We Came to Fuck || gerard

Chapter Three

A/N: 3,2,1, wE CAMe tO FUCK

Chapter Three; Patrick Stump

•Phoenix•

I was peacefully sleeping when my alarm went off. I woke up but I pretended to still be asleep as I really didn't want to go to class today.

I got zero sleep last night. I had to keep looking out for Gerard. I can't tell you how many times he woke up and started throwing shit. Then he tried to cuddle with me to which I shoved him into the wall all the way from my bed.

I felt like it was working until I felt him softly nudging me,

"Phoenix get up, it's our first day." He mumbled. I sighed before opening my eyes and looking at the sleepy boy before me.

His eyes were basically closed and his hair was messy. His closed were scrunched up just like his nose when he felt an itch in them.

It's so cute.

This would normally be the cliche part when I think 'no! I can't like him!!!!!!1!1!1!'

Well, luckily for me. I know how to control my feelings AND my hormones.

I think.

"PHOENIX!" Gerard yelled suddenly, making me almost jump out of my skin from just how loud he was, and the fact that he yelled at me.

"I'm up!" I yelled back, pushing him away and swinging my legs off the bed, instantly shivering once the cold air hit them.

I pushed past Gerard and ran to the bathroom, closing and locking it before he could even comprehend what I was doing, just for the simple fact that judging by his hair when he wakes up, and how it was yesterday,

He must take a lot of time taming that shit.

I turned on the shower to drown of his angry yelling and complaining, and freed myself of my clothes, feeling relieved once the warm water hit my skin.

Showers are where I think best, so I decided to think about how the hell I was gonna survive here with this fucking idiot.

Okay, I can't call him an idiot. I don't know what he's capable of, but the stuff he does is pretty fucking idiotic.

Then I started to wonder.

Sometime yesterday when we actually talked to each other, like had a full blown 5 minute conversation until we started yelling, he told me his brother was three years younger than him.

Why is a 15 year old in college?

I asked myself this continuously as I got out of the shower, tiptoeing in the room because I forgot a towel.

Good move, Phoenix.

"I see you're don- woah."

I quickly turned my head to see Gerard eyeing my body, and if I had clothes on, he'd be mentally undressing me.

I snatched a towel and ran to my side of the room, refusing to let him see how embarrassed and flattered I was.

Embarrassed because he just saw me naked, yet flattered because I made him react the way he did. I just didn't know why I wish the roles were reversed.

I sighed and began to dry myself off. I thought about what was going on back at home. I wondered if Aunt Jackie misses me. I hope she does.

I combed through the wet mess I called hair and decided to let it air dry.

I put on my baby blue sweater and some regular black jeans before grabbing my bookbag and leaving just as Gerard stepped out the bathroom with a towel around his waist. I stopped dead in my tracks and admired him while he secured the towel.

Once he looked back up I darted down the hall and got in the elevator. I face palmed and shook my head.

I'm such an idiot.

The elevator stopped and a girl with blonde hair and brown eyes stepped in.

I eyed her carefully, she could be one of those slut shaming, fat shaming girls.

She caught my glance and looked down, and when the elevator reached our stop, she darted out of the elevator.

I guess she's a shy one.

I went in the direction of my first class, Biology, and found that I was early. To the far right I saw a kid with brownish hair and a hat on studying, so I decided to sit next to him.

When I plopped myself down he jumped, looking at me. He also wore glasses, and was a little chubby, but it made him adorable.

"Is this seat taken or?" I asked, quickly mentally face palming because the seat wouldn't be taken since this is the first day.

He shook his head blushing.

I smiled, "so what's your name?" I asked, pulling out a pencil.

"Patrick. Patrick Stump." He mumbled. He looked like the type of kid to punch you as a joke but still apologize over 10 times.

"Nice to meet you," I shook his hand, "I'm Phoenix Collins. But do you know why everyone in this school know each other?" I asked as the people began to file in, in groups, talking and laughing.

"Oh." He looked around, "this used to be our high school, but they decided to rebuild it into a college, so there may be 14 year olds here." He explained, motioning to Mikey as he walked past.

"He's 15." I corrected.

"I don't care." He laughed, showing his more carefree side. I liked it.

"Hey guys!" He yelled over to a group of guys. One in particular looking more emo than everyone in here.

Including me.

"Come meet Phoenix, she's new." He motioned them over.

I think I'm making progress here.

"Hey." The emo one said bluntly.

"Hi." I mocked him as he sat down.

"This is Pete, Joe, and Andy." Patrick pointed to each of them. I smiled at Joe and Andy before shaking their hands, but Pete glared at me so I glared back.

"Alright class!" The professor walked in, "I hope you're enjoying college so far, because we have a lot in store for you this year. Like our college trip to Paris, and London." He clapped his hands together.

That really got my attention, seeing as it's been my goal to travel to both places once I had the money to, but now I can save it on something else.

"With that being said, I'll distribute your books and we can get started."

-----------------------