MCR Highschool [highschool AU]

Chapter 7

Gerard, Frank, and Ray walked out of the history classroom and made their way to the band room where they had music.

"Today is gonna be great!" Frank said excitedly.

"Why's that?" Ray asked.

"Don't you remember?" Frank asked, shocked, "It's a free day! We can do whatever we want!" 

Ray looked like a puppy. "YES!! I love free days!! Guitar I hid in the back here I come!" 

The two laughed, not noticing Dustin walk up behind them.

Gerard let out a yelp as he was pushed from behind. Ray and Frank went to grab him but Gerard hit the floor before they could. Dustin walked away, smirking, and went into a room. Frank growled under his breath. 

"Bastard."

Ray helped Gerard up. "You okay?"

Gerard had to hold back a groan. His ribs still hurt from the day before. But he pushed it aside. "Yeah, fine."

Ray nodded and they quickly entered the band room before anyone else could bother them. Everyone was sitting around the room talking or playing music. The three walked over to their usual spot in the back and sat down, waiting for Mikey and Bob. 

"What do you want to do today?" Ray asked them.

"Dunno, Wonder if the teacher will let me go to art and finish my project," Gerard said.

"Nice. How's it going?" Frank asked Gerard.

"It's going great. I'm almost done with it." Gerard said.

Mikey and Bob walked into the classroom just as the bell rang. They looked around the room and spotted the other three in their corner. They walked over and flopped in some chairs.

"What's up?" Bob asked.

"Just waiting for class to start so I can grab the guitar in the back," Ray said.

"Have fun with that. Frank? Gerard?" Mikey asked.

"I'll probably join Ray in the back," Frank said.

"I think I'm gonna try to go and finish my art project," Gerard said.

"Better than taking it home and chance it getting ruined," Mikey said.

"I'm gonna go ask now," Gerard said, getting up.

The four watched him get up and walk to the teacher's desk.

"I'm worried about him," Mikey said, watching his brother walk out of the classroom.

"Me too. Something's up with him, but I have no idea what." Ray said.

"He was acting funny in history today. We got there late so I don't know if anything happened." Frank said.

"Did you ask?" Bob asked.

"Yeah we did, but he said he was fine," Ray said.

Mikey sighed. "He's definitely not fine. But he never tells us what's wrong."

Ray leaned over and gave Mikey a quick hug. "We'll figure it out. Don't worry."

"Yeah, we will," Frank said.

"I hope so," Mikey said, looking down.

The teacher stood up and announced that the class could do whatever as long as they were somewhat quiet and didn't disturb other classes. Ray jumped up and ran to the smaller back room, Frank ran after him. Bob and Mikey laughed and went after them.

Gerard sighed as he walked down the hall towards the art room. At least he didn't have to take his project home over the weekend now. He walked up to the classroom door and walked in.

"Hello, Gerard. What brings you here?" the teacher asked.

"I had a free period in music and the teacher said I could come and finish my project," Gerard said.

"Well then get to work." She said.

Gerard smiled. "Thanks."

He walked to the back of the room and grabbed his project and some spare pastels. He sat down at an open table and got to work. He was almost done, to begin with, so it only took about 30 minutes to finish. 

He went up to his teacher and told her he finished. He put his project back where the others were and left the room to go back to the music room. He was halfway there when he was shoved to the ground.

He threw his hands out to catch his fall. His wrist was still wrapped up and it hurt to land on it. He groaned and rolled over to see Dustin and another guy there.

"Hey, Gerard. How's your day?" Dustin asked.

"Fine. What do you want?" Gerard asked.

"I want to introduce you to my friend. This is Jason." Dustin said.

"Hey, Gerard. I've heard a lot about you." Jason smirked.

"Hmm like what?" Gerard asked, starting to get up.

Jason kicked him in the chest and he fell to the floor again.

"That you're an emo freak." Another kick, "A big crybaby." Kick. "And that no one." Kick. "Likes." Kick. "You." he was kicked one last time.

By this time Gerard was curled up in a ball trying to deflect the kicks. His ribs were on fire, but he knew they weren't broken. His back hurt too. He was sure to have huge bruises all over.

"Remember what I said, Gerard." Dustin threatened.

With that, the two walked away, leaving Gerard on the ground. 

He laid there for a moment, holding his side. He let some of the pain pass before he attempted to get up. He slowly sat up and pushed himself off the floor. He limped down the hall, his ankle throbbing again, his side was sore and hurt with practically every step, and his wrist was probably sprained now. He made his way to the classroom. He stood in front of the door for a moment and composed himself. He took a deep breath and walked in, willing himself not to limp. There was only 20 minutes left in class. 

He walked to the corner and sat down. He put his legs on a chair and grabbed his backpack. He pulled out his Algebra homework and started working on it. The other four were probably in the back, but he wanted to be by himself at the moment. 

When the afternoon announcements came on the others appeared. 

"Hey, Gerard. Did you finish?" Bob asked as he sat down.

Gerard hummed, putting his homework back in his bag.

"That's good. How did it turn out?" Mikey asked.

"Nice. I'm glad I don't have to take it home." Gerard said. 

The bell rang and everyone ran out of the room to go home. Gerard and Mikey said goodbye to the others and went to their lockers to get their things. When they were done, they exited the school and went to the car and drove home.