Safe Haven

"Aren't you supposed to be meeting your mum?" I turned around to find Gerard leaning onto the school wall lazily taking a drag from his cigarette. Great, just what I needed.


"Aren't you supposed to be in town having lunch with your family?" I raised an eyebrow at him, quickly hiding the bottle of pills in the pocket of my jacket, hoping he didn't notice me taking it.


"I asked you first." He breathed out a cloud of smoke peeling himself off of the wall and walking over to me. It was strange seeing him all dressed up like that, walking around the school grounds casually. The last time I saw him around here was when he was still a student. He took a seat next to me and continued to puff on his cigarette. "Well?"


"Mum's in work. I wanted to stay outside for a bit and relax. That was until you came here and decided to sit on my bench." He took another drag and shook his head.


"Your bench?" He looked underneath him, and gripped the wooden boards that he was sat on. "I can't see your name on it, princess."


"Actually, it's right here." I reached around him to point at the corner of the bench that had my initials engraved in it. That was my job, done with a compass during a free period in the sixth grade.


"Nice." Gerard nodded and then shrugged, throwing his cigarette into the grass behind us. He was different today. He spoke more slowly. There was no sign of the smallest smirk on his face and he was frowning, ever so slightly. I guess it was the alcohol that turned him into a more outgoing person. "I'm sure you won't mind me sitting here for a minute."


"Why are you here Gerard? You're supposed to be with your parents and Mikey." I questioned, scared that he came here to ask me about my sister.


"I had to leave my car here," he said nodding towards the street to our left and I let out a silent sigh of relief. "The school car park was packed 'cause I was late."


"Where have you been the last two days?" The question came out of my mouth before I could think it through properly. Gerard stopped tapping his foot and looked at me with a hard gaze that made me regret talking to him at all. He didn't say anything. He just kept staring at me with squinted eyes and I think he must have sensed my anxious state because he looked away after a while and stood up. Way to make me feel awkward, Gerard. I don't know how he did it but somehow he managed to make me feel like I was thirteen again, getting told off for being an annoying little teenager.


He started walking away slowly and I was confused when he spoke again. "Come on, let's go." Was he even talking to me?


"Eh, what?" I spoke warily, still quite embarrassed from how he looked at me a minute ago.


"I'll give you a ride. Or are you planning on sitting on your bench for the rest of the day?" He paused in his walk, turning to face me again as he motioned to the bench.


"Um, I...." Gerard was offering me a ride? I was shocked for a second, trying to figure out whether or not he was being serious. His car was forbidden territory for me and I can't recall a single occasion when Gerard would offer a lift to anyone. Not even Mikey, who spent all the years walking to school with me on foot.


Sitting there under his impatient gaze, I came to a decision that he was in fact offering me a ride. If it was anyone else, I might have gladly accepted the offer. I wasn't very comfortable in the dress and somewhat high heels that my mum had picked for me this morning. Walking all the way back home would have been quite a hassle seeing as this morning it took me much longer to get here. However, I didn't exactly want to sit in a car with him for a whole ten minutes. Only a three minute conversation with him seemed to always end up tragically.


"I'm okay, I'll walk, thanks." I said uncertainly, still surprised with his offer. Gerard rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration.


"Cut the crap, Kayleigh, how exactly are you gonna walk home in those shoes after wearing them all day?" He snapped, turning around and walking away again. So now he cares if I am comfortable enough to walk home?


If I had just kept sitting there and didn't follow him, it would have been really awkward to ever encounter him again so even though I didn't want to, I got up and tried to catch up with Gerard who crossed the street and was now unlocking the car. He was fiddling with the radio when I sat down next to him on the passenger's seat. Still feeling uneasy about actually being in his car, I followed his actions and closed the door, reaching for the seatbelt. As I heard the engine come to life, the car was suddenly filled with the sound of Queen which took me by surprise completely. I never really knew what kind of music Gerard listened to. In fact, I never really knew anything about him so finding out he enjoyed some decent music was a pleasant revelation.


Whilst driving around the school, Gerard had to stop the car multiple times as all the students and families were leaving at the same time causing a build up of traffic. Everyone was honking at the crowds of people blocking the street, unlike Gerard, who seemed to be pretty much unfazed by the scenery around the school grounds. He was comfortably buried in the car seat, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in rhythm with Freddie Mercury's voice. I was, on the other hand, shifting in my seat tensely, trying to get over the fact that I was getting a ride from him.


