What Makes You So Angry? (MCR)

Chapter 5: Guilt

I walk into the registration class with my music playing loudly through my headphones. I take a seat at the back of the classroom and lean back in my chair. The bell hasn't gone yet so the teacher hadn't arrived either. I feel a tap on my shoulder so I switch off my music and turn to my side.

"Hello, I'm Amanda." A black haired girl says.

"Great." I reply bluntly.

"Amanda Harris," she continues, "the editor of the school newspaper."

"I've been here one day," I say, "and I wouldn't read that shit anyway." She looks taken aback but she composes herself and carries on.

"I would like to do a story about you," she smiles, is she being fucking serious, "about your life and such."

"Fuck off before I punch you." I snap at her.

"Just contemplate it," she tells me, still grinning.

"I won't be reading your stupid fucking magazine, I won't be in your stupid fucking magazine, I don't give a shit about your stupid fucking magazine," I snarl, "and no one, will be poking their fat nose into my business and my life, do you what me to spell it out for you bitch?"

"N-no, it's okay." She stutters before moving away.

I stand up and leave the classroom, not caring that it hasn't even begun yet. I wonder around aimlessly until the bell rings. I them decide that I might as well go to registration. I turn up late but the teacher just waves me in.

"You must be new," the teacher smiles.

"I started last Monday," I state.

"Then why haven't you been in this lesson?" She asks.

I just shrug, bored.

"Are you really going to be that rude?" She asks sharply. I simply shrug again.

"Sit down," she snaps and I walk slowly to annoy her.

"Hurry up," she instructs so I walk even slower.

She drones on about something she was explaining last week, I don't know. When the bell rings I make my way to English. Whispers follow me and I feel like I was in a film. I learnt from the whispers that apparently Frank and his friends are the tough and popular guys of the school so everyone is shocked that I've beaten up Frank, punched Ray, threatened Gerard, and word has gotten around that Mikey is scared of me although no one knows why. I do though. Obviously. I can't wait to meet Bob.

I'm looking for my next class when I bump into someone.

"Watch where you're going nex-" the boy is cut short when he sees who I am. Mikey backs away slowly, apologising profusely.

"What did you say?" I ask, smirking.

"I said sorry," he mumbles, "I'm really sorry."

"You should be," I mutter, pushing past him, he flinches when I hit his shoulder that I cut. A feeling that I've never felt before washes over me. Guilt. I didn't mean to hit his shoulder there.

"Sorry," I mutter quietly, I don't even know if he heard me.

"What?" He asks but I just walk away.

I soon find my English classroom, turns out I was going the wrong way. I take a seat at the back in the corner and look at the other people in the classroom. There are two empty desks in the middle of the classroom, but apart from that they're all filled. Next to me is a girl with curly dark brown hair, and next to her is another girl with long caramel brown hair. I think I've seen them around school before with the five boys, but apart from those two girls I don't recognise anyone else in the classroom.

Suddenly, the door opens and Mikey walks in, he looks around before trying to walk back out again. He doesn't get very far because he appears to have walked into someone. That someone being Frank Iero.

"I'm not going in there," Mikey whispers loudly. He terrible at trying to be quiet.

"Why not?" Frank replies, not even attempting to whisper.

"Look," Mikey says, pushing him forward. Frank looks around before his gaze falls onto me, I just glare back.

"Come on Mikes," Frank whispers back, quieter, I almost don't catch what he says. Frank grabs Mikey and pulls him into the classroom, they take a seat at the two desks in the middle and stay quiet. The whole class is silent, looking back between me and the two boys. I roll my eyes and scroll through twitter, nothing new really. Lots of people are getting ready for Summer in the City, Marcus tried to get me to come but I refused. It's in Hyde Park so I might drop in for a bit at one point. I've got nothing better to do. I laugh quietly when I see a tweet from Sam Pepper.

'Saw your IG post this morning, your hat is nice, where'd you get it??' I just favourite it before continuing scrolling.

"Phones away Rose," the teacher instructs as he enters the classroom.

"It's not a phone," I mutter, still reading through All Time Low's newest tweets. There in Taipei, wherever that is.

"Do not get clever with me young lady," he snaps.

"It's logic," I reply.

"Whatever it is put it away," he says sternly, I sigh and put it in my pocket.

"Where's your bag?" He asks.

"Your mum ate it." I say emotionlessly and the class laughs. I shoot a glare at them and they shut up.

"You're skating on very thin ice," he warns me.

"Actually I'm sitting down," I say in a 'duh' voice.

"After your actions on Monday I'm surprised you're still here," he says grimly.

"Well most people are," I shrug, "but I'm spectacular so I got off with no punishment."

By now, everyone is looking at me, except Mikey and Frank who are facing the front, unmoving.

"Get out of my class," the teacher shouts.

"I'm good thanks," I smile, leaning back in my chair.

"If you're going to stay there then stop delaying my class," he says.

"By talking to me you're also delaying it," I point out. He just closes his eyes before taking a deep breath. When he opens them he continues the class as normal.

When the bell rings, I stand up and walk out of the classroom. I make my way to my locker to look at my timetable. Crap. I've got P.E. No way am I doing that. I shut my locker and lean against it, groaning.

"You okay?" A husky voice says.

"Superb," I retort.

"I know you don't like me, well you don't like anyone really," he rushes out, "but you look annoyed."

"Gerard right?" I ask.

"Yep that's me," he smiles.

"How's the registering in P.E?" I ask.

"They don't do registers," he says, frowning questionably.

"Then you never saw me." I say, walking away. He grabs my wrist and I pull away, flinching.

"What so you can punch other people but if someone even touches you it hurts?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow.

"As if I'd tell you," I spit in his direction.

"I know you won't," he sighs, "but if you need to talk I'm here okay?"

"I don't need your help," I hiss, attempting to walk off again big he grabs my lower arm. Tears threaten to fall and I don't even have enough energy or pain tolerance to pull away. I don't face him until he pulls me around.

"Rose-" he begins, but he stops when he sees my face, "oh my god."

"Fuck off," I whisper venomously. Over Gerard's shoulder, I see his group of friends standing there, watching us. I turn and run but I hear someone running behind me. I ignore them and continue running.