Death Sounds Like A Melody (Merome)

Chapter 15 - Like a Cloud

WARNING: this chapter seems very rushed. It's only because I need to get this over with so I can get to the next phase in this fanfic

Mitch's POV

The rest of the weekend and or little vacation goes by. I don't think I have ever been so happy in all my life. I have a boyfriend who I would die for. I have an amazing group of friends whom I trust. Yes you heard me right. I trust them. I trust them more then I trust myself. They only want what's best for me. They love me and I love them.

Except for Matt. I don't understand what his problem is, but anyway.

Jerome. Oh god, I love him. He is everything to me. Every night while we were away, we would have sex. I didn't know that something like that could feel so amazing. He is the one that really took my Virginity. Ty raped me. He took what little innocence I had left. He doesn't count because Jerome and I love eachother.

Jerome is gentle with me. He treats me like fine china, as if I'm going to break if he is too rough on me. And I probably would. He has no idea how scared I am on the inside, but I think he does too. Jerome wasn't a virgin before either. Him being the top dog has its advantages I suppose.

While we were in the city, the entire group and I went to go and see Mockingjay part 2. I am a MASSIVE fan of the hunger games. Like, it's not even funny. Though I much prefer the books over the movies. They left so much good stuff out. At the end of the movie, I was crying. I don't usually cry in movies, but this really made me feel something. I know how it feels to loose your little sister that you protected with your life. And loosing your best friend that betrayed you.

(*cough*RIPprim*cough*)

But it was the best time of my life. I know something bad is going to happen soon. It's bound to. Everything is just...too perfect.

Anyway, it's our first day back at school. I'm silently shitting myself because Jerome is going to break it off with his friends. I'm not only terrified for myself, but for him. He is going to start copping it too, probably even worse then I've got it. But he assured me that he'll be fine.

My heart pounds as the two of us get of his car and start walking into the school. We don't hold hands or anything, trying to not attention to ourselves. We get to our lockers which aren't very far away from each other. I open it up and start getting my stuff out for the day.

I close the door and then turn around, only to see the jocks standing there. I gulp. The one infront of me pushes me against the lockers. My eyes widen me in fear.

"Look at you, you gay fag." He snarls. He raises his fist. I brace for impact. Except it never comes. I open my eyes to see Jerome holding his fist. The guy looks at Jerome in shock.

"Let him go, Ian." Jerome says, deathly calm. I instantly calm a little. Jerome won't let me get hurt. Ian lowers his fist and steps back to his group. Jerome grabs my shoulder and glances at me, as if to ask if I'm ok. I just nod my head a little. We look back to see the jocks looking at Jerome in disbelief.

Jerome growls. Like, legit growls. "Don't you ever touch Mitch again." He bellows. Ian and that start laughing.

"You are both fags!" He says. By now there is a large circle of people around us, watching the events unfold. The group is right at the front to my right. I glance at them. Preston give me a small smile. I'm shitting myself. But Jerome hand on my shoulder brings me a feeling of safety.

"You know Ian. I never liked any of you dicks. What you do to people is wrong. Beating innocent people up? Everyone here has been bullied by you people at least once. Wether it's because of their genderfluidity, sexual preference, or just because you don't like their hair. You guys are fucking sick. The only reason why I hung out with you guys is because I knew that I would've been the victim if I didn't. You guys never noticed that I never actually laid my hands on anyone, did you? Not surprised to be honest. Your all fucking dumbasses anyway. And you know what? I didn't even get accepted into this school because I play football. I did because I'm intelligent. I think it's about time I stand up for myself." Jerome says, not lapsing once in his speech. Jerome pulls his sweater off with the schools footy team logo on it and throws it in Ians face.