MCR Highschool [highschool AU]

Chapter 2

"Finally, lunchtime," Bob said as he and Gerard walked out of English that afternoon. 

"Yay," Gerard muttered.

They were almost to the cafeteria when they saw three jocks walking towards them.

"Go," Gerard whispered to Bob.

Bob looked conflicted. He wanted to help but knew that his help wasn't wanted.

"I'll be just around the corner," Bob said sadly.

Gerard nodded. Bob disappeared as soon as the jocks reached Gerard.

"Look what we have here, boys." the first one said, "Little emo boy."

Gerard grit his teeth but didn't say anything.

"Not gonna talk?" Jock Number Two asked.

They snickered. "Little gay emo won't talk. Maybe we can make him." Number Three jeered.

Bob's heart sank. This wasn't good.

"Hold him." Number One said.

Gerard's eyes widened as Two and Three grabbed his arms to prevent him from moving. Then One punched him in the gut. Gerard tried to double over, but the grips on his arms were too tight. He was punched again and a gasp left his mouth. Then he was slapped across the face. His head whipped to the side.

"Not gonna talk?" Three whispered.

Gerard was slapped again.

"Alright! Stop!" Gerard yelled.

"Well... now that I've started. I don't want to stop." 

"nononono.," Gerard whispered.

The three smirked and pushed him to the ground. He landed with a thump and groaned. They started kicking him anywhere they could find. Arms, legs, back. He put his hands up to cover his head and curled into a ball. After only three minutes they stopped, laughed and walked away.

Bob was horrified. Who could do that to another person and laugh? Gerard's groan pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Gerard!" he yelled, running to his friend.

He knelt down and helped him sit up. Gerard whimpered, everything hurt.

"What's wrong?" He heard Bob ask, "What hurts?"

"Everything." Gerard gasped out.

"Come on you need to go to the nurse," Bob said, hauling him up as gently as he could.

Gerard groaned again. When he got to his feet, his legs couldn't hold him and he almost collapsed again, luckily, Bob caught him.

"Come on you can do it," Bob said, supporting Gerard.

Slowly, they made their way to the nurse's office. A painful five minutes later they were there. The nurse came out and gasped at the sight of the two boys. She sighed when she realized it was Gerard again.

Gerard smiled weakly, "Hello, Mrs. Anderson."

"Again, Gerard?" she said, leading them over to an examinations table, "That's twice this week now."

Bob was confused. When had Gerard been to the nurse?

Gerard looked down, "I know."

"What happened this time?" Mrs. Anderson asked, pulling out some supplies. 

"Three of the football players."

"Oooo. Alright, what hurts most?"

She spends the next fifteen minutes patching up Gerard. In the end, he had an ACE bandage on his wrist, about ten band-aids, some cleaned scratches, and two ice packs. One for his face and one for his ankle. 

"Feel better?" Mrs. Anderson asked.

"Yeah," Gerard said.

"Alright, You can go in five minutes. Lunch'll be over by then."

Gerard nodded. Mrs. Anderson turned and left the small room to work at her desk. Bob looked at him.

"When did you come to the nurse?" he asked.

Gerard flushed, "Tuesday, got punched in the face, and well, bloody nose."

Bob nodded, "The day you were late to lunch."

"Yup."

The bell rang

"You can go now boys."

They stood up. Gerard was limping slightly, and they made their way to the next class. When they got to their next class, the rest of their friends were waiting outside the classroom doors.

"Where we-What happened?" Mikey asked, walking closer.

Gerard opened his mouth but Bob cut him off. "Three jocks got ahold of him."

Mikey's face went through a series of emotions. Worried, concern, angry, furious and ended on worry again.

"Are you okay?" Mikey asked, eyeing his bruises. 

Gerard looked at him. "I'll be fine. Don't worry."

"How do you expect us not to worry?!" Frank cut in.

Gerard shrugged. "Come on let's go in. Don't want to be late."

He pushed passed the others and went into the room and sat at his seat. He knew the others worried about him, but he didn't want them too. He sighed. He needs to stop them from worrying.