Manage me, I'm a mess.
Posion, something i could live without.
Chapter 5 is now up. Miles comes in on this one and drama happens. Okay Enjoy!
I slam my locker shut, and run to my class. I ran into Claire again and she tried to seduce me. Can’t she tell I’m not fucking interested? Due to this she made me late, so now I have exactly thirty seconds to run up the stairs, turn the corner and get to History.
I race away from my locker, holding my belongings close to me as I zip up the stairs. I make a sharp turn, almost bashing into some freshmen. I slam open the door to the class, and almost cry with relief. The teacher isn’t here.
The back row of boys stand up, and clear their throats, silencing the class. It consists of, Jackson Toro, Todd Rah, Hugo Body, Miles Iero (Huh, guess he was just late), James Burrell, and Logan Alexis.
“THREE, TWO, ONE!” Miles yells, before the whole row of boys begin to scream out a series of words.
“WHEN I WAS, A YOUNG BOY, MY FATHER, TOOK ME INTO THE CITY, TO SEE THE MARCHING BAND!”
“Seriously guys,” I groan, knowing why they are doing this.
“HE SAID, SON WHEN YOU GROW UP, WILL YOU BE THE SAVIOR OF THE BROKEN, THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED!”
“Guys seriously, stop.”
“HE SAID WILL YOU DEFEAT THE, YOUR DEMONS, AND ALL THE NON BELIVERS, THE PLANS THAT THEY HAVE MADE!”
“You’re gonna get in trouble.”
“ONE DAY I’LL LEAVE YOU, A PHANTOM TO LEAD YOU IN THE SUMMER, TO JOIN THE BLACK PARADE!”
“STOP!”
“WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY, MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY, TO SEE A MARCHING BAND! HE SAID SON WHEN YOU GROW UP, WILL YOU BE THE SAVIOR OF THE BROKEN, THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED!”
“That’s enough boys, sit down,” I whizz around to see my Irish History teacher standing at the front, laughing slightly.
“I hate you,” I glare at Miles as I sit down in between him and Jackson.
“Love you too,” He grins back, poking his tongue out, “Maybe I should wear my dad’s parade jacket tomorrow?”
“Maybe you should jump off a cliff,” I throw back, still glaring.
“Alright settle down,” Mr McCarthy says, directing it at Miles and I, “We all had some fun with the, um, beautiful singing from the boys back there, but we really must get on with our work.”
The class erupts in laughter, as Miles pretends to act hurt.
“I’m offended sir,” He fake gasps, causing people up the front to snicker, “You saying my singing isn’t beautiful? I’ll have you know my father is a world famous rock star and has the voice of an angle.”
“Yeah, which he gave to you older sister Lily,” Jackson shoots back causing a whole round of Ooh’s.
“Okay,” Mr McCarthy yells, ignoring the little banter, “Apes, our ancestors, some more than others.”
We all laugh, knowing he is referring to some of the jocks at the school.
“Around the BC era people were lead to believe a bean known as God created the world,” He continues, but I just drown him out.
Miles is next to me, drawing in his book, and Jackson is looking like he might sleep through this class. Typical. We have the same routine for every class, Miles draws till yelled at or given detention, and Jackson sleeps till he is woken up. I will on the other hand, sit there for the whole period, lost in thought.
I wonder what my parents wanted to say to me. Was it important to me, or just adult important? Maybe I should have stayed. Ugh, who am I kidding, it’ll just be my dad banging on about how in the real world I can’t act like that, that if I didn’t change my attitude, they’ll take away privileges. As if I give a shit.
“If my enemies threw a party, would you light the candles? Would you drink the wine, while watching television?”
I jump, realising that it is my phone ringing. I pick it up, and check the caller ID.
‘Mum.’
I glare at it, and just allow it to ring. I don’t want to deal with that bitch now. I shove it in my pocket, not wanting to talk to her.
“You know if it is a family member you can answer the phone,” See this is what I love about Mr McCarthy, he lets you talk to you family on the phone in class.
“It is, but I don’t want to deal with them,” I grumble, resting my chin on the palm of my hand.
“Who is it?” Jackson asks, leaving over as if trying to see the ID.
