Requested by: Fallingoutcastkid
Hope it doesn't suck!
Possible trigger warning.
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You're being picked on by a bunch of kids at school. "... You're such an emo bitch. You should just go home and fucking kill yourself. No one would notice anyway." They scoff. "Bitch..." One mutters at the group walks away.
You run into a closet and close the door softly so no one can hear. You press your back to the door and slide slowly down it. The unwanted, dreaded tears come flowing from your eyes.
Long before you wish it would, the dreaded, eardrum-piercing bell rings, saying that you have to go to maths class.
You pull yourself off the ground and wipe your face, your makeup partially smeared, but you honestly couldn't give a shit at that moment.
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The next day comes around and you debate on if you should ditch or not. Your mom makes the decision for you, reminding you that you have a semester exam and you were NOT going to go to tutorials to make it up.
You pull yourself out of bed and go to school. Once there, you're stopped at your locker by the same kids from yesterday. "Now why didn't you take our advice?"
"You mean to fuck myself? You know, you should really take your own advice sometimes..." You retaliate.
"Whoa! I think we need to teach this ugly bitch a lesson..." He knocks your books out of your hands and they clatter to the floor.
You don't see Gerard whip around at the sound and walk over. "Ugly... Fat... Fag... Satan-worshiper... Emo..." Many insults are thrown at you by the bullies.
"Hey! Leave this beautiful girl the fuck alone!" Gerard says from behind you. Him being taller than the bullies, he scares them slightly. "Now scram before I kill ya!" They all nod and run off, tripping over themselves a little.
Gerard turns back to you, smiling softly. "Are you okay?"
You nod, blushing slightly, still astonished that what happened, happened. "Yeah. I'm fine. Thanks." You look down at your stuff on the ground. "Those bastards..." You scramble to pick up your stuff when he leans down to help you.
"Yeah. That's an understatement. I saw what happened yesterday... I would've helped, but they had already walked off and the bell had rung... Sorry. I should've stayed."
"No. That's okay. Thanks for standing up for me today though. Doubt that'll be happening again." You chuckle a little, nervous that someone as sexy as him is talking to you.
"Of course. And I was telling the truth. You are beautiful." He smiles a little at you, blushing.
"Thanks..." You say awkwardly.
"Of course." He stops grabbing stuff and ponders for a second before looking back up at you. "W-would you maybe wanna get some lunch sometime? Or dinner? I really should just say food..." He chuckles nervously.
You blush and nod. "Yeah. I'd love to."
With that, he snatches your arm up and writes his number on the back of your hand. "There. Call me and tell me when you figure out when." The dreaded bell rings. "I gotta get to class. See ya 'round." He smiles and kisses your hand gently.
You blush more and try to process what just happened on the way to your next class. You were actually happy that the bullies were picking on you that day...
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Sorry if that sucked! Shitty ending! Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry. Thanks for reading though!
