtual screens. I walk over to them without them realizing it, and mess up Syn's hair jokingly.
"Come on Gerard," He jokingly whines, a smile on his face. "I just fixed it." He says, now mocking Zacky.
"Ok, I don't fix my hair that much." He defends, rolling his eyes at Syn and jokingly shoving him a little.
"Mm hm, sure." Syn says, a smirk clearly plastered right on his lips.
"Whatever." Zacky says, rolling his eyes again and laughing.
"So whats going on today?" Syn asks me, changing the subject.
"Um, actually, I think I'm just going to go home today. I got a lot of homework. You guys can hang if we want. Lets do something tomorrow though?" I ask and they both nod.
"Sounds good, man." Zacky says, putting his arm on my shoulder.
"See you tomorrow." I wave, and start walking away. Moments late, Syn turns around quickly.
"Text me!" He shouts as I'm about to exit the door. I yell back ok, and laugh behind it. God, Syn can be so hyper sometimes. Thats what I like about Zacky though, he's more conserved, like me. Syn is definitely the most popular out of all of us, going to parties like every week. I don't know why he chooses to hang out with us though. That just shows how good of a friend he is, really. Its cool he stays with us.

I exit the doors and look for my black Camry waiting in the parking lot. Oh I forgot, I actually got a really good parking spot near the school. I find my car and then begin walking towards it. My mood is definitely lifted in more by the fact that I don't have to walk a mile to the end of the parking lot to find my car. Usually, all of the 'popular' Seniors get it, and I'm stuck with the stupid Juniors.

I step into my car, placing my backpack on the passenger seat and turn up the music as loud as possible. Blasting Nirvana so loud to where it seems my speakers will burst. I start the car and lose myself in the music as I drive home.





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I have a moment of panic when I get home, frantically looking through my backpack for my keys in fear that I had lost them. Of course the worst things go through my mind, the fact that my parents won't be home till ten, and Ill be stuck out here. Or that it'll rain or something while ill be out here. As I find the keys sitting in my backpack, I feel extremely stupid and stick the key in the keyhole, trying to forget that ever happened.

I rush down to my room in the basement, sprinting down the stairs and completely flopping on my bed as soon as I get there. God was school draining today. I don't even have all that much homework, I just told Zacky and Syn that because I was so tired. I didn't want to tell them the truth because they would probably get mad at me, knowing them.

I chuckle a little at the thought, and place my hands behind my head, propping them up and stare at the ceiling. My mind wanders to one of the scariest places it can at at the moment. The topic of my future, and my fucking job. Oh god, who knows what I want to do. I really want to do music, but my parents always bring me down on that topic, claiming it 'wont take you anywhere' or 'you don't get god money doing that' and 'you'll never get big with that job'. They tell me that because of my um...past, but no one needs to know about me, or my past. Its not important, even if they claim it still affects me now. It really brings me down though, with them saying I can't play music, but I try to act like it doesn't affect me, Plus, I just want to play music, who cares about the money? If I'm doing what I love, thats really enough for me.

I know Zacky and Syn want to do the same career as me, but they're already a step ahead of me. They're already in a band and it sucks because there's no room for me, and I don't know anyone else who loves music like I do. I would ask to be their vocalist, but they already have one Matt Sanders is his name I think? I even asked to be a backup vocalist, but they already have an amazing backup vocalist that I could never compete with. I'm pretty sure his name is Jimmy Sullivan. (RIP) I guess any chance of me being in their band is impossible so I should give up on that. I just wish I could create my own, but I literally know no one else. I sigh and try to bring my thoughts somewhere else, before looking at the time. Shit, it's already nine? God, did I fall asleep after? I must've, theres no way I was thinking for like six hours. One maybe, but no more than that. I reach for my backpack and grab my math binder, planning on doing homework, when the doorbell rings.

Who the fuck could that be? My parents don't get home for another hour, and Syn and Zacky are at Syn's house. I open the door anyway, and am met with the face of a boy much shorter than me. A lip ring and nose ring are pierced into his face, and a black fringe takes over half of his face. He has this weird look in his eyes and its creeping me out. Who is this?
"C-can I help you?" I stutter out, damn this boy is freaking me out. What if he's a murderer? My murderer? He doesn't answer, and continues to stare at me, looking deep into my eyes as if he's trying to uncover some secrets deep down inside of me.
"C-can I help you?" I ask again and he just blinks, that slightly murderous look in his eyes. Yeah, now the boy is full on scaring me to death. He smiles, before taking off and running down the street from my house and running into the woods. What the actual fuck? Ok, now I'm terrified to do anything.

I quickly shut the door behind me, locking every lock possible, and walk into the kitchen to make sure the back door is locked. I'm terrified to go back there though, because what if he's looking through the window in my house? That thought scares me even more, and I close my eyes, shutting the window blinds behind me. I accidentally open my eyes for a split second, and he isn't there. I can feel my intense heartbeat slowing a little bit as I let out the breath I'd been holding for what seemed like forever.

I grab my phone and run down into my room, locking the door behind me and I crawl under the covers, covering my whole body as I pull out my phone and begin texting Syn.

To Syn:
There was this creepy ass person that just showed up on my doorstep, and just ran away he didn't talk to me at all and Im fucking terrified

I press send, and anxiously wait for his response

From Syn:
Hey man, calm down you wanna come over here? Remember you always can come over if you want

I calm down a little.

To Syn:
I think I'll be ok, Im just rlly worried because who knows who that was I've never seen him in my life and I just wanna know who he is

I send, and continue to shrink under the covers of my bed.

From Syn:
Yea man, just wanted to make sure you knew that you're always welcome to come over here and me and Zack will help you figure it out at school tomorrow? That sound good? I wanna help

To Syn:
Thanks dude, I should probably try to sleep its like ten, but yea lets definitely try to find him tomorrow

After I send the last message to Syn, I take the covers over my head and attempt to sleep. Ok who the fuck am I kidding, I'm still terrified of that boy who showed up at my doorstep. What if he comes again? Thoughts race through my mind as I still attempt sleep and close my eyes, trying to to rid of the bad thoughts that race through my messed up head.

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