“Just my mum,” I say, nudging him away.
“Maybe you should answer it,” Mr McCarthy tells me, “It might be important.
I go to respond, but before I can my phone stops ringing.
“Too late,” I smirk, satisfied that it has rung out.
The lesson continues on for a few minutes, before my phone starts to ring again. This time it is Uncle Gee.
“Come on dude,” Jackson urges me, “If it is Gerard it must be serious.”
“Yeah,” Miles agrees, nodding, “Maybe your cat died.”
“Then I would celebrate,” I snap, folding my arms, “I hate that feline. All it does is scratch and hiss. FYI, it’s not mine, it’s my dad’s.”
They shut up, and wait for my phone to silence.
The next call I get less than two minutes later, and it is Frank. Again I am pressured to answer the call, but I refuse saying we can only answer calls from family. They are silent when Jamia calls. They try and protest when Ray rings, but I still refuse. Christa calls, and the whole class chooses to ignore it. Both Lily and Cherry try, leading Miles to say he’ll talk to them, since they’re his family, but I refuse saying it is my phone. The final call, however, I answer.
“Bandit,” I snap, fed up with the constant calls, “Tell your parents to stop freaking out, tell my parents to fuck off, and tell Frank, Jamia, Lily, Cherry, Ray, and Christa they aren’t my family, so they can all PISS OFF AND GET OUT OF MY LIFE!”
“Oh Kobie,” She cries on the other end, “Everyone thought you were kidnapped or something. You wouldn’t pick up your phone, and you didn’t go down to talk to your parents like they told you to. Where were you?”
“School dumbass,” I spit, glaring at the desk in front of me, “It’s Monday, I have school. And as for the talk with my parents, I didn’t go because I don’t want to deal with that drug addict called Mikey Way that claims to be my father.”
“KOBRA!” She screams on the other end, probably alerting the people in my class, “YOUR FATHER IS A GREAT MAN! DON’T EVER SAY THAT ABOUT HIM!”
“Yeah,” I growl, “Maybe I shouldn’t blame my father for it. I SHOULD BLAME YOUR’S! YOUR DAD WAS THE ONE GOING ON STAGE HIGH AS A KITE AND PISSED! HIS FUCKING PANTS FELL DOWN FOR CHRIST SAKES! AS FAR AS I AM CONCERNDED YOU FATHER DRUGGED IT INTO MY DAD!”
She didn’t respond. I could hear sobbing on the other end before she hung up the phone. I growled at my phone before I threw it on the desk, throwing my head down after.
“Um, are you okay Kobs?” Miles asked, putting a hand on my back.
“Fucking peachy,” I spit, looking up to glare at him.
“Um, Mr Way,” I turn to face a rather shocked Mr McCarthy, “I know I allow you to answer calls in class, but I would appreciate it if you go outside if it gets, um, personal.”
“Ha,” I snort, smirking, “In what way is it personal? My Uncle Gerard masturbated on stage, made out with Miles’ dad Frank in front of thousands of kids then didn’t give two shits when he lost his pants on stage. It is no secret that my dad Mikey tried to shove a fork in a toaster, that he snorted cocaine to the put he was put in fucking rehab, twice. Once before I was born and again when I was six. They’re privacy went straight down the drain when they started My Chemical Romance. Hell, this jacket was worn during the time of The Black Parade. My dad was a fucking depressive alcoholic and everyone knows it. Gerard probably fucked Frank. It is not privet.”
I turn to see Miles with his head in his hands, blushing like crazy as he doesn’t like people knowing that his dad, on countless occasions, willingly kiss my Uncle. Now I feel bad.
“Sorry Miles,” I mumble, looking over at him.
“You know I hate people know what Gerard and my dad did,” I glares at me, and I swear I saw tears in his eyes.
“I’m sorry I-,” He cut me off.
