Don't say I'm better off dead

Frank didn't come to school the next day. Gerard arrived worried for his friends safety, hoping that he was okay. Deep down he secretly hoped that Frank would be back. Would be safe. But when he sat down for his first lesson without Frank by his side or when he sat silently with Mikey at break and lunch he knew that it wasn't going to happen. He missed him. Like, really missed him. He had almost forgotten what life was like before he had met Frank. But now he remembered. It was lonely, dark and a life with few smiles.

It was on the way back from lunch while he was walking to chemistry that he met Darren in the corridor. He would have stood up for what he did to Frank. He should have stood up for Frank. But he felt that Frank might not have wanted this. Not wanted him to get in anymore trouble. Not wanted him to get hurt. The tall dirty-blonde haired boy approached him, his group of 'friends' packed behind him.

"How's little Frankie recovering?" He asked, smugly. A few from behind laughed.
"Please just leave me and him alone, okay?" Gerard replied softly, turning his gaze to the floor.
"And why should I do that?" He sneered, "watcha gunna do? Beat me up or something? Ha, in your dreams! You'd never even hurt a f*cking fly!"
"And you see that as a bad thing do you?" He replied with, changing his mind. Sharp breaths were heard from the onlookers. Gerard looked up, now it was time to pull out the sass.
"Oh sh*t. This ones got a right gobby mouth on it, eh?" He said raising his voice.
"You could say that...."
"Well why don't you sort your life out then? Get out of your sh*tty emo phase. Tell you what, why don't you go down to Tesco's, and buy this magical thing called dye? Then you could dye your hair to a normal colour, like, I dunno. Blonde. Like then you'd look like less of a joke...."
"Well. Your obviously the joke round here with that hairstyle." He said, pointing to Darren's spikey mess that was stuck to the top of his head.
"Well...well..." Darren stuttered trying to think of a reply.
"And what kind of a person goes beating up kids that are two years younger than him anyway? That's just weak! I hate to repeat the common phrase but: pick on someone your own size!"
"What if I picked you up by your hair and held you level to my eyes? Would you allow me to beat the living daylights out of you then because we where the same size?"
"Well, actually we wouldn't because technically I'd still be smaller. You see though it would seem that we were at the same height however we wouldn't be as my feet wouldn't be touching the ground. Height is measured from foot to head, Darren. Not floor to head."
"What?"
"Well maybe if every now and again you at least tried to engage your brain, then you might eventually figure some stuff out for yourself. Or does your little perfect mummy do all that for you?"

Darren gulped as a few of his 'followers' began to laugh. He tried to out sass Gerard, but we all know that that's impossible.
"A-and get some proper clothes you little sh*t instead of walking around in second hand ripped up bits of cloth. Buy some proper shirts. Buy some proper new trousers. Or can you not even afford to clothe yourself? Buy some proper trainers too while your at it. Cut your hair so that you look like less of a girl. Get some proper friends."
"But then I'd be like you Darren....and no offence but I would never want to be like you!"
"Did you not hear what I just said?"
"What did you say? Sorry, I think my brain switched off due to an overload of stupidity." Gerard asked, smiling.
"I. Said. That. You. Act. Like. A. F*cking. Girl." Darren replied with slowly, pausing after each word.
"No. You didn't. You said: 'so that you look like less of a girl'."
"Well, if you knew then why did you ask?" Darren said taking a step closer.
"Just wanted to see...."
"See what?"
"If you were going to waste your breath on me!" Gerard said taking a step closer, pulling his bag further onto his back. He tightened the straps. 'What is he doing?' The crowd whispered, 'he'll get himself beat up.'
"I shouldn't be wasting my breath on someone like you!" Darren said, spitting on the floor. "But I could waste my fists on your body instead"
"You could.... but you shouldn't should you?"
"Wait, what?"
"You should save your breath." Gee whispered.
Darren looked confused as he rolled up his sleeves.
"You should save your breath so that you might have a chance of catching me!" Gerard whispered into Darren's ear.

And with that he turned and ran. It took a few seconds for Darren to realise what was happening. He followed, but Gerard knew that he wasn't going to catch him, he was too slow. He burst through the fire door slamming it shut behind him.
He didn't mean for it to smash into Darren's face. But it did. He heard Darren cursing and yelling as he tried to stand back up.
"You can't run forever!" He cried. "I'LL GET YOU!!! And I'll get your FRIEND!!! I PROMISE!!! I'll make his life a f*cking misery again! I'll beat that sh*thead and his f*cking worthless guts to pieces until they fall out of him!!"
But Gerard kept on running. He just kept going.....

Notes

Like I'm literally so sorry for the long gaps between chapters. I've been a bit busy over the past few days but I'll try and write more tomorrow. I'm hoping to finish this before I go back to school as well. Once again, thanks for reading this, hope you enjoyed Gerard's sassiness. :) Xx