Blackheart High (18+)

Psychosocial

Author's Note: These next few chapters will have VERY heavy sensitive themes to some viewers. I will label each for you convenience. Please be advised and use discretion when reading.

Thank you and take care of yourselves!

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains very strong themes of violence, threats, and language.

Gerard's POV

I just stood there for a second like an idiot before I kept walking. Him being here .......... was making me feel worse than I already was. I didn't even think that was even possible at this point.

What was he doing here? Was this Gods way of punishing me?

His head was down, and I could hear his earphones blaring. He didn't notice me. Mostly because Austin was blocking his view. Thank god, honestly. I figured all the shit I said about Brendon would be enough to put me on his list of people to knock out.

Although, I must say, he seemed ...... docile. Like he wasn't all there completely. I couldn't put my finger on it. I just felt it coming off of him.

I look in the back corner to see Mikey was already here. He was playing with hands and moving his fingers in an off putting way. He looked more drained than before, and that was saying something.

He shot me a look. There was .... nothing behind that stare other than pure hatred.

Suddenly, I hear my name in a whisper from across the room. I shake out of my trance seeing Ray, giving me a small wave to come over. Why the hell did everyone have Saturday detention today?

I look around before I do and take a seat next to him. He moves his bag, which smelled like a gas house. Seriously, does this guy have ever a clue?

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I whisper to him.

"I was going to ask you the same shit Mr. Perfect Record." He says, mocking me.

"You first, dick head." I joke, as he manages to get a chuckle from me.

"Eh..... you know how you said security is gonna one day bust my ass?" He says grimacing. "Well your boy got the business yesterday after they were doing crack downs on campus. Luckily, I privately sell to the guy, so he just got me detention instead of suspension."

I shake my head. I expected sneakier behavior of him, really.

"What about you?" He asks. I roll my eyes. I didn't wanna talk about my life right now.

"Two words. One pain my ass. My brother." I respond, slamming my book down as I unpack my stuff. Ray raises his eyebrows and slightly chuckles.

"Your brother got in you in here? That's ...... some heavy shit dude. I know you're feeling betrayed." He says sympathetically. I run my fingers through my black hair and lean back in my seat exhaling.

"Try pissed. I can't believe he did this shit." I said, defeated. "It feels like our entire relationship has changed. He hates me. But now ..... he hates himself more for not giving a shit about his future in life."

"What did he do? Did you talk to him about it?" Ray asks. I shake my head.

"I just .... told him I didn't want anything to do with him. I feel guilty about it...." I admit, leaning my cheek on my hand. I was really mad at Mikey.

Like if something happened .... would it really be all on him like I said? Or would he leave this world with me thinking I could've been a better brother?

Suddenly, I feel a slam of something on my desk and Ray and I immediately jump. The detention teacher slides his wooden yard stick off the table, glaring down at us.