“You what?” He yells, sitting up, “YOU WEREN’T THINKING?! OR MAYBE YOU FORGOT HOW BADLY I WAS BULLIED IN MIDDLE SCHOOL WHEN PEOPLE FOUND OUT ABOUT THAT! WHAT ABOUT YOU COUSIN BANDIT?! SHE WAS DRIVEN TO THE POINT WHERE SHE TRIED TO KILL HERSELF WHEN PEOPLE FOUND OUT! YOU HAVE NEVER KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE BULLIED FROM THE ACTIONS OF YOU PARENTS! MAYBE YOU WILL NOW SINCE YOU JUST EXPOSED YOU FATHER’S DRUG ADDICTION! IF THAT DOESN’T WORK, HOW ABOUT I LEAK THAT PHOTO OF YOUR DAD DRESSED UP LIKE A SLUT!”
“Hey, hey,” Jackson jumps up, going to comfort Miles, “There is no need, Kobra just wasn’t thinking.”
Miles looks like he is about to say something, but doesn’t. He just keeps his mouth shut.
“Sir?” Jackson asks, looking up to Mr McCarthy, “Can I take Miles out to cool down?”
“Yes, yes,” He nods, “Here take a hall pass.”
They walk off to the front of the room, retrieve the hall pass and exit the room, leaving me to sit there and feel like shit.
“Now,” Mr McCarthy turns to me, sounding quite annoyed, “I don’t know what any of that was, nor do I care, but I don’t want to hear any more of it. Also, if I find out any of you post things that could get the other bullied or hurt, there will be serious consequences.”
“Yes sir,” I mumble, feeling like I might cry.
I sit in silence for the rest of the lesson, not talking to anyone. Miles and Jackson don’t return for the whole lesson, leaving me alone, and stuck with all these odd stares. At one point Hugo and Logan are looking under their desk laughing. They are at the table across from me, so I lean over slightly to find out what is so funny, wondering if I am going to regret it. I do, but not in the way I thought. They were laughing at a photo of my dad wearing fishnets, high heel boots, and he is in a very sexual picture on a couch. They found the photo.
*RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNGG*
I jump up from my seat, and race out of the room, book and pencil case under my arm, before anyone can stop me. I rush to my locker, throw in my History book, keep my pencil case, and grab my art book before I go over to where I normally meet up with my friends, only to find out they aren’t there. I sigh, and sit down at the bench, opening my art book and continuing on my art project. I press play on my phone, and the song to come up is Mrs Potato Head by Melanie Martinez. Most people would say that the song is a bit more of a girly song, but I don’t give a shit. Uncle Gee said that music is for everyone, and no song is a guilty pleasure, or has an assigned gender listener. I sit there, humming along to the tune, continuing on with the lines. I feel my stomach shake, reminding me I haven’t had breakfast, but if I buy food now, I won’t have any money for lunch. I look up and look around to see if Miles or Jackson are anywhere in sight. I can’t see the head of any of them.
A wave of guilt overcomes me, realising I probably just destroyed my friendship with Miles for saying what I said in History. That really fucked up his life in Middle School, so much that he only came to school for around three months that year in year seven. It was true Bandit tried to kill herself in High School when word got around about Frank and Gerard, and some preppy bitches found humour in making her life a living hell because of it. I screamed that out in class like I didn’t give a fuck, now I am probably going to lose a friendship I’ve had since I was born.
I feel tears burn in the back of my eyes, and my chest tighten. No, god, no. I slam my art book shut, gather up my stuff, and run into the school. I make a beeline for the top floor boy’s bathroom, I know it is a long way, but it is nearly almost always empty. I slow down slightly, and rush into the room once up the stairs. I go to the stall furthest from the door, close it, lock it, and drop my book and pencil case. I sink to the floor, and start hyperventilating. Tears that had been threatening to seep out from my eyes, fall and I begin to sob softly, gasping for air.
I sit there, having a panic attack on the toilet floor, until the bell goes. I don’t bother about getting up as I still haven’t calmed down. I decide to skip knowing I have English with Miles. The thought of him brings more tears to my eyes. He hates me now. A friend who has been there through thick and thin, hates me. It’s over, I am no longer his friend. What will happen when we have a get together? What if MCR gets back together? His dad is a close friend of my dad. They see each other a lot. How do I tell Frank I upset his son?
All these thoughts cloud my head, causing my breathing to constrict. I feel darkness creep up from the corners of my eyes, leaving my last thought on my mind before I black out. I lost a friend.
