I'm Mad At Us Both

Mad At You

(My POV)

I opened my locker, shoving my backpack in it. Another day in hell.... Just fantastic.

I grabbed out my sketchbook, colored pencils, mechanical pencil, and eraser. I went to grab my binder, but not before being interrupted.

"Hey, hey Neko-san!! (Using Neko-san for this, chill.)" My friend called out to me.

I looked up and over at the guest visitor at our school. I didn't know who it was gonna be, but I didn't really know how to feel at who it was.

"Um, hey. I, uh, see you're a fan." The one and only Gerard Way stuttered, nodding at my 3 Cheers For Sweet Revenge shirt.

I didn't respond. Just glared.

Deeply.

I didn't let myself cry in front of him. I wouldn't by any means. I furrowed my eyebrows lower, feeling hurt.

"I-is everything okay Neko-san? This isn't how you should be acting right now." My friend whispered.

I slammed my locker door shut, forgetting about my binder, and, well, not really caring. I stormed off to my first class, Gerard trying to catch up.

"What's wrong?" He asked when he did.

"Nothing. I'm fine." I snapped, entering my first period classroom. I sat down in the back of the room, and pulled my headphones up, listening to "The House of Wolves" by Bring Me The Horizon.

Gee was sitting across the room, glancing at me every so often. I acted like I didn't care, but deep down, a small part of me was crying that I couldn't just hug him...

《TIME SKIP TO THE SECOND TO LAST PERIOD》

I was on my way to my 2nd to last class of the day. I saw Gerard in the hallway, talking with some of my friends. I groaned. I walked down the school corridor, and on my way out of the building. No way in hell I'm going the rest of the day.

"H-hey Neko-san.... Wait up!!" I heard Gerard call after me. I turned around quickly, giving a deep glare like the one I gave him earlier, one that reads "Fuck. You."

"What?!" I replied, cold and hostile.

"Where are you going? Don't you have class?" He asked.

"Fuck that shit! Anyway, why the hell do you care?!" I spat, turned back around, and left the building.

"Because.... I'm worried...." He whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips.

"Everyone who's said that before lied. Why should you be any different?" I asked, glanced back for a second, to see him standing there. Was he shocked? Scared? Sad? All. Definitely all.

But I just looked away and went home.

When I got home, I came to my senses. I was petrified. I could feel myself slipping back into depression.

"What have I done.....?"