Still stuck in the traffic by the school, I was trying to wrap my head around what made him do such a good deed, when a girl in a graduation robe was trying to squeeze through the gap between us and the car in front of us. From the way she styled her short brown hair and the amount of makeup on her face, I could tell that she was one of the girls that I had seen at the party last week. A group of giggly friends were following her and I had recognised them as some of the girls from my year. They were passing through the space between the cars and the girl stopped when she realized that Gerard was sitting right in front of her. Even though I couldn't hear her, I could tell that she gasped and giggled loudly as she waved at him and a pretentious smirk grew on her face. That was until her eyes landed on me and her expression changed into one of shock which made all of them look at me. One of the girls from my year must have recognised me. She said something to the girl in the robe which made the girl look at Gerard again in disbelief.


This was beyond awkward. I have never been caught in a situation like this before. I could have guessed what the girls were thinking, who they were and how they knew Gerard. However, when I looked over to him, he was still wearing his emotionless expression, unwrapping a pack of bubble gums, ignoring them completely.


Even though it was only a few seconds that they were staring at us, it felt like forever and seeing their startled faces made me self-conscious. The car in front of us drove away slowly but the girls didn't notice, their eyes glued to Gerard.


An ear-popping hoot pierced the air making all of them jump away from Gerard's car in pure shock, making them look absolutely ridiculous. I had to fight the urge to burst out laughing when one of them almost tripped over as she backed away from us, getting off the road and following her friends onto the sidewalk. Gerard showed no signs of amusement after scaring the crap out of them and simply put the car into motion, chewing on his gum casually.


"Some friends you've got there." I couldn't help but mutter under my breath silently.


"Not my friends." Gerard replied not taking his eyes off the road.


That was the end of that conversation, it seemed. I was very close to uttering some sassy remark but decided against it. I was wondering how many girls Gerard actually knew as well as those that he had just startled. Clearly that girl who graduated today knew him a bit better than just a brother of her classmate. I was pretty sure those two had some deeper connections. It's interesting how some people manage to get so much experience in this field at our age when then there's me who is trying their best to simply exist throughout high school without making any connections of this kind whatsoever.


We came to a stop at a red light and I found myself mouthing the words to Bohemian Rhapsody that had just come on moments ago. I wasn't as tense anymore, seeing as Gerard wasn't saying anything anyway. I'm pretty sure that the music did its magic too. I was looking out of the window, tapping my fingers on my knees in rhythm with the song. It was a sunny day and the car was getting pretty hot, especially as I was still wearing my jacket, but I didn't care. When you have some good music around you, nothing really matters.


I pretty much lip-synced the entire first part of the song without even realising that we were still standing at the traffic lights. I looked ahead of us to find that the green light had already been on. My peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Gerard's eyes looking at me instead of the road in front of us. I shut my mouth as soon as I realised that I was being watched the whole time. I turned around to face him shyly, expecting him to be at least a little amused by my performance, however, I was met with hard and serious eyes that made me wish for the car seat to swallow me here and there.


What the hell was his problem that he was looking at me like that? Does that guy have no social feelings at all? It might sound weird but I kind of missed the drunk Gerard as he was much easier to deal with. All the nice atmosphere from seconds ago was now long gone as I once again felt like an idiot.


The sound of a car behind us made Gerard focus his attention back on the road and we took off in the direction of our houses. To top it all off he turned off the radio before the song got to the fast, cheerful part. Luckily we were taking the last turn to our street and I couldn't wait to get away from this weird, awkward company, unbuckling my seatbelt before we even stopped.


"Thanks for the ride." I said as he pulled over by my house, reaching for the door handle, ready to get out quickly.


"Wait." He stopped me suddenly, making me face him again, however, he wasn't looking at me this time. Instead, his eyes were closed and his forehead was scrunched up in thought. I paused in my actions waiting for him to say whatever he had to say. He seemed to be extremely hesitant with his words as he kept opening and closing his mouth, taking deep breaths in between.


"Did - um..." he bit his bottom lip, trying to decide on what to say. I was really confused by the way he acted. It's not every day that you see Gerard Way without his usual confident mannerism. He was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his fingers turned white, making me wonder where this was heading.


"Did... did she... uh...."


So this is what it was all about. This is why he had offered me the ride in the first place. I knew it as soon as he had approached me at the school earlier. He wanted to ask me about Hayley.