I slam my locker shut, and run to my class. I ran into Claire again and she tried to seduce me. Can’t she tell I’m not fucking interested? Due to this she made me late, so now I have exactly thirty seconds to run up the stairs, turn the corner and get to History.
I race away from my locker, holding my belongings close to me as I zip up the stairs. I make a sharp turn, almost bashing into some freshmen. I slam open the door to the class, and almost cry with relief. The teacher isn’t here.
The back row of boys stand up, and clear their throats, silencing the class. It consists of, Jackson Toro, Todd Rah, Hugo Body, Miles Iero (Huh, guess he was just late), James Burrell, and Logan Alexis.
“THREE, TWO, ONE!” Miles yells, before the whole row of boys begin to scream out a series of words.
“WHEN I WAS, A YOUNG BOY, MY FATHER, TOOK ME INTO THE CITY, TO SEE THE MARCHING BAND!”
“Seriously guys,” I groan, knowing why they are doing this.
“HE SAID, SON WHEN YOU GROW UP, WILL YOU BE THE SAVIOR OF THE BROKEN, THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED!”
“Guys seriously, stop.”
“HE SAID WILL YOU DEFEAT THE, YOUR DEMONS, AND ALL THE NON BELIVERS, THE PLANS THAT THEY HAVE MADE!”
“You’re gonna get in trouble.”
“ONE DAY I’LL LEAVE YOU, A PHANTOM TO LEAD YOU IN THE SUMMER, TO JOIN THE BLACK PARADE!”
“STOP!”
“WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY, MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY, TO SEE A MARCHING BAND! HE SAID SON WHEN YOU GROW UP, WILL YOU BE THE SAVIOR OF THE BROKEN, THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED!”
“That’s enough boys, sit down,” I whizz around to see my Irish History teacher standing at the front, laughing slightly.
“I hate you,” I glare at Miles as I sit down in between him and Jackson.
“Love you too,” He grins back, poking his tongue out, “Maybe I should wear my dad’s parade jacket tomorrow?”
“Maybe you should jump off a cliff,” I throw back, still glaring.
“Alright settle down,” Mr McCarthy says, directing it at Miles and I, “We all had some fun with the, um, beautiful singing from the boys back there, but we really must get on with our work.”
The class erupts in laughter, as Miles pretends to act hurt.
“I’m offended sir,” He fake gasps, causing people up the front to snicker, “You saying my singing isn’t beautiful? I’ll have you know my father is a world famous rock star and has the voice of an angle.”
“Yeah, which he gave to you older sister Lily,” Jackson shoots back causing a whole round of Ooh’s.
“Okay,” Mr McCarthy yells, ignoring the little banter, “Apes, our ancestors, some more than others.”
We all laugh, knowing he is referring to some of the jocks at the school.
“Around the BC era people were lead to believe a bean known as God created the world,” He continues, but I just drown him out.
Miles is next to me, drawing in his book, and Jackson is looking like he might sleep through this class. Typical. We have the same routine for every class, Miles draws till yelled at or given detention, and Jackson sleeps till he is woken up. I will on the other hand, sit there for the whole period, lost in thought.
I wonder what my parents wanted to say to me. Was it important to me, or just adult important? Maybe I should have stayed. Ugh, who am I kidding, it’ll just be my dad banging on about how in the real world I can’t act like that, that if I didn’t change my attitude, they’ll take away privileges. As if I give a shit.
“If my enemies threw a party, would you light the candles? Would you drink the wine, while watching television?”
I jump, realising that it is my phone ringing. I pick it up, and check the caller ID.
‘Mum.’
I glare at it, and just allow it to ring. I don’t want to deal with that bitch now. I shove it in my pocket, not wanting to talk to her.
“You know if it is a family member you can answer the phone,” See this is what I love about Mr McCarthy, he lets you talk to you family on the phone in class.
“It is, but I don’t want to deal with them,” I grumble, resting my chin on the palm of my hand.
“Who is it?” Jackson asks, leaving over as if trying to see the ID.
“Just my mum,” I say, nudging him away.
“Maybe you should answer it,” Mr McCarthy tells me, “It might be important.
I go to respond, but before I can my phone stops ringing.
