I Never Told You What I Do For a Living

Mondays, I Hate Mondays

I returned to the hellhole I knew of as school, broken arm covered in that annoying plastic cast that protected the pins that held the bones together. Of course it decided to rain. It's not that I didn't like rain, but I didn't want to have to stand outside in it. I was soaking wet and to add to the bad morning, the bus broke down on the way to school. Normally I'd be thanking the heavens above that I'd be late to hell, but it wasn't hell anymore thanks to Gerard. I had something to look forward to. Someone, actually.

Now that I was late, I wouldn't get to talk to him. I wouldn't get to ask him about his brother. I wanted to talk to him and just be in his presence. Gerard was the only person I willingly wanted to be around.

A few hours later, we were on a new bus and heading to the school. Thank God, because I was getting tired of the screaming, hormonal, and testosterone filled jerks on the back of the bus.

One more comment, and my cast would become a weapon. That wasn't a mental threat, that was a fucking promise. Just one more comment from those brainless bastards.

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Finally at the school, now I can just go to my locker and hide in the band room. That would be lovely. I don't feel like school work today. I don't want to be in class with the assholes that fractured my arm. I'm not scared, I'm just not in the mood to deal with their hurtful words and actions.

A few steps and I was at my locker. I safely got my band folder from the locker and started for the band room. No need for stuffing my locker full of my book bag. I'm not going to classes today.

I opened the door to the band hallway, slipped inside,and set my bag down only to find the band room was locked. Well shit. Plan b, I guess. Time to unlock the uniform room.

I took out my ID, held the card in my good hand and slipped it between the door and its frame. Once I forced the metal latch into the door, I pulled the metal away from its frame and turned on the light. I successfully broke into the band room.

I managed to close the door behind me, keeping it locked so no one could get to me, even if they found it. No one came into this wing anyway. I didn't have to worry about them finding me. Or so I thought.

Two periods and a bag of chips later, I heard keys jingling against the uniform room door. Shit! shit shit shit shit shit! I wish my mouth would at least make sense with my thoughts. I'm thinking shit when my mouth mutters "fuck".

"Language" a familiar voice said as the door opened. "You're lucky I'm covering for your absences in class."

Relief flooded my body as I ran towards him and hugged him, "You scared the shit out of me!"

He returned the hug with a repeated "Language" that was meant to chide me of my dirty mouth, but only reassured me that things were okay.

"Are you alright, Jess?" He asked me as I was still shaking.

" Yeah, I- I'm just recovering from the scare you gave me." I responded honestly.

"You shouldn't be ditching in the first place, but at least you know how to ditch correctly." did he just say that?

"There's a correct way to ditch?" I asked softly, trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, most people are too stupid to find a place no one would bother to look for. They always hide in bathrooms and shit," He said, dropping his priestly attitude.

Couldn't pass up this opportunity, "Language"

"Oh, hush!" he smirked. "So why were you hiding?" he closed the door and moved over to a chair, "was it them again?" he asked.

"I'm honestly not sure," I responded, "My anxiety is just at a high level today. I just have a bad feeling about today."

"Hm. Odd." Gerard looked at me, "Well, I'll at least keep you company."

"Alright," I sat across from him, "So how's your brother?" I asked, still more concerned about Gerard than myself.

"I spent the whole day with him yesterday. They performed the surgery, which went well, and then they were able to pull him out of the coma. He's been texting me since. He's doing better, but he's been paranoid." Gerard's demeanor changed slightly.

"But he's okay, right?" I asked again.

"Yes, he's a lot better now. I can take you to meet him after school if ya want." Gerard offered, "He heard your voice, but he didn't get to actually meet you.

"That would be great" I felt myself smiling. I get to actually meet him, and not just stare on as he lays there unconscious. He looked like a nice guy. But I'm sometimes a terrible judge of character. Maybe he's not the shy, jock/ hockey player he looks to be? I'm probably way off, since the last time I assumed someone to be nice turned out to be a complete asshole. You think you know people sometimes, eh?

"Yeah, he wants to meet you, actually. Even if you said no, I'd have to bring you. He made me promise to bring you."

"Bossy younger brother?" I asked, trying not to laugh

"No, but he's sly. Only to me, come to think of it." Gerard smirked.

I was about to say something when the intercom went off, it's usual four-note chime came through the speakers and then the principal's voice came on, "We are on lock-down. I repeat, we are on lock-down."

Really?! I was just getting to enjoy the day. Shitty fucking Monday...

Gerard turned his phone on, set it on the table and turned off the light before using the dim glow to find his way back to the seat. He looked paranoid, so this definitely wasn't a scheduled drill. Fuck!!!

"You okay, Gerard?" I whispered,

"They're after me."