to be like you (patrick stump x marilyn manson)

Chapter 5: Marilyn's POV

hey besties sorry i haven't been updating as frequently but like i'm literally a stressed high school student so stfu. i would also like to preface that no, i am not a bo anti. not that anyone asked but i just thought that bo burnham would be very funny as a bully. anywaysss my friend said to add more songs so here you go julieann. enjoy this chapter.

Marilyn hated his stupid English class. All the sophomores were stupid and primitive. Him and Bo both failed their English classes, so they were stuck here. The teacher looked less than pleased to be back. His name embellished the white board at the front of the room 'Mr Cercierga'. It was accompanied  by a portrait of him as a demon. He appeared to be just as fed up with human existence as he was. Mr Cercierga, or Neil as the plaque in of him read, appeared frustrated with the noise of the children in the classroom.

English teacher, Mr Neil Cercierga, could possibly understand my strife but who can tell. We are all but pieces in a machine called American public school that feeds us pain and misery before we-

"Hey emo kid" Bo whispered to him, breaking his train of thought. Marilyn sighed and rolled his eyes at the blonde kid sitting behind him.

"What" Marilyn snapped. His next words better be pretty damn witty, otherwise he was going bash that stupid grin in. He looked like he thought he was really fucking smart.

"Do you get jealous of your phone when it dies?" Marilyn was enraged that he dare bring up his IPod. The sick fuck probably knew that Dan broke it. He probably knew that he no longer had the thing that made him happiest. He knew.

"Bro you good?" Bo snickered waving his hand in front of his face that was flushed with anger. Marilyn simply stared at the boy who had asked such a ludicrous question.

"What the fuck do you know about my iPod?" Marilyn sneered angrily. He was enraged that this idiotic prick, who probably favors the temporary pleasures of this world over the eternal pleasures of being a vampire, would bring up his IPod touch.

"Bro you still use one of those ancient pieces of shit?" Bo snickered once more. Marilyn couldn't stand him talking about his IPod like it was a fucking Nokia. His IPod was more than an outdated piece of technology. He didn't care that it had a shitty camera quality or a home button that only worked fifty percent of the time, he loved his IPod touch more than any person in the world and it shattered, just like his vampire heart. "Get a life or even better a flip phone".

"Did you just compare my IPod to a fucking flip phone?"

"Sure did"

Marilyn blacked out.
He was punching Bo hard. It was sure to leave a nasty black eye. It was then that Mr Cercierga looked up from his phone, an 11 Max Pro that made Marilyn lose respect for him, only to sigh and get up from his desk.

"Boys can you please knock it off" he sighed exhaustedly. "It doesn't look good for a fight to start in my class on my first day".

"BRIAN HOWELL-LESTER TO PRINCIPAL MULANEY'S OFFICE, BRIAN HOWELL- LESTER TO PRICIPAL MULANEY'S OFFICE, THANK YOU" The intercom blared over the quarrel. Marilyn sighed at the use of his mortal name. He was sure to make sure that everyone acknowledged his irritation as he stormed out of the room. "IT'S LORD MARILYN MANSON IV!" he yelled indignantly, pounding on his desk. He could faintly hear his classmates giggle as he made his way down the hall.

My classmates are primitive creatures praying on the downfall of people like me he jotted rapidly.

"Hey, can I go clean my nose, I think the fucker broke it" he could hear Bo jeer. He knew he never even made him bleed, or else he wouldn't be able to control himself. He would likely keep pounding into his skull until it was bashed in. The thought was beyond pleasurable to him. Blood was the second best thing to him aside from his IPod and his boyfriend Onision. He loved Greg because of his pure blood. It was red and had a rich metallic flavor. Marilyn likened the taste to that of pennies.

Once he reached Principal John Mulaney's office, he was greeted by a stern look on his face.

"Mr Lester, a have some devastating news for you."