I AM SO FUCKING SORRY! I HAD THIS CHAPTER WRITTEN OUT, READY TO BE POSTED SOON, BUT MY COMPUTER RESTARTED, AND I FORGOT TO SAVE, SO IT DELETED, AND I HAD TO REWRITE IT. Also I just have been procrastinating. But for now, ENJOY!!!

“PLEASE!” I beg, sitting on my knees looking up at my dad, whom of which was glaring at me.
“Miles,” He says, voice low and dangerous, “Don’t ask me again, I don’t feel right sending you back to school just yet.”
“But dad,” I try, “I promise, I won’t participate in sport, if I am in too much pain, I will come home, and if someone picks on me I will ignore them and go straight to the principle,” Okay that last one’s a lie, but still.
“Fine,” My dad sighs looking down at me with defeat, “You can go to school today.”
“YES!” I cry, and slow get up off the floor.
Now, normally when I get to stay home I am thrilled, but the past 2 days I have been here have been hell. I was taken to the hospital after I was picked up, and was diagnosed with, 2 fractured ribs, as when Zane punched my stomach he got some ribs as well, bruising around the stomach and groin region, a mild concussion and bruised skull. My family have been smothering me ever since.
I waddle off to my room, in slight pain from kneeling on the floor, but my dad doesn’t have to know that. I get out a pair of nice, yet baggy jeans, a faded Limp Bizkit shirt, and a black zip up hoodie. I strip of my PJs and get into my clothes for the day, very slowly.
“MILES!” My mum calls from the lounge, “COME HERE!”
I walk out of my room and to where she was calling from.
“Right,” She sighs, “I have a lunch packed on the bench for you, I will be walking you into school today and taking you up to the office to meet with the principle, and we are leaving in 5, so get going now.”
I nod a quick yes and ‘dash’ into my room. I grab my already packed bag, my earphones and phone, as well as a bottle of pain meds. I slip the bottle into my bag and put the earphones and phone in my pocket. I walk into the kitchen and put my lunch into my bag, zipping it up and walking to the hall. I put on my red convers and wait for my mum.
“Ready to go?” She asks me, slipping into her black slip on shoes and grabbing her purse.
“Yep,” I say excitedly, “Bye dad.”
I open the door and jump out the front, looking back to see him wave me off, sipping on a cup of coffee. I walk to the car, open the passenger door and slip into the seat. I place my bag at my feet, buckle in and wait for my mum. She hops in the car a short while later, starting it up and pulling out of the driveway, heading towards the school.
Once we get there, she puts her hand on the side of my head, where the bandages are strapped, causing me to wince slightly.
“You promise me you’ll be safe?” She asks, full of concern and worry.
“I promise,” I smile back, giving her a side hug.
“Okay, let’s go.”
We jump out of the car, and head to the school. This is going to be interesting.

Time skip, Period 1 Science, 9:30AM.