"Never mind." He shook his head, refusing to look at me.


Suddenly I felt a bit of sympathy for Gerard. I don't know where it came from but seeing him so insecure awoke some sort of empathy inside of me. He had only just found out about the whole thing and since no one really knew what happened, he had to live in the shadow of rumours and made-up stories from his classmates. I guess it was only fair for him and my sister to know what really took place in the house across the street from his own.


"If you wanna ask anything, I don't mind talking about it." I offered, speaking softly. He let out an airy laugh, shaking his head again, scratching the leather of the steering wheel with his thumb. I waited for his response or perhaps a question, bracing myself for pretty much anything. It's not like I wanted to talk about it, and if it came to it, I definitely wasn't willing to share too many details. However, I wasn't going to tell him to get lost if he had some respectful questions. I don't think I realised the seriousness of the situation until I heard him sniffle as he let out a shaky breath.


"I just..." He choked out but stopped himself before finishing the sentence. Looking at him like this took me back to the time I found him in tears on the porch of his house. This time it was different. This time I felt the same pain that he did. This time I could relate to what he was going through. I could understand.


"It doesn't matter, you can go." His hoarse whisper let on that he was suppressing the tears.


"You can talk to me, Gerard." I encouraged but he tried to run away from the topic.


"Forget it." He spoke after a while of consideration. "Just go." Once his voice became stern again, I realised that it was time for me to give up. Although, I remembered what Mikey had told me about how he reacted when he had first found out and what Frank had said about Gerard the other day. Placing my hand on his forearm to get his attention, I tried to sound concerned which I actually was in that moment.


"Maybe you shouldn't be driving like this, Gerard."


"Just get out!" I flinched when he yelled at me, retracting my hand and reaching for the door handle. This was it, I guess. I watched him speed off down the street before I could even make sure that I closed the door properly.


Standing there in the empty street, I had realised that Gerard and I will probably never find a way through to each other. Although Mikey was right, we were both pretty messed up in the head, however, his aggressive demeanour and unpredictable outbursts were still scaring me. I don't understand what I did wrong. This time I actually tried to give him a helping hand and talk to him as an adult. Clearly that's not what he needed right now.


Still being rather confused and upset from the whole car situation, I walked into our house, taking my high heels off. At least I didn't have to walk home.


I had to laugh a little at how I thought that he was actually being nice to me when he offered to take me home. Of course he wouldn't just give me a ride like that. I should have known that there would be something else in it. And of course, it had to be my sister. Ever since the January incident happened it seems like everything has to be about her. Not that it wasn't like that before but now it started interfering with my everyday life and with all the social interactions that I had. She ruined everything.



I was taking my jacket off when I had remembered about the pills that I had put in my pocket earlier. I reached out for them before putting the jacket on the hanger to avoid my mum finding out about them. She still believed that I wasn't taking them anymore and I wanted it to stay that way.


My heart stopped for a second when my hand didn't find the little orange container. Even though I was pretty sure that I put it in the right pocket, I checked the left one as well, just in case. It wasn't there.


Panicked, I ran out of the house with no shoes on, searching the area around the door, hoping that it might have fallen out when I was getting my keys. The bottle was nowhere to be found. I went as far as checking the pavement in front of our house, sighing heavily when I realised that the only place where they could be was the car. Gerard's car.


"Shit!" I cursed as I stared in the direction of where Gerard drove off just minutes ago. What now?


I didn't have any more of these as the doctor refused to prescribe more than one bottle to prevent an overdose, as if I couldn't overdose myself with only one. I had to live without them for God knows how long because I couldn't just go and get another prescription. Not only that, I now had to come up with a plan on how to get into Gerard's car without it being odd. Or worse - what if he found them? I know that he was taking some stuff for his messed up head as well but that didn't make it any less embarrassing for me if he found out about mine.


I spent the rest of the day cursing myself for being such an idiot and for making my life even more complicated than it already was. Sitting in my room that night, I tried to forget the conversation and the fact that I had lost my pills, whilst doodling in my sketchbook. Today was the last day of school and I had to face the reality that this was what the rest of the summer would be like.


