My Brutal Romance
Chapter 2
I did the whole ''badass'' foot-against-locker thing. There was Gerard Way, the total faggot of the school. He rocked a look that screamed ''don't mess with me'' and yet, people still messed with him. He wore a Beastie Boys shirt today, and a pair of ripped up skinny jeans, black lace up combat boots on his feet. He looked good, but I would have looked better.
''Hey, Way!'' My mate Tyler snarls wickedly. I watched in amusement as he shoved Gerard up against the locker. Gerard got a look of horror in his eyes, and yet he seemed slightly pleased it wasn't me. That just made me walk over to him.
''Let him go, Tyler. He's my prey, not yours. What did I tell you about messing with him?'' I spat, glaring. No one, and I mean no one messes with my prey. I don't mess with a lot of kids, only a boy named Blue Jones and Gerard, no one else.
Tyler nods submissively and leaves, scampering off. I felt like I was king of the world but it only lasted for a moment before Gerard's whimper ruined it.
''What's wrong babe?'' I sneer, smirking."Scared of the pain?" He nods, all of his terror showing clearly in his eyes. I smirk again before punching him square in the face, sending his head flying back to the locker, coming into rough contact with it.
''Come on Frank, don't you have something worse than that?'' Gerard spats. My body went tense for a moment before I relaxed it, hiding my shock. Gerard Way has never spoken back to me. When I set my eyes on him and gave him his first beating, I made it clear that wasn't aloud. I couldn't help but wonder why he was doing it now.
I don't reply and just clamp my hand over his mouth before dragging him into the boy's toilets.
His eyes widen in horror as I drag his quivering body through the door. He obviously wished he hadn't spoken, but it was to late. I was going to make him eat his words.
Making sure no one was in any of the stalls, I lock the door to the bathroom and turn around to punch him square in the face, glaring hatefully at him.
''You're nothing but the scum on the bottom of my feet, you faggot. How dare you think you can talk to me? You're nothing! Nothing at all! You're just a fucking faggot! You deserve to die. Why don't you go and kill yourself?'' I snarled, glaring daggers at him.
Gerard whimpers, trying to hide himself from me but it didn't work because blow after blow I kicked him, making sure to hit him in the face and in the stomach.
''I thought I told you to never speak to me! What's your problem, Way?'' I snarl, looming over his shaking body.
He swallows dryly, shaking his head back and forth.
''I'm sorry! I...I won't say anything any more, I promise! Please, just...let me go. I-I have to get to my grandma's funeral....just...please.'' Gerard begs, tears trailing down his cheeks.
His grandma's funeral? That hit a nerve, but I refused to let it show.
''Get out of here and don't you ever think of speaking back to me again, do you understand me?'' I hiss, picking him up.
He nods, sniffling before going to walk away but I caught his wrist, a wet substance soaking my hand. Blood. Coming from reopened slashes that covered his wrists.
My eyes widen and so do Gerard's. I was going to say something but he shakes his head rapidly, running away.
My stomach twisting in knots, I look at my hand, surprised and horrified at the blood.
''Oh, God.'' I whisper, clenching my eyes shut.
********
The next morning when I went to school Gerard was pinned against the locker by some guy I had never seen.
'Faggot' and 'cutter' were being chanted by the new guy, and it pissed me off.
''Hey!'' I shout, storming over to him. Gerard looks at me and terror replaces the mere fear in his eyes.
''What do you want, short shit?'' The guy hisses, his grip on Gerard tightening.
''Get your fucking hands off him! He's fuckin' mine! Out of all the people in this school, you choose mine! WELL, FUCK YOU!'' I shout, punching him straight in the nose.
The guy has a crazed look in his eyes and I don't know what will go down, and despite my utter hatred for Gerard I didn't want him to see me at my worst so I turn to him, licking my dry lips.
''Run.'' I tell him before attacking the tank-sized guy, sending us rolling to the floor.
We tussle and roll my only a few minutes before a certain blow to the head causes blackness to wash over me, the last thing I hear is Gerard's retreating foot steps.
''Hey, Way!'' My mate Tyler snarls wickedly. I watched in amusement as he shoved Gerard up against the locker. Gerard got a look of horror in his eyes, and yet he seemed slightly pleased it wasn't me. That just made me walk over to him.
''Let him go, Tyler. He's my prey, not yours. What did I tell you about messing with him?'' I spat, glaring. No one, and I mean no one messes with my prey. I don't mess with a lot of kids, only a boy named Blue Jones and Gerard, no one else.
Tyler nods submissively and leaves, scampering off. I felt like I was king of the world but it only lasted for a moment before Gerard's whimper ruined it.
''What's wrong babe?'' I sneer, smirking."Scared of the pain?" He nods, all of his terror showing clearly in his eyes. I smirk again before punching him square in the face, sending his head flying back to the locker, coming into rough contact with it.
''Come on Frank, don't you have something worse than that?'' Gerard spats. My body went tense for a moment before I relaxed it, hiding my shock. Gerard Way has never spoken back to me. When I set my eyes on him and gave him his first beating, I made it clear that wasn't aloud. I couldn't help but wonder why he was doing it now.
I don't reply and just clamp my hand over his mouth before dragging him into the boy's toilets.
His eyes widen in horror as I drag his quivering body through the door. He obviously wished he hadn't spoken, but it was to late. I was going to make him eat his words.
Making sure no one was in any of the stalls, I lock the door to the bathroom and turn around to punch him square in the face, glaring hatefully at him.
''You're nothing but the scum on the bottom of my feet, you faggot. How dare you think you can talk to me? You're nothing! Nothing at all! You're just a fucking faggot! You deserve to die. Why don't you go and kill yourself?'' I snarled, glaring daggers at him.
Gerard whimpers, trying to hide himself from me but it didn't work because blow after blow I kicked him, making sure to hit him in the face and in the stomach.
''I thought I told you to never speak to me! What's your problem, Way?'' I snarl, looming over his shaking body.
He swallows dryly, shaking his head back and forth.
''I'm sorry! I...I won't say anything any more, I promise! Please, just...let me go. I-I have to get to my grandma's funeral....just...please.'' Gerard begs, tears trailing down his cheeks.
His grandma's funeral? That hit a nerve, but I refused to let it show.
''Get out of here and don't you ever think of speaking back to me again, do you understand me?'' I hiss, picking him up.
He nods, sniffling before going to walk away but I caught his wrist, a wet substance soaking my hand. Blood. Coming from reopened slashes that covered his wrists.
My eyes widen and so do Gerard's. I was going to say something but he shakes his head rapidly, running away.
My stomach twisting in knots, I look at my hand, surprised and horrified at the blood.
''Oh, God.'' I whisper, clenching my eyes shut.
********
The next morning when I went to school Gerard was pinned against the locker by some guy I had never seen.
'Faggot' and 'cutter' were being chanted by the new guy, and it pissed me off.
''Hey!'' I shout, storming over to him. Gerard looks at me and terror replaces the mere fear in his eyes.
''What do you want, short shit?'' The guy hisses, his grip on Gerard tightening.
''Get your fucking hands off him! He's fuckin' mine! Out of all the people in this school, you choose mine! WELL, FUCK YOU!'' I shout, punching him straight in the nose.
The guy has a crazed look in his eyes and I don't know what will go down, and despite my utter hatred for Gerard I didn't want him to see me at my worst so I turn to him, licking my dry lips.
''Run.'' I tell him before attacking the tank-sized guy, sending us rolling to the floor.
We tussle and roll my only a few minutes before a certain blow to the head causes blackness to wash over me, the last thing I hear is Gerard's retreating foot steps.
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6/15/14