I keep on running until I reach the field, by now my tears have fallen and they show no sign of stopping. I stop and fall to my knees, sobs escaping me. I stay there for a while before a feel a hand on my shoulder. I freeze and pull away. I stand up, wiping my tears away. I turn to person slowly, glaring at them.
"Rose?" He asks. It has to to be him doesn't it.
"Not now." I mutter, turning away from him.
"Why don't you see that I care about you?" He groans.
"You don't even know me," I mutter, not looking at him.
"I want to get to know you," he smiles.
"You don't, trust me," I laugh emotionlessly.
"Doesn't the fact that you literally beat me up so bad on Monday yet I'm still trying to help you prove something?" He asks.
"I don't need help!" I shout.
"Okay, not help, not a friend, just an acquaintance." He suggests.
"Ha no thanks," I shoot back.
"Someone you can talk to then," he says desperately.
"I've gone eighteen years without help or someone caring, I'm sure I can survive more," I sneer.
"What about your parents?" He asks, frowning.
"What about them?" I laugh.
"I'm sure they care," he says.
"They care my arse," I snort.
"Look just help me out here," he sighs, "I'm trying to be nice."
"I didn't ask you to be," I say bluntly.
"Well I don't care, you can't get rid of me." He shrugs.
"Do you want children?" I ask.
"Yeah why?" He asks cluelessly.
"Then shut up or I'll sterilise you," I mutter.
"After Monday I'm not really bothered." He shrugs.
"Fine whatever," I say, speeding up, "I'm not going to P.E."
"Where are you going?" He asks, matching my pace.
"Out, probably to the park or something," I shrug.
"I'm coming with you." He says.
"No you're not!" I exclaim.
"What are you gonna do?" He grins. I turn and punch him in the shoulder hard.
"Damn I forgot how hard you can punch," he groans, holding his shoulder.
"You two!" A teacher yells from somewhere. I turn to see that it's the P.E teacher, the class that I suppose I'm meant to be in is there too.
"Rose Butler and Frank Iero get here now," she shouts. As she says this the class turns to face us. I see Frank's friends among the crowd and that Amanda girl too. I don't recognise anyone else though.
"Now!" She shouts again.
"Run," I murmur, dragging Frank away. We run towards the fence and we easily scale it and begin walking down the road.
"You two are in serious trouble when you get back," the teacher says, she followed us, as did the rest of the class. I stick my middle finger up and walk away, Frank quickly follows me.
"You don't think we should go back?" He asks.
"Live a little," I tell him, turning a corner.
"Where are we going?" He asks.
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What Makes You So Angry? (MCR)
FanfictionRose Butler, sister of Marcus Butler, she's eighteen and has a reputation of being the badass. But life isn't like the movies where she falls easily in love with a badguy, or has loads of friends like her, or has a family who were like her when they...
