The next day at school was already nerve racking enough with final exams and extra curricular classes drowning me, but Gerard? Well, let's just say that I wasn't all that happy to see him.
He was sitting in his usual posture, layed back but formal at the same time. His clothing never changed.
Maybe he was poor, and he just didn't want to talk about it.
Whatever. It's not your problem . . . I thought.
I swear, brain . . . Can you shut up for a second?
As if on cue, the bell rang, releasing us from the Hell they call school.
Fuck. I'll have to face Gerard again. . .
I exhaled deeply, ridding myself of any stress and pain. I walked across the hall, opening my locker with my combination code, which ironically, was 666. I gathered my Phys Ed shorts and bra to wash when I got home. I spun around, expecting Gerard to be behind me. . .
But when I turned to face my locker again. . . .
He was there.
As if on cue, the bell rang, releasing us from the Hell they call school.
Biting his lip. . . Sometimes I think he's innocent, but other times. . . .
He's goddamn sexy.
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Gerard crossed his arms, expecting something.
Was it an apology? Or was it something else. . .
He backed away from the locker, slamming me onto the door next to it.
His ragged breathed echoed throughout the halls.
I punched him square in the jaw, because I felt his hands go down my waist. I'll be damned if his hands make it any lower.
"Ow! Why'd you punch me?" He exclaimed.
I raised my fist, ready to punch him again. "Because you're a creep! You're always behind me. . . You . . . YOU PERVERT!"
Gerard slapped a hand to my face.
"Shhhh . . . Sweetheart . . . You wouldn't want me to kill you. . ."
I nodded my head in agreement.
His lips connected to mine within seconds. He tried to part my lips open with his tongue, but I kicked him in the balls.
Hard.
I'd be surprised if he was able to have kids someday.
He doubled over in pain, cursing me to a thousand hells.
"Fuck, Katrina!" He started to limp towards me.
"That's right, fucker! Come here, I dare ya!" I said in my toughest voice.
When he came close to me, his strength had resurfaced. Gerard Twisted both my arms behind my back, slamming me to the floor.
My eyes widened in horror, because he was holding a knife the size of his forearm.
He let me go after a few slashes to my wrist.
Hey guys! I kinda wasn't happy with the whole 'rape' situation, and a friend of mine brought it to justice. (I'm actually not really comfortable writing about that kind of stuff) so I'm sorry if you read it expecting more.
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