“MILES!” I wince at the volume, putting my hands to my head and squinting my eyes.
“Jacko,” I hiss, as I stand in the doorway of the Science lab, “Still got a slight concussion bud, not to mention bruised skull, tone down the volume.”
“Sorry,” Jackson says, giving me a weak smile.
“It is good to see you back,” Mrs Gay smiles, “Please take a seat.”
I smile back, and walk down the isle of tables to my seat, trying to ignore the stares of my fellow classmates. I sit down, in front of Jackson in the second row from the back, in between James Burrell and Chloe Chawner.
“So is it true you got beat up by Zane?” Is the first thing I am asked by Chloe.
I groan. You see, Chloe is a bit of a bitch. She is a cunt who should jump off a cliff.
“Well duh bitch,” I mutter gesturing to the bandages wrapped around my head.
I hear James start to laugh behind his hand. See James is cool, a bit nerdy but cool.
“MRS!” Chloe cries, putting her hand up, and causing my head to pound, “MILES CALLED ME A BITCH AND PUNCHED MY ARM FOR ASKING IF HE WAS OKAY!”
I look over, and she starts to fake sob and hold her arm. I am starting to regret calling her that. I put my head in my hands, muttering a soft curse when I bump the bruised part of the skull.
“Oh god,” I whisper, feeling a migraine come on from her horrendous cries.
I feel my stomach churn and blood pound heavily in my head.
“Alright Chloe,” Mrs says, rather flustered, “Please calm down. Are you alright Miles?”
I go to respond, but Chloe cuts me off.
“WHY ARE YOU ASKING IF HE IS ALRIGHT?! I AM THE ONE WITH A POSSIBLE BROKEN AR BECAUSE OF HIM!”
I can’t hold it in anymore. I jump up and run to the sink in the lab, throwing up my breakfast into the basin. I feel tears prick in my eyes as the force jostles my ribs and bruised organs.
“Shit!” I heard both James and Jackson cry.
I hear their chairs scrap against the Lino, as they get up and run to help me.
“You kay bud?” I hear Jackson ask as soon as he gets over to me.
My eyes are closed tightly against the harsh light.
“Just check if there’s any blood,” I whisper, my voice barely even there.
“O-ok,” I hear him mutter, “There’s none.”
I just nod, and sink to my knees.
“Whoa,” I hear James cry as he hurries to help hold me up.
“Miles,” I hear my teacher call, “Do you want to have James and Jackson escort you to the Nurse’s office? I don’t think coming today was the best idea for you.”
“I-I’ll be alright,” I stutter, regaining my breath, “J-just need a d-drink.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’ll be okay once I get a drink.”
“Okay, Jackson Toro, could you take him down to the bathroom to get a drink? Once done meet up in D6P, as we will move there so the cleaners can clean up the sink.”
He just nods, and helps me out of the class room.
“You sure you don’t wanna go home?” He asks.
“Yeah if I go home I’ll just be coddled and I will remain there until there is not even I speck on my,” I tell him with a small laugh.
“Who are you, and what have you done with Miles Anthony Iero?” He asks all serious, before bursting into a fit of laughter.
“Relax,” I giggle lightly, trying not to hurt my ribs anymore, “Frank Iero is just a scary overprotective father, that’s all.”
“Oh, good,” He sighs, but I don’t think he quite believes me.
We continue to walk in silence, occasionally hearing some conversation from some random class.
“YOU ARE ALL USELESS SCUM, WHO SHAN’T EVER SURVIVE IN THE REAL WORLD!” One teacher screams, causing Jackson and I to crack up to the put where it hurts my ribs.
We both agree, though we didn’t vocal it, to go to the top floor bathroom to just waste time.
“Hey,” I say as soon as we enter, realising something, “Where’s Kobra?”
“He didn’t tell you?” Jackson says, rather confused.
“No,” I say, starting to worry slightly, “I haven’t talked to him since our fight. He okay?”
“Uh, yeah,” Jackson frowns, “I thought you hated him now?”
“Well, I realised it would be kinda hard to hate him, considering how close our families are, so I decided to accept hating him forever won’t work,” I tell him, wording my speech properly, to show I haven’t gone soft, and admitted it was my fault.
“Oh, um,” He stutters, “You see, Kobra won’t be at school for the next few months.”
“WHAT?!” I scream, jumping up from where I as leaning against the sink.
“He has been sent to stay with Gerard for a bit,” He mutters, not telling me anything else.
“Why?” I say, offended I wasn’t alerted earlier, and worried about what happened.
“He didn’t say,” I am told, more of a question than a statement.
“You’re a terrible liar Jacko,” I point out, “What happened?”
“Okay,” He sighs, “But you didn’t hear this from me.”
“Deal.”
“Well,” He begins, rubbing the back of his head, “He kinda, sorta, freaked out at Mikey, and so Mikey kinda sorta called his therapist, who kinda sorta said he should stay with Gerard and he has a kinda sorta problem with his dad’s side of the family, and Mikey kinda sorta agreed to send him to stay with Gerard, Kinda sorta.”
“Shit,” I say, my mouth falling open, eyes bugged.
“Um,” Jackson continues, rubbing his hands as if he was deciding on something.
“What happened?” I say, rather venomous, “You’re keeping something from me. I can tell.”
“Well,” He gives me a look of ‘should I’, “Mikey maybe kinda sorta hit him outta anger and frustration.”
“What do you mean?” I say as my face pales.
“Mikey slapped him.”
My mouth goes dry.
“L-let’s just go back to class,” I stutter, shock taking over my body.
I turn and leave the bathroom, walking down the stairs to the required classroom.
I couldn’t believe it. Sweet Mikey Way, the man, from the moment Kobra was born, swore to protect him with his life, hit him. He raised his hand and slapped his own flesh and blood. Mikey is a Bassist, so his hands wouldn’t be baby soft. It would have split the skin or left a rather nasty bruise. I wonder what Kristin did?
With all the thoughts playing through my head, I almost miss the room. I enter, and as soon as I do, the thoughts are pushed to the back of my head, and I try to holding my laughter.
I have no fucking clue where Mrs is, but some kid named Oscar Bates is standing on a table, with music blaring from the teacher’s computer (I wonder who hacked it), he is shirtless and dancing and singing alone to Barbie Girl.
“Imma Barbie girl, in a Barbie world,” I whines, letting out little sexual moans as he does so.
I lose it.
“HEY MILES IS BACK!” James screams, running over to see if I am okay.
Just as he does, Jackson comes over, and falls to the floor in tears of laughter. Just as he does that, Oscar turns to us, and starts doing hip thrusts in our direction, moaning with each thrust.
“MR BATES!” Everyone goes silent, the only sound being Barbie Girl, which is still blasting.
“Uh,” Oscar blushes, looking around rapidly.
“PUT ON YOUR SHIRT, AND COME WITH ME!” He is instructed.
He jumps off the table and scrambles for his shirt.
“Oh Miles,” Mrs Gay gasps, noticing me and walking over, “You doing better?”
“Wha-oh, oh yeah,” I say, rather taken aback.
“Good,” She smiles, before turning to the rest of the class, “PAGE 457 OF THE TEXT BOOK! CHAPTER 16, PLANT CELLS AND WHAT THEY DO! READ IT ALL, THEN ANSWER QUESTIONS 1 THROUGH TO 6, WITH DETAIL! I’LL BE BACK LATER!”
And with that, she turns and leaves the class.
I sit down at the back, in-between James and Jackson (Haha, JJ) and open the text book to the assigned page.
I got out my pen, focused and ready to… draw some hard-core dicks on this page. James grabbed his compass, determined and empowered to… carve some hot tits on the desk. Jackson got out his sharpie, excited and thrilled to… write some random phone numbers on the wall.
This is gonna be a productive lesson.

Notes

This was 2010 words long. Again, sorry for the wait, but school is over for a bit, so I will try and update as much as possible, and also, who has listened to the 3 new songs Green Day has put out? THEY ARE SO GOOD! My new favourite song of all time is Still Breathing. Anyways, I will update again, tomorrow, or later today. I have the WHOLE plot for the story down pat now, and I know exactly how I am gonna end it and everything. SO NO MORE RANDOM PLOT CHANGES! Anyways, I go to go write this next chapter, so BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!