My Hero

Chapter Three

School ends at three o' clock, so I hurried and put all of my supplies and calculators into my backpack. For the entire trigonometry lesson, I could feel Gerard's eyes bore into the back of my head. When he gave me the note, I'd expected his number, but instead, he chooses to tell me his name.

Gerard.

It had to have been fake, I mean, who else in the world has the same fucking name as the one and only Gerard Way?

Setting my thoughts aside, I swung my backpack onto my shoulder, ready to face the walk home alone.

Sighing, I realized how much of a loser I am. He tries to kiss me, and yet I push him away. He mentions my music taste and how great it is, but I deny it. . . . He looks exactly like Gerard fucking Way. But . . . .

I like to be quiet

So no one will look

So no one will stare

So no one will judge me

But I have so many things to say.

And telling him that I love him is one of the many.
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Loud music blasted from the school speakers. It must've been a prank, because I could hear the explosive laughter in the middle of a One Direction song.

Ew.

My pace began to quicken, but I wasn't sure why. The air around me got heavy and hot, instead of the usual cool, artificial air that came from the air conditioning systems. . . .
I froze in my tracks, because I've watched three seasons of Sherlock, and I'll be damned if I wasn't a sidekick already. Slowly turning around, I gasped.

Gerard was behind me.

He looked hesitant, as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have.

"Hey, Kat." He shook his head to rid his face of any red locks.

I glared at him. "I hate that nickname."

Gerard put his hand to the back of his neck.

"Sorry." He grinned.

"Are you walking home alone?" He asked.

I stiffened. Sure, I want alone time with him . . . But I don't know who he is. He could be a psychopath, for all I know.

My mind is always a bitch.

"Yeah. Come with?" I asked him.

He furrowed his brow, deep in thought.

"Sure. My mom'll barely notice. She's drunk most of the time, anyways."

I cringed in sympathy.

"Oh. Well, if you're sure it's okay . . . "

He brought his lips close to mine.

"I'm positive, Kat. Let's go!"

I sneered at the sound of my nickname.

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~ Madison