Around nine o'clock the sound of an engine made me look outside my window. The Ways had just got back home from town but Gerard's car was nowhere to be seen. I watched as the whole family, minus the eldest brother, got out of the car, Mikey carrying his now neatly folded robe and Mrs. Way ushering him inside. She didn't join him and her husband. Instead, she crossed the road and headed to our house. In a couple of seconds a loud dong rang through the house and I could hear my mum running towards the door.


Being the nosey one in our family, I walked into the corridor and waited above the stairs, listening silently.


"Do you want some coffee? I'm about to make some." I could hear my mum inviting Donna in after asking her about the graduation.


"Ah, no thanks, I have to run back soon." Donna's lovely voice reached my ears and I could just see the tips of her shoes as she stood in the doorway. "Donald and I were thinking about doing our annual neighbours' dinner this weekend, will all of you be free?" Sweet Jesus, no!


The annual neighbours' dinner. An ancient tradition that my family and our neighbours from across the street have been following for years, where the adults have a great time whilst torturing their children with conversations about broken pipes in the bathrooms, the newest car models available, job promotions and the latest gossip from the neighbourhood. The cherry on top were the moments when they discussed their children, meaning us, as we sat there right next to them.


When we were younger it wasn't as bad as I was allowed to go and play with Mikey in his room whilst the adults prepared the food. I'm not sure what Hayley and Gerard were up to though. As we grew older, we were forced to either help out or sit through the endless talks and debates that our parents shared on those occasions.


This year was going to be worse for multiple reasons. First off, one chair would remain empty. The Ways had a gigantic dining table with eight seats in their living room where we always had our dinner. Whether they removed the chair or just left it there, one person would still be missing. It didn't even cross my mind that they would still think about doing it. I guess the Ways wanted to show my parents that life goes on and that we can still carry on with our tradition. It was quite sweet of them how they tried to cheer us up but I didn't exactly appreciate this one.


Second of all, the current situation between me and Gerard was too tense for my liking. I didn't exactly want to spend an entire evening in his presence and I'm pretty sure that after his little outburst, he would try to avoid me as well. However, Donna and Donald would definitely not allow their eldest to miss this 'oh so special' occasion.



Much to my own dismay, my parents both agreed to follow the tradition and even went shopping together during the week to buy food for the night. To make my point, I hadn't left the house for the entire week, starting off my holiday on the right note.


As the dreaded Saturday night approached, I reluctantly put down my sketchbook and followed my parents out of the door. "There you are! Let's go!" My dad smiled and pulled a little at the hem of my hoodie, shaking his head disapprovingly. Ignoring his opinions and the hot weather outside, I helped my parents carry some of the food across the street to the Way's house. Unlike my parents who seemed to be pretty excited, I was huffing silently under my breath about this whole thing.


I wondered about whether they were actually getting along today or if it was just a mask that they put on in front of our neighbours. Either way, it was a nice change from the silent treatments they had been giving each other or the endless arguments that they had.


As we were passing their car, I noticed that Gerard's car was parked there too, meaning that I'd have to face him again. I let my parents walk in front of me and I quickly ran towards the passenger's side of Gerard's car. Looking through the window, I was searching for the small orange object with my pills but I couldn't see anything. It was pretty clear that if I had really dropped it in there, he would have noticed straight away. I was actually hoping that I had lost it before I hopped into his car. I'd rather lose them for good than having him find out.


As I heard the front door open, I made my way inside, getting hit in the nose by the smell of the roast dinner. The Ways had a lovely home. There were loads of pictures on the numerous shelves in the hallway and in the living room, some of which were of me and Mikey playing in their backyard. The floors were all covered with soft carpets and the heavy burgundy curtains created a nice, homely atmosphere. Their house was slightly reminiscent of our own but it had that warm family vibe which I feel like our home didn't have anymore.


My dad immediately disappeared into the backyard with Donald, discussing their fence and how he wanted to rebuild it. I only briefly greeted Mikey, following our mums into the kitchen, trying to avoid bumping into Gerard.


I was handed some plates and was instructed to set up the table with some cutleries as well. Just as I had expected, the inevitable hurt of seeing the extra chair hit me right in the chest. Having this dinner felt like we were cheating on Hayley.


I was putting down the forks and my vision became clouded with tears that I was suppressing with all the strength that I had, not wanting to ruin the night for anyone. I could hear Donna and my mum calling for their husbands as they started bringing out the food. Trying to put myself together, I rubbed my eyes a little, walking away from the table. Not paying attention to where exactly I was walking to, I bumped into something hard, followed by cold, wet feeling spreading from my neck to my right arm.


