What's The Worst That I Could Say?

Chapter 9- Long time, no see

The present...

Gah, lunch. Finally, I was actually starving. I needed to get something inside of my empty stomach before I ended up face planting the floor. I'd missed breakfast this morning, I'd slept in.

"Well, look who it is...Helena Philips, the school's number one emo freak." A nasal, bitchy voice giggled from behind me. I sighed, and turned around to see Andrea with her little gang of preppy whores.

"Andrea," I nodded to her, continuing walking. I groaned when I heard her high heels click towards me quickly while she screeched after me. 

"Hey, I'm fucking talking to you, freak!" She snapped. I rolled my eyes and turned to her.

"Yeah?" I raised an eyebrow. "Well I'm not listening..." I flashed her a quirky, big smile, walking off again. She didn't bother coming after me, which I was glad of. It'd been like this all week since I'd started on Monday, her coming up to me, insulting me, but me just basically telling her to fuck off because I didn't care. I turned the corner and froze to see a group of jocks circled around something in the middle of the hall, their booming laughter echoing into the empty corridor.

"Get him to eat it off the floor!" One of them nudged another. I began to slowly walk towards the group as the 'something' they were gathered around yelled muffled protests. I quickened my pace as they all roared with laughter. I was horrified to see that the 'something' was Gerard.

Despite the fact that he'd been a total dick to me the entire week, being cold, hateful, down right rude...I still felt the anger and annoyance bubble up inside of me. Who the fuck did these bastards think they are? He was still my best friend...I wasn't just gonna stand here and watch Gerard be fucking bullied like that.

I sighed to myself, pushing my way through them all. I pulled Gerard up by his arm, to see that his lip was burst and that there was something crammed inside of his mouth. I watched him with shock as he spluttered out the small, chunky pieces of weird looking meat, frowning to myself.

"What have you done to him?" I asked them all, glancing up at the gang as Gerard wiped his mouth and clung to me. I felt him shaking underneath my grasp, obviously freaked out.

"What's it to fucking you?" Somebody sneered. I glanced up at Drake, rolling my eyes.

"What's it to me? What's it to fucking me? I'm his fucking best friend, that's what! Now you tell me what the fuck you've done to him or I'll kick you so hard in the balls that you'll be screaming for your momma and wishing she'd used a fucking condom!" I snapped. He looked at me, taken back, and slightly pissed off.

"Don't you fucking mention my-"

"I said fucking tell me!" I cut him off, clutching tighter to Gerard. Drake smirked.

"Well," He sighed. "Lets just say that the fag here had a spot of lunch..." I froze, glancing down at the weird looking meat on the floor. Oh my fucking God...

"A worm?" I hissed. "What the fuck is wrong with you all? This isn't fourth grade, you're fucking eighteen! Sick mother fuckers," I grumbled, pulling Gerard away out of the middle of the group down the hall towards the art department. I ignored the bitchy cat calls they were yelling to us as we came closer and closer to room 109.

He groaned as I pulled him through the door, and I muttered to keep quiet as I glanced around. Mrs.Gillet had said that I could come back if I'd wanted to complete my painting at lunch, but she might not be here. I sighed as I dropped him onto a stool, dropping my backpack onto the floor and walking off to get a wet paper towel. When I came back, I dragged a stool over towards him and sat on it, bringing the paper towel close to his face.

"This'll sting a little," I muttered, gently placing the cold, wet paper to his face. He hissed slightly and flinched back as I slapped his arm that had reached up to shove my hand away. "Hey, don't be such a baby!" I warned him. He grumbled again to himself, letting me clean up his bloody lip. 

"Why are you doing this?" He asked after a few seconds of looking into my eyes.

I sighed. "You would've done the same for me...?" I guessed. He shrugged and looked away. 

"Mhm," He mumbled. "I guess I would've." 

"Did you swallow any of it?" I asked him.

"The worm? No, but they made me chew it...urgh."

I grinned a little to myself. "Do you remember when we were seven in your back yard and we'd found two worms, and we dared each other to eat them?"

He smiled slightly, cringing from his sore lip. "Yeah, I do...then mom cooked fucking pasta. We were sick everywhere." We both quietly chuckled at the memory. We both gazed into each other's eyes, but then he stopped laughing, and frowned to himself. He pulled away from me, quickly taking the paper towel and dabbing his own lip. I frowned too. 

"What?" I asked, feeling a bit annoyed. I thought things were going okay there?

"You know what." He mumbled. "I still haven't forgiven you, you know..."

I sighed. "I know, but can you at least hear me out?" I asked him gently. He looked away, but remained in front of me, willing but also reluctant to listen. I continued.

"I can't explain to you...how hard-" I began, but I was cut off by the French, sarcastic voice of Mrs.Gillet and a familiar grunting behind her. I glanced up, to see her strut into the class, a piece of paper folded into her hands while a tall, built guy followed behind her.

Fuck...Dean Richards.

"Mr. Richarrrds." She murmured in her French drawl. "I am not pleased with your er..." She paused. "Lack of creativity, and laziness to hand in assignments. You either do well or my class, or do not!" 

"Yeah but-" 

"But nothing! I will be right back, I need to go and collect a new folder for you, seeing though you have er...disposed of your other one." She cut him off, trotting out the door again. He turned on his heel towards us, and smirked. My heart raced inside my chest, the familiar, piercing blue eyes glaring into me. I turned away from him, making eye contact with Gerard attempting to calm down. 

"Alright, fag?" He sneered. "Who's the new, pretty girlfriend, hey?" 

I swallowed, and ignored him, but Gerard had to mutter a response.

"She's not my fucking girlfriend..." He replied, sliding off of his stool and grabbing his back pack. I stood too, nibbling on my lip as he trailed towards the door.

"Calm down, freak, I was only asking..." He sneered as Gerard stomped out of the class room. I quietly picked up my own backpack, slinging it on my shoulder and heading towards the door too, but Dean turned his head towards me, and I froze. I was like a deer in the headlights, completely frozen, horrified and unaware of what to do next. He flashed me a small smile.

"So, you and the fa-I mean, Gerard?" He asked, walking towards me. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream...but I remained in place, my entire body numb and refusing to move. Why wasn't I out the door yet? Why wasn't I running after Gerard, telling him everything?

"Hello, uh, random girl I don't know? Are you like, mute, or something?" He continued, but I said nothing, and that just made him more annoyed as ever. In fact, he just kept walking toward me, coming closer, and closer.

"No..." I whispered. In fact, barely whispered, it came out as if I was mouthing it to him. I tried again, the fear in me bubbling over. "No, No...No!" My voice came from a whisper, to a murmur to a cry. He raised his hands in defense.

"Hey, hey! Calm down, what's your-" Then as he came straight in front of me, where he could see my face clearer, he froze. "Oh, it's you..." He smirked. "Why, hello, Helena. Long time, no see,"

And with that, I ran. I dodged away from him and rushed out the door, running as fast as I could down the hall. I was hoping to catch Gerard before he'd left to probably see the guys, but he was nowhere to be seen. I wanted my best friend, I needed my best friend...I needed his arms around me, I needed him to tell me it was okay. 

But because he was nowhere to be seen, I just ran out the doors of the school, heading in the direction of home.