MCR Highschool [highschool AU]

Chapter 3

RIIIINNGGG

Gerard sighed. The end of the day. The best part. He could go home now and hide out in his bedroom. He and Mikey usually drove together, today was different.

"Hey, Gerard. I have to stay after today and make up a test." Mikey said as they walked to their lockers.

"Oh..." Gerard said.

"You can come with me. It'll only take about 45 minutes." Mikey said.

"Nah it's alrght. I'll walk home. It's not that far." Gerard told him.

"You sure?" Mikey asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Gerard said, closing his locker door.

"Alright, I'll see you in an hour or so." Mikey said, walking off to take his test.

Gerard sighed. Now he had to walk home. Great, hopefully his bullys decided to leave him alone today. Not likely.

He started his trek home, headphones in his ears. He loved his music. It was the only thing that could distract him form the horrible life he was in now. After highschool would be better. He just needed to make it through highschool. 

Halfway home, someone shoved into the back of him. His headphones fell out of his ears. He turned around to see who it was and immediately regretted walking home.

"Hey there Gerard. How you doin?" Dustin asked him.

Gerard hated Dustin. He was one the biggest bullies in the school. He mostly picked on Gerard though.

"Fine." Gerard said coldly.

"Now that's no way to talk to me." Dustin said, narrowing his eyes.

Gerard looked down. He knew not to say anything more.

"Are you gonna talk that way again?" Dustin asked.

Gerard shook his head.

"Hmmm what did you say? I didn't hear anything."

"No." Gerard whispered.

"That's good. Or else I would have to beat you up." Dustin smiled. "Did you meet my friends today? Aren't they the nicest?"

"No they're not." Gerard muttered.

"Now that's not very nice. You need to apologize." Dusting said.

Gerard shook his head.

"Fine." 

Smack

Gerard fell to the ground with the force of the slap. He yelped as a kick hit his ribs. He rolled on his side and put an arm around his middle and the other around his head. The kicks kept coming for about two minutes before Dustin stopped.

"Get up." he commanded.

Gerard shakily stood up and faced the boy. One last punch hit his face before Dustin walked off, saying.

"I'll be back later. Don't know when. But I'll be back."

Gerard let out a shaky breath, tears welling up in his eyes as he watched his bully walk away. Why did this happen to him every day? Why him? He shook his head. If it wasn't him, it was some other kid, and he rather it be him than anyone else.

He turned around and started walking home, wincing with each step. His ribs hurt from the repeated kicks, and his ankle throbbed as it had been kicked as well. 

Finally he got home. He limped to the door and unlocked it. He went inside and went for the freezer to grab and ice-pack for his ankle. When he got it he went to the living room and flopped on the couch. He turned sideways and put his ankle up on a pillow and put the ice-pack over it. He looked at the clock. 2:58. Mikey would be home in about 20 minutes. He would have to put the ice-pack away before them. Hopefully his ankle won't hurt as bad then.

He turned on the TV and tried to find a show to watch. He flipped through the channels for about five minutes before he gave up. Nothing was on. He turned off the TV and checked the time again. 3:13. Time to get up and put away the ice. 

He slowly got up and grabbed the ice-pack. He made his way to the kitchen and returned the ice to the freezer just as the front door opened.

"I'm home!" He heard Mikey yell.

"Me too!" Gerard yelled back.

He heard Mikey chuckle and make his way to the kitchen.

"You got here alright?" Mikey asked.

"Yup just fine." Gerard lied.

There was no way he was telling his brother that he had gotten hurt, again. Mikey already worried about him enough, he didn't need to add to it.

"That's good." Mikey smiled, "Do you know what dinner's gonna be?"

"Nope." Gerard said, leaning against the counter. His ankle was starting to hurt again.

"Awww. Well I need to go do some homework. I'll see you later." Mikey said, walking up the stairs to his room.

Gerard sighed. His side was throbbing. He went to the bathroom and locked to door. Turning to the mirror he looked at himself. His right cheek was just one big blue an purple bruise. He lifted up his shirt. Sure enough, his side was horribly bruised as well. That would take longer to go away then his cheek. His wrist would be fine in a day or two and he could take the ACE bandage off tomorrow morning. He would keep it though in case he needed it again. 

He walked out of the bathroom and headed to the basement so he could work on his homework for tomorrow. 

'Finally, Friday' he thought 'one more day.'