“Too late,” I smirk, satisfied that it has rung out.
The lesson continues on for a few minutes, before my phone starts to ring again. This time it is Uncle Gee.
“Come on dude,” Jackson urges me, “If it is Gerard it must be serious.”
“Yeah,” Miles agrees, nodding, “Maybe your cat died.”
“Then I would celebrate,” I snap, folding my arms, “I hate that feline. All it does is scratch and hiss. FYI, it’s not mine, it’s my dad’s.”
They shut up, and wait for my phone to silence.
The next call I get less than two minutes later, and it is Frank. Again I am pressured to answer the call, but I refuse saying we can only answer calls from family. They are silent when Jamia calls. They try and protest when Ray rings, but I still refuse. Christa calls, and the whole class chooses to ignore it. Both Lily and Cherry try, leading Miles to say he’ll talk to them, since they’re his family, but I refuse saying it is my phone. The final call, however, I answer.
“Bandit,” I snap, fed up with the constant calls, “Tell your parents to stop freaking out, tell my parents to fuck off, and tell Frank, Jamia, Lily, Cherry, Ray, and Christa they aren’t my family, so they can all PISS OFF AND GET OUT OF MY LIFE!”
“Oh Kobie,” She cries on the other end, “Everyone thought you were kidnapped or something. You wouldn’t pick up your phone, and you didn’t go down to talk to your parents like they told you to. Where were you?”
“School dumbass,” I spit, glaring at the desk in front of me, “It’s Monday, I have school. And as for the talk with my parents, I didn’t go because I don’t want to deal with that drug addict called Mikey Way that claims to be my father.”
“KOBRA!” She screams on the other end, probably alerting the people in my class, “YOUR FATHER IS A GREAT MAN! DON’T EVER SAY THAT ABOUT HIM!”
“Yeah,” I growl, “Maybe I shouldn’t blame my father for it. I SHOULD BLAME YOUR’S! YOUR DAD WAS THE ONE GOING ON STAGE HIGH AS A KITE AND PISSED! HIS FUCKING PANTS FELL DOWN FOR CHRIST SAKES! AS FAR AS I AM CONCERNDED YOU FATHER DRUGGED IT INTO MY DAD!”
She didn’t respond. I could hear sobbing on the other end before she hung up the phone. I growled at my phone before I threw it on the desk, throwing my head down after.
“Um, are you okay Kobs?” Miles asked, putting a hand on my back.
“Fucking peachy,” I spit, looking up to glare at him.
“Um, Mr Way,” I turn to face a rather shocked Mr McCarthy, “I know I allow you to answer calls in class, but I would appreciate it if you go outside if it gets, um, personal.”
“Ha,” I snort, smirking, “In what way is it personal? My Uncle Gerard masturbated on stage, made out with Miles’ dad Frank in front of thousands of kids then didn’t give two shits when he lost his pants on stage. It is no secret that my dad Mikey tried to shove a fork in a toaster, that he snorted cocaine to the put he was put in fucking rehab, twice. Once before I was born and again when I was six. They’re privacy went straight down the drain when they started My Chemical Romance. Hell, this jacket was worn during the time of The Black Parade. My dad was a fucking depressive alcoholic and everyone knows it. Gerard probably fucked Frank. It is not privet.”
I turn to see Miles with his head in his hands, blushing like crazy as he doesn’t like people knowing that his dad, on countless occasions, willingly kiss my Uncle. Now I feel bad.
“Sorry Miles,” I mumble, looking over at him.
“You know I hate people know what Gerard and my dad did,” I glares at me, and I swear I saw tears in his eyes.
“I’m sorry I-,” He cut me off.
“You what?” He yells, sitting up, “YOU WEREN’T THINKING?! OR MAYBE YOU FORGOT HOW BADLY I WAS BULLIED IN MIDDLE SCHOOL WHEN PEOPLE FOUND OUT ABOUT THAT! WHAT ABOUT YOU COUSIN BANDIT?! SHE WAS DRIVEN TO THE POINT WHERE SHE TRIED TO KILL HERSELF WHEN PEOPLE FOUND OUT! YOU HAVE NEVER KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE BULLIED FROM THE ACTIONS OF YOU PARENTS! MAYBE YOU WILL NOW SINCE YOU JUST EXPOSED YOU FATHER’S DRUG ADDICTION! IF THAT DOESN’T WORK, HOW ABOUT I LEAK THAT PHOTO OF YOUR DAD DRESSED UP LIKE A SLUT!”
