Teenagers (FANFICTION FOR TEACHERGERARD)

Kiss me goodbye

~ Bayli's P.O.V ~

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Another waking day, another care down the drain. Standing up I quickly brush my blue hair. that's right, blue, and throw on some clothes. I grab my fun ghoul jacket and walk down the stairs. I feel presentable enough.

just as I rounded the corner to the kitchen, I hear loud yelling. "ALL SHE DOES IS EAT SLEEP AND SING IN THE SHOWER!"

"SHES NOT GOING ANYWHERE!"

"SHE HAS TO LEAVE!"

"WHY?"

"LOOK AT HER GRADES AND HER CLOTHES AND HER TASTE IN MUSIC! ITS ALL CRAP! THE GUYS A WORK ALL HAVE AMAZING DAUGHTERS AND ARE EVEN POPULAR AND THEN THERES BAYLI!"

"Well... She's... she's a dreamer, Carter."

"And I don't care. she's fifteen. she's almost Sixteen. she can take care of herself. when she comes down stairs, act like nothings happened. we will break it to her when she gets home today."

they're kicking me out? because I'm not popular? because I'm not the perfect child?! tears burned my eyes and felt anger well up within me. storming around the corner, I attempted to make my 5'6 frame as menacing as possible.

"Don't bother! I heard it all! don't worry I won't come back. at least not until you get your judgmental head out of your waxed ass!"

My parents stared, stunned into silence. my mom cried and it hurt me to see it. my dad looked angry. "You'd better speak to me with more respect, young lady!"

"UP YOURS, CARTER!"

at the sound of his first name he looked taken aback. then angry. "Out. OUT AND DON'T COME BACK UNTIL YOU MAKE SOMETHING OF YOURSELF!" He shoved me out the door, and into the cold December air. landing in some snow, I stood up, and strode into town. I don't feel like school today. I might go and see who the new teacher is, and see how long it'll take her to be just another mark on the teachers desk. we've scared off about five, possibly six teachers now.

yeah, I'll go to seventh hour and see the new teacher. then probably walk back out of the class. A bright flash of light interrupted my thoughts. it was a camera going off, for whatever reason, I don't know. all I know is that pictures can prove I was at a certain place at a certain time. I hate pictures. Fucking tourists. Walking into a music store, I gazed at the different instruments, especially the guitars.

I play guitar, and its a magical experience to me. as far as I'm concerned, I won't ever need to be drunk, or high. I don't need illegal sustenance to make me happy, as long as I have music. I hope to play in front of thousands and thousands of people one day. to hear them canting for more and more of me. of my music. my voice and soul. I spent the next four hours looking at guitars and figuring out if I wanted to learn keyboard, or bass guitar when I got bored. looking at my phone, I realise that it probably around sixth period by now. walking out the store, I head over a few blocks down and into the school gates.

I stroll across the lawn and see a sign. a really bright one, electric blue, and I was drawn to it. not sure why, but I was.

walking towards it, I read it.

/Bayli McCaine is a ugly scene whore. she sucks dick and licks pussy as well. she's stupid, and can't sing or play any instruments. I can't imagine why she's on campus, or why she's here, alive, at. all./

The sign was stupid, obviously meant to be harsh and hurt my feelings but what I really did instead cry, was giggle. and then laugh. and then fall into hysterics. I could barely breath I was laughing so hard. tears blocked my vision as I struggled for breath. finally, I stood and when I did I saw the person who signed it at the bottom. the spidery handwriting that I knew so well. it was Ro. his full nam is Rollan Williams, and we hand been best friends for years. and yet here it was. he wrote this. he posted it in my favorite color, knowing that it would catch my attention. He just gave his full opinion on me. I re-read the last line over and over again. my best friend wants me to commit suicide?

this time when tears blocked my vision, they really were from hurt. and I rushed to the bathroom on the first floor of my school. locking the door I hid in a stall, still clutching the paper. this time when I struggled for breath, it was from the sobs that ripped the air out of my lungs.

my family didn't want me.

my best friend didn't want me.

no one at school did either.

I was alone. I heard a bell ring and glanced at my phone. that was the bell for seventh hour. I didn't care. Rollan was in that class. I felt a wrench at my mid section. I was gunna puke. whirling around, I vomited till it hurt. my throat burned and I coughed a ton. I sobbed again, this time for my physical hurt, not psychological. finally I managed to stop crying. I pulled my eyeliner out of my bag and quickly re-applied. my eyes looked slightly pink and glassy, but my nose and cheeks looked pale and gaunt. sighing at my to thin face, I walked out of the bathroom. I glanced at he time and realised that my class was on the third floor, all the way across the school. I took off at a run and pounded down hallways and flew up stair after stair. finally reaching the classroom door, I slammed it open, my MSI bag hanging on my elbow, where it had fallen of my shoulder, over Forty-Five minuets late. I closed my eyes and kept my head down as I stood there, panting.

"Uh...Young Lady? Who are you? Are you alright?" I felt anger surge within me. does this Twit-shit know what I've been through?! the troubles I've seen? AND NOW WELL I CANT AND I- I WONT GO DOWN BY MYSELF...!!" stupid brain, Answer the question given!

raising my head, I gave the most evil glare I could. then stopped. this guy was gorgeous. I trailed my eyes from his shoes to his pants up his torso, and finally met his hazel eyes. and suddenly, I knew who it was.

Gerard Way is teaching my Science class.

Swallowing and taking another precious gulp of air, I breathed out, amazingly without stuttering, "My name's Bayli."

"Well, Hello, Bayli!" My names Gerard. why are you late?" fudge tarts! I can tell him that I blowed off school and then decided to come back to see him runaway from my evil classmates butbwound up crying in a bathroom alone, and finally meeting my idol, so I gave him a lie. unfortunately, I suck at lying.

"I uh...My...Alarm clock didn't go off?" crap. I hate HATE my lying skills. please let him buy it... please let him buy it... he simply nodded and smiled. "Well hello Bayli, as you already know I'm Gerard and i will be teaching your science class for the rest of this year." holy shiz. HE'S MY TEACHER?! letting out a breath that i hadnt noticed that I'd been holding, I found my way to my seat, still excited about Gerard being my teacher.

I was brewing over why Gerard Frickin Way would be teaching science at a run down high school in California, when he nodded at me. Frick I have to stand up and talk about myself? I hate public speaking! let's hope i dont freeze up. "My names Bayli. I'm fifteen, like bands, photography, and literature. and I wanna be a musician."

My heart pounded but I held his gaze, willing him to know that I was brave and strong. even without My Chem or MSI. they both broke up. THAT'S IT there's no money! gee has to teach High school for cash! aw, poor Way. he nodded and smiled.

when he turned around to begin telling a kid about his education, I was able to breath again. the class went on and, sadly, the bell rang. I stood up and was shoved back a few times. I prayed Gerard didn't notice. finally I was able to walk out, and I felt his eyes burning into my back. then I realised, I'm wearing a fun ghoul jacket. he knows I'm a fan. hop fully this situation didn't get as awkward as I think...

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(A/N bazinga! updates! alrighty so there's gonna be a really big time jump (like four months) woah! parentheses inside a parentheses! PARENTHETICAL INCEPTION!! but there's gonna be a time jump. also: If you're not OK with teacher/student sexual relations then just get the fuck off my page BC this story is for TeacherGerard on instagram! k luff y'all!

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