My Protector..

Chapter 1; A nerdy kid with an annoying protector

Okay, I was a nerdy kid with a nerdy name and nerdy looks. Who gave a shit? Girls at my school, that's who. But what they didn't know was that my dad ran the mafia and had taught me everything anyone could ever know about fighting before he left and gave the mafia to my brother, who didn't assiociate with me anymore. Mum still lived with me though. We tried to forget him, forget everything. Forget my brother, forget the mafia, forget Mum's time in prison, forget her one true love, forget the girl who had killed him. But everything kept coming back to us. One of the bitches was flinging my plait around while I read a book.

"And who wears plaits anymore? You're fifteen, yet you look lik a nine year old with them in. You're such a baby." The girl, who's name was Laura, said. Her words didn't inflict harm though, they never did. I kept myself calm by knowing that I could kill her in one swift movement.

"I bet you're still a little baby. I bet you're a daddy's girl." Another said.. The mention of the word Dad always made me snap. I stood up and turned to the girl who said that. I glared at her before turning around and leaving. Remember Gertrude, always use fighting as a last resort. Dad's words echoed through my head as I walked away, book in hand, head held high. A boy started walking beside me. I'd never seen him before.

"You were cool back there." He said, trying to get my attention, "isn't she one of the popular ones? That must take pure guts not to rip their brains out. Which I know you can do. Gertrude Boa." He added. Mum and I had taken her last name, in stead of me sticking with the douche's last name. I looked at him. There was something familiar about him.

"How do you know me? Why do you know me? What do you know? What do you want from me? Who are you?" I asked. He laughed, a sexy laugh.

"I'm Keaton Jones. I've been assigned here to look after you, which I know you can do, but your brother wants me here." He said. I sighed, rolling my eyes. Gerard would always send people to look after us, when he knew we didn't need it, and when he didn't like us.

"Listen Keaton, stop wasting your time and get the education you need." I said.

"What do you mean?"

"The mafia. They're fucked up people with no future."

"Your father had a pretty big life. He was really rich."

"So what? He owned the fucking thing. You'll always be a nothing in this world." I said, he looked extremely hurt.

"And what about you, eh? You don't even have your own gang, and that's low. I used to own a gang before I was accepted into the mafia."

"It must have been a shit gang then." I said, before turning sharply down another corridor. He caught up with me.

"Nope, it was actually quite good. I took over it after my brother, Joe, died." He said. I stopped suddenly, outside a classroom. I threw my bag in it and then came back out. I smiled sarcastically at him.

"Can you leave me alone now?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Nope, this is my last chance."

"Oh well, I'm sure the world will be a better place without you anyway." I siad. He grabbed my shirt and pressed me against the wall, his nose touching mine.

"Shut up and let me have this, or else." He threatened. I sighed, rolling my eyes. My leg lifted up and slammed into his stomach. He took a few steps back, clutching his stomach, winded. My eyes rolled again and I punched him. He fell to the floor, knocked out. I shrugged and walked off. The girls were waiting. They hadn't seen me knock him out.

"Ooh look, it's the nerd. How's your dad? Still dead?" One of them sneered.

"Wow," I said, "original." I walked off while she glowered. Thoughts of my dad raced through my head. His kind smile, his kind hugs. And then seeing him in hospital, while he was dying. His eyes, crying blood. The bullet hole, bleeding none stop. It was heart-breaking. It was that moment when I decided that looks didn't matter and love didn't exist. I started walking faster. I barged my way through people until my nose met a hard chest. If I was normal, I'd probably have broken it.

"Sorry," I mumbled. The hand grabbed me.

"What?" The guy said.

"Sorry."

"Oh I see, scared of a fight?" He asked. I shook my head.

"No, I just don't want one." He lifted up my head so I was staring at him. His eyes widened slightly before returning to normal.

"We're fighting." He decided. I growled. He lifted up his arm and punched me around the face. The hit didn't register. It reminded me of Dad's fake punches.

"GET LOST." I screamed, suddenly angry. He smirked. Keaton came running.

"Gertrude!" He groaned. I ignored him and jumped up, my feet coming out and slamming the guy in the chest. He fell to the floor, unable to breath. I ran off. Keaton wasn't that far behind me. I ran towards the gates and flipped straight over them. Keaton stopped at the gates.

"STOP THERE, YOUNG LADY!" A teacher called.

"GERTRUDE!" Keaton called. I ran straight home. I banged the door shut and went straight upstairs. I lay on my bed, shoving my headphones in, letting the sounds of Paramore fill my ears.

A couple of hours later, my door opened. My eyes were closed, so I didn't get up to look who it was. They sat beside me and a hand hit my leg. I could tell this person was annoyed with me. I opened an eye. It was Sophie, the third child.

"You ran away from school. I thought you were supposed to be good?" She asked. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't give a shit Soph. Gerard sent another. His name is-"

"Keaton. You know, you're not the only child in the family that Gerard feels the need to protect." She said, an eyebrow raised. I shrugged.

"He's a-fucking--"

"Fit, he's a-fucking fit bastard." She said.

"No. He's a-fucking-nnoying." I said.

"He's well fit!" Sophie argued. I rolled my eyes and turned around on my bed. I felt her move, getting off of my bed.

"Bye." I said.

"See you at tea." She said before leaving. Keaton Jones, the only person who knows how to really push my buttons. The bastard.