They Don't Believe In Us (frerard)

5- This Never Meant Nothing To Ya

Gerard’s POV

I awake 5 minutes before my alarm goes off this morning. I don’t know why. Maybe I’m getting excited for tomorrow. It’s been awhile since I’ve gone out with my friends to the bar.
That sounded really bad.

But it’s not one of those get-fake-IDs-just-to-get-in-and-get-wasted bars.

I get up out of my bed rather easily and turn off the alarm before it has a chance to go off and change into my only other pair of rather tight bluish/black skinny jeans and a black Iron Maiden shirt, throwing on a black hoodie over that. I got some new shoes last night, not gym shoes surprisingly, some black combat boots that are downstairs. I’m excited to wear those today.

When I get downstairs and reach the kitchen to get some coffee, my mom is of course already occupying it and is a bit taken aback. She wasn’t expecting me to be downstairs in at least 15 minutes.

“Oh! Well someone’s up earlier than I was anticipating.” My mom states as I reach for my Iron Man mug to fill with coffee and add some hazelnut creamer and sugar to it.

“I woke up before my alarm, Mom, I just decided I might as well get up.” I shrug, mixing my coffee and joining her at the table where she’s got cereal out. She just watched me.

“Goodness sake, Mom, I’m just anxious for some reason.” I narrow my eyes at her as I pour cereal and milk into my bowl.

Dubstep erupts from upstairs, which causes me to miss the bowl a bit as I poor my milk.

Well, Mikey is up.

“FUCK!” We hear him yell as he scurries out of his bed to turn off the loud noise.

My mom and I look at each other wide-eyed for a second before breaking out into laughter. This was definitely unlike our normal mornings.

“Was that the dubstep that was in The Walking Dead in an episode this season?” I question Mikey once he gets downstairs, because I’m genuinely curious.

“… No… well.. fine, yes, okay.” Mikey sighs, choosing defeat as he walked away, to get some poptarts because he wasn’t in a cereal mood.

“Gee are you going to wear your boots to school?” Mom randomly asked, I assume she noticed I didn’t have my converse on like I usually do. I smile wide and nod.

-

I’ve got Chemistry first today so I head up to Frank’s classroom. He might not even be here yet, seeing that sometimes I’ve gotten to his class before him, so I’d have to wait by the door in the hallway. I turn the corner to the science wing that Frank’s room is in and see him at his door, unlocking it, hearing faint voices behind me not really paying mind to it. I guess Frank sees me walking towards him from the corner of his eye because he looks up and we make eye contact. Immediately his eyes light up, and I feel mine do the same, a smile growing on my face. I think I hear someone call out to me from behind but I’m not paying attention. Obviously Frank is occupying all my attention span. His smile falters though and he looks behind me. Then I discover why.

“Ooh look at that ass.” I hear a kind of croaky voice say. Before I can turn my head to see who it is, that same group of guys I noticed at the beginning of the school year were walking past me when I feel my butt get slapped, rather hard.

I stop walking, not know what else to do since I’ve never gone through something like this at all. I turn my head, though, to see who did such a thing.

It was that guy that I’ve caught staring at me a couple of times.

Bert.

He’s walking backwards, facing me, when he says, “You keep tempting me with those tight jeans showing off that pretty ass of yours. I wouldn’t mind having some of it.” Then he bites his bottom lip and winks at me, titling his head back, his friends sniggering. Bert starts to turn around when a harsh, “MCCRACKEN.”