"I'm so sorry, Kay!" Mikey gasped, standing in front of me with a now half empty jug of water. "Jesus, I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry."


"That's okay. It's only water." I said, feeling the hoodie sticking to my skin. My mum looked at me disapprovingly, shaking her head. "I'm gonna go get changed, I'll be right back." I announced just as I saw dad and Donald walking into the dining room.


"The dinner is being served, you're gonna have to take it off." My mum replied.


"But mum, I'll be just a minute." I said with a fearful tone, looking at her pleadingly. There was no way I was taking the hoodie off in here. I was wearing short sleeves underneath it but I couldn't keep it on either as it was soaking wet on one side.


"You're not going anywhere, I'm not having all of us waiting for you." She whispered sternly, making me gulp in pure terror.


"Gerard, the dinner's ready!" Donna shouted as everyone was taking their seats at the table. I turned my back to them, trying to wiggle out of the wet hoodie with growing nervousness from exposing my skin like this. I could hear my parents greeting Gerard and him mumbling something in reply but all I could focus on was making sure that my right forearm was hidden from everyone's sight as I took a seat next to the empty chair.


"Brilliant, we're all here." Donna sighed happily and I could feel a frown growing on my forehead as I was dreading the dinner that was about to begin. "Let's say a short prayer before we start eating." She added, and just like every other year, we all bowed our heads and closed our eyes, as she started saying her thanks for the meal and the beautiful families that we had. As soon as she started talking I realized that I didn't want to pray. This was a joke. There was nothing beautiful about our family. And there was nothing beautiful about the company I was having at that moment. There was absolutely nothing beautiful about my life at all. How could there be - I was sitting next to the chair where my sister should have been seated, clutching my right forearm like my life had depended on it, desperate to get out of the house.


Not wanting to feel hypocritical, I opened my eyes, refusing to take part in thanking God for what I had. Or more like didn't have. Apparently I wasn't the only one who didn't feel like praying.


As I looked up I was met with the same hard gaze that was observing me during the car ride the other day. Gerard was staring at me from across the table, knowing that I had just decided to withdraw from the spiritual connection the others were having right now. Because our families had closed their eyes, it was as if no one else was in the room. I was staring right back at him this time, finding it hard to focus my eyes anywhere else but on him. There we were, silently rebelling against our families' traditions which was the only thing that we had in common at that moment.


Our little staring contest finished a few seconds after a chorus of amens disturbed the silence. Everyone dug into the food which I had to admit smelled absolutely gorgeous. Donna had outdone herself again, and I wished that I could enjoy the meal just like any other year. I couldn't though. It wasn't the same and it could never be, no matter how hard my parents or the Ways tried.


My mum asked Mikey about the graduation, congratulating him on finishing high school, keeping the conversation alive. Donald kept pouring us water, passing the jug around to the other side of the table, chatting to my dad about his job. Was it really just me who thought that this was absolutely ridiculous? I mean, how come that my parents seemed to be having such an amazing time, talking to the Ways casually? One of their daughters was missing for Christ's sake.


Halfway through the main course, my plate was still full as I kept my right hand underneath the table away from everyone's vision. Being right handed, it was very difficult to cut and eat the food with my left hand. My dad must have picked up on it as he sent me a warning look, letting me know that I was acting immature.


"Can you please start eating normally?" He said very quietly, not wanting to disturb the conversation that my mum was having with Donna. I was hoping no one could hear him so that he wouldn't draw any attention to me. I don't think my parents realized how much I feared these situations and why. Perhaps it's time they finally understand.


I pulled my arm from underneath the table, grabbing the knife in my right hand, resting it next to my plate. The sound of cutlery hitting the plates stopped and all the conversation died out as everyone was staring at me. Actually, not directly at me but my arm where a thick pink scar was crudely snaking its way from my wrist upwards.


I was still looking at my dad in a "there you go" way, hoping he felt just as awkward as I did in that moment. Regret crossed his face and that was enough for me to avert my gaze somewhere else before I became too emotional to handle this situation. Mikey was looking at me with eyes filled with pity, something I haven't seen from him in a very long time. He knew what I was hiding under the long sleeves but I don't think he's ever actually seen it or knew the whole story behind it. He was looking at it as if he couldn't believe that it was actually there.


