Three Kinds of Heartbreak

Chapter 1

There are three kinds of heartbreak. The first, when someone is reckless with your heart, and it breaks and shatters in ways you never thought it could. The second, is when you break someone's heart; you look into their eyes but they look way. The worse, the last kind of heartbreak, is the kind that comes along when you have to watch the person you love be happy with someone else. You could say this happened to me.

It all started like this:

I was late for class, again for what seemed to be the thousandths time this semester. Rushing through the halls to get to class I ran into an unlikely person.

"Tsk tsk look at what do we have here." He smirked and turned to the two guys towering behind him. The one to the left of him had bleach blonde hair that shagged in front of his eyes, he

chuckled, "I would say it looks like a yellow belly, no good, two timer, piece of trash."

I looked at all three of them with a look of confusion and disbelief. Two timer? I've never even kissed anyone. Yellow belly and trash weren't too far off from a perfect description of myself, but I was no two timer. Before I could conjure up anything witty to say back I was already on the floor from an intoxicating punch to the cheek. When I tried to stand up I was dizzy and my vision was blurred. Woobly, I somehow managed to stand back up, though my knees below me were weak. With another blow to the face my cheek was becoming well acquainted with the cold linoleum floor. This time I stayed on the ground curled up into a ball, hoping I would save myself from further injuries this way. I was wrong. One kick right after the other soon became irrelevant.

A fourth voice appeared and I tried to stomach the idea of there being four more limbs that could cause more damage to my small body. I was wrong.

"Are you really going to pick on a kid who is two years younger than you and is only 5'4?".

The fourth voice was a boy in my grade named Gerard. I didn't know him that well but I did have art class with him and I knew that he was exceptionally gifted in the art department. The kicks stopped, I peeked through my hands still trying to stay in my little ball just in case they decided I didn't have enough yet. My tormentors turned around to face Gerard and his friends, they were evenly matched in numbers, but not in size. After a brief discussion and little to no fighting actually happening my tormentors left.

"Frank, you can get up now."

"G, I don't think he's conscious." Mikey started to panic.

"No, he is. Just give him some time. Ray, take Mikey to class I'll usher Frank to his next class after I clean him up."

Ray nodded and guided Mikey to class.

It was just me and Gerard. I didn't want to show my face, I am almost positive it is red from crying. I managed to sit up against the lockers; this time my head was in between my knees and I locked my eyes onto the ground not daring to look up.

Gerard spoke again, "You have every right to be upset. You're not too sensitive. If it hurts you it hurts you. If it makes you angry it makes you angry. There's nothing wrong with you for feeling the way you do. Everyone has feelings there is no reason to be ashamed of that." He sat down besides me and gently put his hand on the middle of my back. I jumped a bit, still being unsure of him.

I didn't even mutter a word before he spoke and he already knew exactly how I felt. Of course I was ashamed and embarrassed to get beat up and then rescued by three other guys I hardly knew. The only thing I could even think of saying was, "Thank you." and that's exactly what I said.

"Don't mention it really. We've all been there before. Darin and his two hooligans won't be bothering you any longer if I have anything to do with it."

This scarred me, "No! Honestly it's fine I'm not worth the risk, someone else will get hurt, you wouldn't want Mikey to get involved with any of them." Mikey is Gerard's little brother so I know this would tear at his heart strings. I was wrong.

"Mikey and I both have had our fair amount of beatings, we can handle Darin. But right now you aren't looking too hot, come on let's go get you cleaned up."

Gerard stood up and put his hand out to help me get up so I took it. Standing up I mentioned to him, "I'm 5'6 by the way."

He tossed his head back and laughed. He then looked me in the eyes, he was a couple of inches taller than me so I was looking up to him. I felt my face get warm breaking eye contact with Gerard my eyes focused back on the ground. I shuffled my way to the bathroom and Gerard gladly followed behind me. Within the short time a captured the look in Gerard's eyes, they looked like melted chocolate that had a slight glaze to them. Behind them I could tell there was a story, hopefully one I would be able to know and help guide him through.