Emo Academy (Multi Ship)

1. No Use Crying Over Spilt Acid

Gerard~

I swung the car door shut with an almighty thud as I exited my car. I watched as red flakes of paint fell to the ground littering the ground with red snow. That's a good fucking paint job wow I'm so happy I paid extra to get it touched up. I thought bitterly as I clutched my briefcase in hand, swinging it absent mindedly as I went. In my other hand, I felt the warm sensation of heat coming from my flask of coffee. I took a swig letting the hot liquid slide down my throat, warming my insides.

As soon as I entered the school building I sped walked to the staff room, hearing my shoes squeak noisily on the polished floor. I say polished but I would say it's more vaguely clean. I swung into the staff room carelessly.

"Sup', Loser." came a voice which was clearly directed toward me.

Brendon.

"Oh hello Brendon, tired of setting up cameras in Ross' classroom? "

He chuckled slightly at this, finding my insult amusing somewhere along the line. No, why must he find everything funny? I can't win with this man. Is he even real?

"You'll see Gerard, I'll have Ryan screaming for me by the end of this school year."

I rolled my eyes at his cockiness and went to put my lunch in the fridge which I had clearly labelled 'Gerard's food don't fucking touch unless you want death.'

"We have a name for that where I'm from Brendon, delusion."

Cheering myself on mentally for that comeback, I snatched a Clif Bar from the bowl of snacks, which no doubt would be raided later on and all the good shit would be gone. Most likely all taken by none other than Dallon, the math teacher.

"Mock me all you want Gerardo, we'll see who has the last laugh."

"It'll be me that has the last laugh and don't call me fucking Gerardo."

Brendon sighs sassily and twirls a rose between his thumb and forefinger, which I assume was intended for Ryan. He stands up leave not before turing around and saying

"We'll see. Bye, Gerardo."

And with that he saunters off, swaying his hips as he goes. That man will be the death of me. Or I'll be the death of him... however that saying goes. Ryan's a fucking English teacher, not me.

After dealing with Tyrant Urie, I walk slowly towards my art classroom, the classroom was near the cafeteria which was ideal in my mind.

I opened the door as it creaked softly creating an eerie atmosphere paired with the darkness of the room. I snapped the light on and felt a wave of relief wash over me as the room was flooded with light, never liked the dark. I shut the door and made my way toward my desk.

I placed my flask of coffee on my desk and plopped down into my chair, spinning around in it as I did so.

Suddenly, my door burst open. In walked my brother, Mikey, looking remarkably pissed off even for a Monday. He walked in and Pete followed in timidly behind him.

"Good morning, little Bro, Pete."

I said not looking up from the mound of essays on my desk. Never saw the point of having essays in art, surely art should be all about... the art?

"You will not BELIEVE how young the new Chemistry teacher is! He's like 7, I'm not even kidding."

I sighed slightly at Mikey's dramatisation of the event.

"I'm sure even Billie would have better sense than to hire a 7 year old."

This time Pete pipes up.