Gerard P.O.V.
I carried Irmarie to the nurse. Mrs. Hale said so.

I don't really like Irmarie. Actually, I fucking do kind of hate her.

When Mrs. Hale was called to the class, she cursed (first time I heard her) and told me to fucking take her to the nurse.

Now, here I am because stupid Irmarie had fainted and now I'm carrying her to the fucking nurse.

I should leave her here on the ground. I thought passing the janitors closet.

Don't be fucking stupid! The bitch Mrs. Hale is the fucking sister-in-law of the emo bitch you're carrying!

I sighed and walked downstairs. Art class was in the second floor.

I can't help to think what happened with Irmarie. Why did she faint? She was breathing too fast, like she ran fucking ran a fucking marathon or something similar to that.

So, I walked in to the nurse's office. Mrs. Flowers was sitting down, typing shit up on the computer.

"Uh..." I said not knowing what to say.
Mrs. Flowers looked up and gasped. "What happened?" She said pointing to the navy blue bed.

"She fainted." I said.
"Why did she fainted?" Mrs. Flowers asked.

"Uh, Mrs. Hale said she had an anxiety attack," I said.

"Okay. You can go back to class." Mrs. Flowers said.
I put Irmarie on the bed and headed out. As I was at the door, part of me felt guilty for some reason...

Why the fuck are you guilty about? Just keep on walking! Don't have any emotions for the fucking emo trash.

I shook my head and head out to art class.



"Gerard." Mrs. Hale called me as the bell rang.

I walked to her. It annoyed me that I had to stay here more than I have to.

"I paired you up with Irmarie because I want you to learn from her," Mrs. Hale said.

"What. Mrs. H, are you alright?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm fine Gerard. It's just I paired you up with Irmarie because she will teach you things you never know. She'll open up your ignorant mind." Mrs. Hale said and went to her desk.

"Are you saying I have an 'ignorant' mind. Please," I said rolling my eyes.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me boy!" Mrs. Hale said. "And yeah, you kind of do have an ignorant mind. You call her and people like her 'emo'. I talked to Giovanni about it too. He has detention tonight. I'm going to talk to him there. Now, you can take the detention or the project."

I couldn't afford another detention. If my parents found out I got another fucking detention, they'll hang me!

"The project." I said.

"Good. You have two months then," Mrs. Hale said as she grabbed some folder.

"I'm sorry, I thought I heard you say two months," I said.

"No. You heard me right. Two months. That's how long the project is going to take," Mrs. Hale said.

"Two months with the emo!" I said.

"Hey! The 'emo' happens to be my sister-in-law. Watch your mouth. She's very nice. Just give her a chance. I should've seen this coming," Mrs. Hale said.

"Seen what?" I asked.

"The anxiety attack that Irmarie had. When she talks to someone she usually avoids talking she gets these anxiety attacks." Mrs. Hale said.

"So this all happened because of me?" I asked now scared.

"No. Not at all. It's just the anxiety gets to her. Once after two weeks of talking or seeing you, she'll stop being nerves. Just give her a chance, Gerard. Don't be afraid for a change," Mrs. Hale said as she walked me out the classroom.

"Fine." I said.

"Tell you what. I'll send Irmarie to go to the dinner on Central. The Dine in. You go there around five PM and talk to her. Don't worry about school because it's Friday night." Mrs. Hale said with a chuck as she locked her door.

I'll have to admit, Mrs. Hale is a cool teacher. But I still hate her for saying I am ignorant.

"Please meet with her. Just cancel any plans you might have and meet with her. Please," Mrs.
Hale said.

I never had a teacher beg me before like Mrs. Hale begged me to go meet Irmarie at the diner.

"Fine. So, around five?"

"Yeah."



I walked in to the diner. I couldn't find Irmarie. It took me a while but I found her sitting a booth at the corner.

She was looking at something on the table. Her black long hair is strangely fallen perfectly...

Stop it!

I walked up to the booth where she was sitting.

"Uh, Irmarie?" I asked.

She was reading a book. Great. She looked up at me and gulped as if I was a monster. She blinked a couple of times and took a deep breath in.

I felt awkward being with this emo. I didn't want to be seen by anyone, so I guess it was good that Irmarie chose a booth at the corner of the diner.

"Hey Irmarie, I'm Gerard," I said taking out my hand. She eyed my hand before giving a weak shake.

"I'm Irmarie. But you know... that..." Irmarie mumbled.

"So. What do you like?" I ask trying to start a conversation with the emo.

"I-I don't think you'll c-care anyways," Irmarie mumbled.

Well, this is going to be harder than expected.

"You don't talk much, do you," I said. She nods. "And why is that?"

She shrugs. "I learn to keep my mouth shut." She mumbled.

She looks down at the book and starts to shift again...

"Do you do that a lot," I said annoyed.

She got the message tho. "S-sorry." She mumbled lowering her head.

"No. I'm sorry I snapped at you," I said feeling guilty.

She looks at me with some sad brown eyes. I can't help but stare at her.

"Uh... so... who are your friends." I said noticing her blush. Has she been blushing for a long time? Yeah she was.

"I-I...," Irmarie mumbled that too quickly I couldn't catch it.

"I couldn't hear you." I said.

"I-I uh, don't have any really." Irmarie mumbled.

"Oh," was all I had managed to say.

"But I do know your brother, Mikey. I just know him. Do you like your brother?" Irmarie asked quietly.

"Yeah. But he's an emo faggot," I said.

Irmarie had try to shrink in her seat, because she was backed up to the seat as she physically could.

"Oh. That is sad," she mumbled.

"Why is it say?" I asked.

"You don't like your brother because he likes rock bands. Dress up in dark clothes. Read comics. Is quiet all the time. Quit opposite from you. And, you think people like that are the so call 'emo'. And you hate us 'emos'. I know that. That's why when Amy said I was paired with you, I started to panic a little bit." Irmarie mumbled.

I sat there like a log.

"You know, us 'emos' have a voice too. We just do it using art. That's all," Irmarie mumbled.

"How do you know my brother?" I asked.

"He works at Barnes and Noble. I visit that store a lot. He also hangs out at the library and the music store down the street. I just happen to see him a lot there." She told me.

"Does he hate me?" I asked quietly. He probably hates my guts since Irmarie points it out, I treat him like shit.

"No. He still loves you. He just wishes you to change a little bit and be more open minded." Irmarie mumbles.

I slam my hand down the table. Making Irmarie jump.

"There it goes again! Even Mrs. Hale thinks I'm 'ignorant'!" I claim.

"W-well, y-you k-kind of a-are," Irmarie said with a shriek and hides her face with her hands. She was shaking.

"Oh. Sorry, Irmarie. I didn't mean to scare you," I said with another wave of guilt flowing in.

"O-okay." Irmarie mumbled taking her hands away from her face.

"So. Yeah." I said. I really didn't know how to start a conversation with her.

After a while of silence, Irmarie breaks the silence.

"Uh. Do you want to go to the music store. Mikey might be there," Irmarie mumbled.

"Sure."