I'll Be Damned if You're the Death of Me (Ben Bruce/Asking Alexandria)

Could you imagine being Andrew fucking Biersacks sister? Well I can. And it's not a fucking party all the time. It actually sucks most of the time. Other than summer tours, free concert tickets, and hanging around some pretty cool dudes, being related to Andy isn't easy. Don't get me wrong! I love Andy, a lot actually. He's a great big brother. It's just that not many other people love Andy like I do. People hate Black Veil Brides enough to hate me. As if I had any part in the creation of the band! I was labeled a "Freakish emo".

Not to mention school. That probably would've sucked with or without Black Veil Brides existing. All the people who actually liked BVB, hated me because I could hangout with Andy and talk to him anytime I want without having to pay for it. All the other kids, just thought I was a fucking creep. They probably assumed I was going to shoot everyone, or myself.

The teacher's just flat out hated me. They didn't even need to know about my family to know that they don't like me. From my clothes, to the language. Well actually, there shouldn't be such a huge problem with clothes here. I go to a private school, which happens to be very religious though I'm not. I always got into trouble for wearing an accessory with my uniform. I'd wear a belt or two, maybe fingerless gloves, or fishnets instead of my knee socks. I'd constantly land in the office.

Today, was like any day. It was a Wednesday, which was the beginning of my laziness. By Wednesday I stopped caring about the week, because I see it as if it's almost Friday. I'd been a little heavy on my black eyeliner, I'll admit, but it looked fucking rad. I replaced the blue and white knee socks, with my black designed tights. I'd stuck three pins on my white blouse. Bring Me The Horizon, Black Veil Brides and Pierce The Veil pins. They were small, and barely noticeable really. I was really excited to get home after school. Andy was flying in from Los Angeles, to spend the next few weeks with us, before a huge summer tour. I was totally stoked, hoping that Andy would ask me to join them.

Now, I didn't really expect to be clocked in the face by Georgia Wright this morning. It was kind of random, and I wouldn't have expected it at all, if I hadn't called her a cock sucking bitch on Twitter last night. I guess that one's kind of on me, but I still didn't appreciate the punch to the jaw. And who am I to not return the favor? Plus a kick to her lady nuts. What can I say? I'm a giver.

Well what happened During first period, Blair Biersack was called to the principles office. Of fucking course. I laughed a little, and just left class without a word. No one cared if I came back or not either, so I didn't need to bother.

My heels clicked as I made my way to the all-to-familiar office. This was no big deal, because this wasn't my fault. Of course, I didn't take into consideration that Georgia's dad was the principle. This wasn't the first time I'd started shit with Georgia, but it was the first time it had become something she'd brought to her father's attention.

I walked right into the office and took my seat across the table from Mr. Wright. He looked at me with concern.

"Is that a bruise forming on your jaw, Ms. Deersack?" He looked at me over the frame of his glasses. This fat fuck needs to learn my last name. I'd been down here enough for him to get it.

"It's Biersack," I scoffed.

"Biersack," He corrected himself and rolled his eyes. "Would you like to explain this mornings incident?"

"Shouldn't Georgia be the one explaining herself? She punched me," I felt a little choked. I always had to explain when I was the instigator. The victim never has to "explain themselves".

"I have witnesses that say, you punched Georgia first, actually. Do you have anything to say in your defense?" He coughed, and I practically coughed up my fucking lungs.