“Hey, hey,” Jackson jumps up, going to comfort Miles, “There is no need, Kobra just wasn’t thinking.”
Miles looks like he is about to say something, but doesn’t. He just keeps his mouth shut.
“Sir?” Jackson asks, looking up to Mr McCarthy, “Can I take Miles out to cool down?”
“Yes, yes,” He nods, “Here take a hall pass.”
They walk off to the front of the room, retrieve the hall pass and exit the room, leaving me to sit there and feel like shit.
“Now,” Mr McCarthy turns to me, sounding quite annoyed, “I don’t know what any of that was, nor do I care, but I don’t want to hear any more of it. Also, if I find out any of you post things that could get the other bullied or hurt, there will be serious consequences.”
“Yes sir,” I mumble, feeling like I might cry.
I sit in silence for the rest of the lesson, not talking to anyone. Miles and Jackson don’t return for the whole lesson, leaving me alone, and stuck with all these odd stares. At one point Hugo and Logan are looking under their desk laughing. They are at the table across from me, so I lean over slightly to find out what is so funny, wondering if I am going to regret it. I do, but not in the way I thought. They were laughing at a photo of my dad wearing fishnets, high heel boots, and he is in a very sexual picture on a couch. They found the photo.
*RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNGG*
I jump up from my seat, and race out of the room, book and pencil case under my arm, before anyone can stop me. I rush to my locker, throw in my History book, keep my pencil case, and grab my art book before I go over to where I normally meet up with my friends, only to find out they aren’t there. I sigh, and sit down at the bench, opening my art book and continuing on my art project. I press play on my phone, and the song to come up is Mrs Potato Head by Melanie Martinez. Most people would say that the song is a bit more of a girly song, but I don’t give a shit. Uncle Gee said that music is for everyone, and no song is a guilty pleasure, or has an assigned gender listener. I sit there, humming along to the tune, continuing on with the lines. I feel my stomach shake, reminding me I haven’t had breakfast, but if I buy food now, I won’t have any money for lunch. I look up and look around to see if Miles or Jackson are anywhere in sight. I can’t see the head of any of them.
A wave of guilt overcomes me, realising I probably just destroyed my friendship with Miles for saying what I said in History. That really fucked up his life in Middle School, so much that he only came to school for around three months that year in year seven. It was true Bandit tried to kill herself in High School when word got around about Frank and Gerard, and some preppy bitches found humour in making her life a living hell because of it. I screamed that out in class like I didn’t give a fuck, now I am probably going to lose a friendship I’ve had since I was born.
I feel tears burn in the back of my eyes, and my chest tighten. No, god, no. I slam my art book shut, gather up my stuff, and run into the school. I make a beeline for the top floor boy’s bathroom, I know it is a long way, but it is nearly almost always empty. I slow down slightly, and rush into the room once up the stairs. I go to the stall furthest from the door, close it, lock it, and drop my book and pencil case. I sink to the floor, and start hyperventilating. Tears that had been threatening to seep out from my eyes, fall and I begin to sob softly, gasping for air.
I sit there, having a panic attack on the toilet floor, until the bell goes. I don’t bother about getting up as I still haven’t calmed down. I decide to skip knowing I have English with Miles. The thought of him brings more tears to my eyes. He hates me now. A friend who has been there through thick and thin, hates me. It’s over, I am no longer his friend. What will happen when we have a get together? What if MCR gets back together? His dad is a close friend of my dad. They see each other a lot. How do I tell Frank I upset his son?
All these thoughts cloud my head, causing my breathing to constrict. I feel darkness creep up from the corners of my eyes, leaving my last thought on my mind before I black out. I lost a friend.
Ooh this is interesting! Update soon please!
(And about the BFF video, I'm pretty sure it's Miles. I don't know anything for sure but it would make sense if it was.)
10/16/16