I knew he was too good to be true, I was losing him and it hurt like hell, but I couldn't do anything to stop it
My heart physically hurt as I glared at him from across the table, he looked at me confused but I wasn't going to say anything, I couldn't, I just left him, I probably hurt him too but I didn't care at this point,
I didn't care about him, I had only met him last week, that's not enough time for any friendships to bloom. So I wasn't going to let it, I was pissed
I gave him my heart, or so I felt
He smashed it and I couldn't forgive him, I wasn't even sure what he had done to make me so mad at him, maybe it was jealousy,
ever since he had met Patrick, and Brendon he was always laughing and joking with them I felt like he didn't really care about me
"Hey, whats wrong?" Pete asked catching up to me Patrick behind him, I glared at Patrick as I just turned around and kept walking
"Frank" Pete yelled grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around
"Don't act like an asshole, It's Gerard isn't it" pete said his voice growing soft at the mention of Gerards name
I let out a sigh before I looked at Patrick
"You like him don't you" I snapped looking at him with narrowed eyes
"What? No.... I like someone but its not him" he said looking over at me then Pete
"What? But, you?" I couldn't understand what was going on
"Gerard is confused, and stop making assumptions" he said walking away, Pete looked at me before catching up to Patrick
The rest of the day went by slower than I knew possible
Every class I had with Gerard was like a prison. I couldn't look at him in fear of saying something id regret
I knew I shouldn't have but I went home with out him, I felt like shit for doing this to him, I wasn't suppose to act like this, even he understood my terms... What was I doing?
I turned around the moment I was within sight of my house
I had to apologize I had to sort things out
I dropped my bag and ran in the direction of his house, not caring about my bag nor the burning sensation in my lungs
I finally made it to his house as I knocked on the door, fuck, what if he hated me, what if he told me he never wanted to see me again.
What if he tells me that he never wants to see or hear from me again
I knocked on the door, but heard panicked cries and screams from within the Way residence
"Gerard? Mikey?" I shouted this time pounding on the door
"Mikey get the door please" Mama Way said in a low uneven voice, now I was scared
The door opened revealing a tear soaked Mikey, I looked up and realized why he had been crying
There on the couch, Gerard lay, beaten, his face swollen and black and blue, his eye bruised, lip slit open, face bloody beyond belief
"Fuck" I said in almost a whisper just staring at him
"Ge- Gerard?" I panicked running iver to him, dropping to my knees
"Holy Fuck, Gerard!" I cried on the verge of tears
"What have I done, its ok Gerard stay awake, come on" I said trying to get him to keep his eyes open, I watched him fearfully as his eyes landed on me but then suddenly started to flutter close
