Only Bad Girls Get Good Grades

Heaven aint close in a place like this.

I remember my first boyfriend.

I was 14, I didn't care for boyfriends before then. His name was Alex, a 17 year old, and damn was he hot. And as older brothers go, Noah threatened Alex. It was strange, Noah looked older than Alex.

Alex seemed so perfect, for the first few months anyway. But that's how most of my relationships play out, don't they?

He turned into a dick.

It started with him treating me like shit. It was at first only him saying stupid things sincerely. But then came to the rough grabbing or the pushing.

Then, once he was fed up with me being scared of my first time, he forced me into it. Technically, you could say It was rape, seeing as I definitely didn't want to, and he forced me to. I guess it was peer pressure, I was scared and he lured and pushed me into his trap. And by then, he had turned 18 and I was 15, So it was illegal.

How could someone do that to you? If you're not ready, you're not ready. I tried to hide the bruises from Freddy and Noah, but Noah found out. He nearly killed Alex. And Alex was Arrested and charged for rape and abuse. And I think that was the first time I've ever seen Josh show sympathy towards me too.

I have a lot of demons in my life. And they won't stop getting in the way.

In the middle of lunch, the band room door opened, revealing Gerard. I had a few tears from reminiscing Alex. Stress makes me remember things I don't want to, and tell people things I don't want to. Gerard walked up to me and took my hand, pulling me to the art room.

Once we were in the art room, he hastily shut the door and wrapped his arms around me. Why is it that I'm Always crying on this mans shoulder?

"You have a lot of Demons, don't you?" He asks. I feel the vibration of his chest as he talks, I feel his hear beating. I nod digging my face deeper into his shoulder. He leans his head down ontop of mine.

"Is it about Noah?" I shake my head, keeping it in the crook of his neck.

"Alex" I say. Then I realize he doesn't know. I'm always proving myself as an idiot, aren't I?

"He was m first real boyfriend." He pulls away from the hug an pulls two chairs up, sitting in one. I sit down and take this as a continue.

"He was nice, at first anyway. But I was 14. He kinda forced me to do things I wasn't ready for, it's taken it's toll on me." I say, not further explaining. He looks at me with shock,Surprised by this information.

"I didn't know your life was so sucky" he says shifting in his seat.

"It's not that bad really. I could be homeless or something. I don't know I just feel like I'm a burden on you, you're always the one to help me. I want you to stop it." I say, crossing my arms and looking away. He chuckles.

"You're so cute." He states before giggling again. I am NOT Cute. Don't ever call me cute. I'll show him cute. I stand and sit on his lap, my legs spread so I'm sitting towards him on his lap, my legs split on each Side of him. I lean down and kiss his neck hesitantly, then repeat over and over, rising higher and higher until I reach his lips. I press my lips firmly to his, being in control this time. He kisses back forcefully, taking it farther than I had already.

When I pulled away from him, he pantingly says" Maybe not cute" I giggle and look into his dazzling eyes. " But you sure are sexy" he says kissing me again. I hear the bell ring and I hop off him, about to leave for study hall. Maybe.. I'll be just a little late. It's not like he has anybody at this period anyway. I lock his classroom door, walking back over to him.