This couldn't have gone any worse than it was right now. Gerard was giving me a harder stare than usually, eyeing me up and down not with pity or worry but it almost seemed like he was disgusted by what he saw. I wasn't surprised though. He wouldn't be the first to think that.


"So Kayleigh, what are your plans for after you graduate?" Donna's voice broke the incredibly painful silence. She really did want to save this dinner no matter what it would take. I cleared my throat before I spoke, breaking the eye contact with Gerard.


"I have no idea." I tried to keep my voice calm, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Everyone went back to eating and focused on their plates rather than my branded arm, trying to act civilised. "My parents want me to study something like English Lit though. I think I might try that." I said, nodding at her as she smiled at me encouragingly. This was my answer to everyone who asked that question. As I wasn't sure if I would even make it to the end of high school, I didn't bother coming up with any plans for what would happen afterwards so I just went with what my parents came up with instead. I think everyone was surprised when Gerard spoke right after that.


"Well you'd be a great new Miss Anderson." He uttered and smiled at me mockingly. Miss Anderson was an English teacher at Belleville High and everyone knew that she was the biggest pain in the ass. In the corner of my eye I saw Mikey looking at Gerard in shock at what he had just said. How dare he. Did he think that just because he was about to finish university he could talk to me like this?


"At least I'm gonna have a job." I shot right back at him earning a gasp from my mum.


"Kayleigh!" She warned me silently but we just kept going.


"Are you sure?" Gerard asked without seeming to be offended by my comeback at all. "I don't think schools employ people with mental issues." I could literally hear all the jaws hit the floor after what he said. I think it was pretty obvious that he was referring to my permanently marked forearm which made me slide it off the table again. What an asshole, what have I ever done to him to make him say all these things? What exactly did my sister see in this guy?


"Sounds funny coming from a psycho like you." I said right into his eyes which wiped the smirk off his face and I could see him clench his jaw. He was about to say something but Donald cut him off just as he was opening his mouth.


"That's enough Gerard!"


"Don't you say." Ignoring his father, Gerard kept talking, this time with eyes full of hatred. "I think it was you who forgot these in my car the other day." My heart sank when he reached into the pocket of his jacket. Hearing the familiar rattling noise as he pulled out the object I had been looking for, I knew I lost this argument. He threw the orange bottle on the table right in front of me, ending the conversation here and there.


"Oh Kayleigh." I heard my mum sigh as she dropped the fork, putting her face in her hands. "You said you were getting better."


"I'm sorry, mum." I whispered, not trusting my voice enough to speak on a full volume as I was on the verge of crying. Feeling guilty all of a sudden, I found it hard to look at my mum so I just dropped my eyes into my lap defeated.


"Oh come on -" Gerard started but was interrupted by Mikey.


"What the hell is your problem?"


"My problem?" He spoke again and I looked up at him with teary eyes. "My problem is that this entire dinner is a fucking joke."


"Gerard -" Donna tried talking her son down but he didn't let her speak.


"No, mum. I don't know what you're trying to accomplish here. It was clearly too soon for something like this. I mean look at her." He motioned to me with a small nod to which I couldn't react in any way. I was left speechless. "Your parents are at least trying to act normal." He was talking to me now with annoyance. "But you're just sitting here thinking we're all gonna feel sorry for you."


I had no idea where he was coming from or what made him think that I wanted his pity. Why did he have to speak up now during this dinner? He could have said it to me in private or rant to his brother. I really didn't need this form of embarrassment in front of everybody.



Silent tears kept streaming down my face and I was trying my best to stop them to show him that I'm not hurt at all by what he was saying but I couldn't help it. That was until he said something that shocked me beyond anything that he could have ever said.


"I mean, what the hell is wrong with you? You're casually wearing your dead sister's necklace thinking you're not gonna get a reaction from people?"


How on earth did he know that the silver key was my sister's? Even I had no idea where she got it from. She only wore it the last few months, I always presumed she got it when she started university. Surely the two of them didn't have any contact at that time whatsoever. How would he know? I think Gerard noticed the surprise in my face because he simply huffed and made a quick exit after that.


Well, that went great.









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Notes

From now on we'll finally get to see some development of G/K relationship. Thanks guys for all the reads, I hope you're enjoying the story! Honestly, I'm really tempted to drop out of uni and spend the rest of my life writing fanfiction on this website. I'm sure it would be more fun and cost me less money than university. Anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter,
M.