❝ synthetic ❞╭──╯ . . . . . gerard way

2: hidden emotions have the strongest push, but you draw me in

TW: sexual harassment/assault... idk why and i kinda regret writing it. this is in no way meant to romanticize anything,, its a serious subject. its horrible what people do to others :((

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Sitting idly in drama class, my second one of the day, the clock was ticking away at the seconds before lunch. I felt a vibration in my pocket, meaning I either got a message or some stupid reminder thing to open up an app. Luckily, it was a message.

moikey: "meet @ the bleachers"

me: "alr"

I set my phone down. I took a breath. My heart increased in the slightest at the image of Mikey. And seeing him alone at the bleachers... 

Stupid lil' me has decided to like Mikey over the years, considering how well he aged and how sweet he is. 

The expected school bell rang and I stood from my seat, charting my way for the track field. The halls were bustling with people. Some were idly chatting and others were migrating to other places. I felt eyes on me, sending a sensation to run through my veins and shutter down my spine.  

It was an odd sensation, but not one I was unfamiliar with. Knowing full well it was the cold gaze of Gerard Way, I brushed past it and focussed on what I might say to Mikey when I see him. Should I just go with the flow? What if has something to tell me or ask me? What if he wants to know about the past?

Or even worse, what if knew about the past?

Before long, I had reached the hall by the field and gym, with whoever's glare leaving me. Some jocks were around, presumably having a sports meeting during lunch. I ignored them. 

/warning!! harassment/assault/ (ill put a warning where it ends)

"Hey there, hot stuff," One of the jocks greeted in a sly voice. He bit his lip, eyeing me up and down. The guy was tall, well-built, and blonde with styled hair. He wore a red and white varsity jacket with the school logo on the front paired with basic blue baggy jeans and a plain white shirt. His brown eyes felt like they were undressing me in the worst way possible, making me feel uncomfortable. 

"What?" I spat, taking a step back but he just moved closer. He clearly didn't take that as a sign to back off. 

"No need for the attitude, baby," The guy kept a hand on my shoulder casually, but his touch make me feel squeezy. I kinda hoped I would vomit, because it would land on his and I could get away. 

"I don't have attitude, I just don't like you," I said flatly. He had a surprised face at my words, but he kept his composure. 

"Ouch, baby. I think you'll change your mind about that. You like movies?" He asked, continuing despite my obvious disinterest. I eyed him up and down for any tell of his intentions.

"Not with you, I don't," I answered, wanting nothing but to get away.

"Well, we can do other stuff. I have something in mind," He smirked, taking a step closer, bringing one of his hands to put my hair behind my ear, the other was on the side of my upper arm.

"I'll pass," I responded, trying to move away from him. His grip tightened and he brought me closer to him, his breath fanning over my forehead.

"C'mon, baby. Don't be like that. You know you wanna," He said as his hands began rubbing around my body. I squirmed uncomfortably as I tried to swat his hands away. He took my wrists behind my back with one hand, keeping them restrained behind me. At this time, most people had cleared the halls. He started kissing my neck, trying to leave a mark. I could feel one already forming.