Irresistable {Gerard Way fanfic}

Chapter Seven

"Helena," Gerard says again. "Do you have time to talk?"

"I don't know, I'm kind of busy right now.." I look back at Adam who seems to not be that fazed and sigh.

"Please? It'll only take a minute." Gerard pleads.

"Fine. You have a minute." I walk outside to the balcony with my fuzzy purple robe and sit on one of the chairs, listening to the other haunting voice on the line.

"I've been think about what you said at school earlier."

"Huh?" I ask in confusion.

"About me whether wanting your or I don't," Gerard says in a low voice. "I think you're right."

"What do you mean?"

Adam opens the slide door to the balcony, fully clothed and says, "I think I'm just gonna go home."

Meanwhile, Gerard speaks through the phone, "it is either I want you or I don't and I think I know what I want."

I hold the phone in one hand and put my index finger up in the other indicating me saying "hold on a minute" to Adam.

Adam doesn't hold on though, instead, he just shakes his head and leaves. My insides turn and it feels like my heart has dropped.

"And what is it that you want?" I ask Gerard.

"You," he responds.

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A few days later...
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"Helena!" Lexi snaps at me.

"Huh??!" I wake up instantly and look around me. Unfortunately, all eyes are on me as I burn in embarrassment.

Gerard's eyes, for once, aren't. He keeps his back turned on me and his face to the chalk board as he writes down the words, "Hamlet's Madness".

"What do you think of when you read this," he asks the class, finally turning around but not looking at me. "Anyone?"

I raise my hand, hoping to get his attention. Gerard looks around the class and then finally at me.

"Miss. Diaz," he says, flatly.

"When I read the words, 'Hamlet's Madness', I think about how, instead of considering that his father's ghost could've just been imaginary, he believed the figure was real. I think Hamlet wasn't mad but mad at the same time," I answer with confidence, in hopes of impressing him.

I look to the right of me and sigh at Adam's empty seat. I think of how he left and didn't even text or respond to any of mine. Is he angry with me?

I give my attention to Mr. Way who's eyes are hurt and says, "I agree but I don't. I don't see it that way. I take it that Hamlet didn't care if the queen and other men thought he was going mad, as long as he knew what was correct. For an example, Hamlet's revenge on Claudius for killing his father. Was it crazy? Of course, but he didn't care because he wanted to. It's what he wanted. Some people just know what they want and it's too hard for others to believe it. Hamlet was never insane."

I don't say anything back. How do you respond to your teacher who basically spilled his emotions in a Shakespeare reference. Gerard and I just exchange glances at each other for the rest of the bell. Finally, when the bell rings, everyone races out of the classroom.

"You coming shopping with the gang and me?" Lexi waits on me. I totally forgot about plans with Lexi, her boyfriend, Christian, my other friend, Rosalie, and her boyfriend, Jasper.

"I don't think so," I look at Gerard who is still in the room, packing up his things in his suitcase. Ever since I turned him down, Gerard has been keeping his distance. It's made me realize that I may feel something more in his comfort than I'm supposed to feel. "I'm not feeling too well and besides, I think I need to stay home and have a night to miss Adam. Maybe tomorrow morning!"

"Alright. Well, I'll text you, later," Lexi walks out the door and I shut it a few seconds after.

Gerard looks up at me in confusion. Raising his right eyebrow, he asks, "Miss. Diaz, is there a reason why you shut the door?"

I shake my head but then immediately nod it. "I just have to ask you something." Walking towards Gerard, I ask, "do you truly want me?"

He stays silent. Instead of answering me, he grabs his things quicker and I stop him.

"What are you doing tonight?" I ask.

"I thought you weren't feeling too good, Miss. Diaz," Gerard responds.

"I'm not feeling too good about you. Ever since the other night, I've been wondering how you could do that."

"Do what?"

"Talk to me like I'm your age and touch me with electricity and claim you have feelings for me, your student, but then turn around and act the total opposite with I reject you. It makes me feel like you never even did like me," my head is now down. I do have a little feelings for Gerard and I was ashamed of it. I'm afraid of where it could lead to.

"Don't be ridiculous," he hugs me and squeezes my waist, "I've always liked you since the first day of school, even more than I'm supposed to after that almost kiss. I want to show you how great I can be, let me take you out to dinner tonight. Just me and you."

This sounds like a bad idea but it feels right at the same time. Adam is away and there's an exclusive diner out of town. No one would know, right. I look at Gerard, his face beautifully made. It's a risk I must take. It will determine what feelings I have for him.

"Okay," I finally agree, "pick me up at eight." As I head out the door, I like look at him who is biting his bottom lip and say, "and I thought we agreed to call me Helena not Miss. Diaz."

Gerard chuckles, "see you at eight, Helena,"

See you at eight.