🎈 GERARD'S PØV 🎈
Just a while longer...
I somehow convinced myself that a boy holding a shiny red helium balloon while hogging a watercooler at the corner wouldn't attract attention. So far only two girls happened to turn into this corner to have drink. They looked amused but didn't question, it's February 14th after all, and I seemed really thirsty.
Checking my watch again, it was 1.13pm, no sight of the tiny boy. His last class should have ended by now, and he always comes to refill his water bottle at this time every Friday.
"Just three more minutes," I told myself, perhaps the fourth time. I didn't like staying here, it's a bad place to be in right now. Just hoping I don't bump into the wrong person, Class 3F had just been dismissed as well...
"Oh lookie, it's the greasy-haired slut."
My breathing hitched, but I tried really hard to maintain my composure, pretending not to notice the towering figure.
"Did you not hear me, fat ass?!"
Help me.
"Go away Brian..." I hated how scared I sounded, no matter how I tried to keep it firm. Being afraid is losing half the fight.
"Wonder who this is for..." he snatched my balloon but I yanked it back, and the string might have cut his hand.
He was bigger than me and easily threw me backwards against the wall with great force.
"F*ck you, how dare you."
"From the start, what did I even do to you," I said ever so softly. "Why won't you leave me alone."
This guy has been showing up really often lately just to screw up my already pitiful life. Three faces appeared in my mind. Ray, Tyler, as well as the five foot boy I was waiting for.
"Why don't you run home and play with your blades?" he flashed a horrible grin as I rolled my jacket sleeve further down my arm, I felt so exposed. My eyes welled up and my vision blurred...
"GET THE F*CK AWAY FROM HIM." I heard someone scream.
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I posted this really short chapter early so I can rant a bit about what happened to TØP at the reading festival yesterday (26/8/16)
I'm disgusted, watch it for yourself.
So when Tyler was crowdsurfing some people took his shoes and ski mask and ripped his shirt, and even let him fall into the pit more than once.
Even after all that, Tyler managed to get onto a platform and thank everyone for coming. They ended the show early. "Josh that's it, we gotta be done." at 3:30
UPDATE: we have no idea what really happened. I hope this isn't true. Fingers crossed it's all an accident, Clique or not. All that matters is that Tyler is ok.
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