The Kids Aren't Alright

-8-

"Dallon!" Gerard called, scrambling through the crowded halls to try and reach the tall boy, narrowly avoiding passers by as he did so. Dallon groaned to himself and tried to walk faster, which is easier said then done in a crowded hallway lined with lockers. The race was on now, but as Dallon reached his locker Gerard finally caught up.

"Dallon." Gerard said, half panting from the effort of chasing after him. "Hi."

"Gerard." Dallon said in a similar tone. "Go away."

"Dall, c'mon." Gerard sighed. "Look, I'm sorry about the paint thing, but you gotta understand how much trouble we could have gotten in-"

"Then why'd you even do it? Hey dipshit, if you don't break the law the police leave you alone!" Dallon exclaimed, shoving his books into the metal compartment.

Gerard grabbed his shoulder and forcibly turned Dallon to face him. "No, Dallon. I mean that Frank could have died or my little brother could have been sent away to god knows where. And I'm serious when I say that I'm sorry for letting you take the blame, but I'd like to make it up to you."

Dallon shrugged his hands off. "Whatever, Gerard. Just go bother Frank or something."

"Dude, give me a chance here-"

"I have a lot of regrets in life. Having this conversation tops the list." Dallon deadpanned, sending Gerard a look that clearly read 'leave me alone.'

Gerard seemed to ignore him, though. "Look, you don't have friends. I get it."

"Hey, I might have friends." Dallon said defensively, knowing full well that he didn't have a single friend.

"No you don't." Gerard dismissed. "I plan on changing that." He smirked, looking at Dallon expectantly. The tall boy raised his eyebrows, so Gerard continued on with his plan. "Tomorrow morning before school I'll send someone to pick you up, and we'll hang out at the mall before class. It'll be great."

"Whatever, Gerard." Dallon sighed, closing his locker and walking out of the school, his backpack slung over one shoulder.

Short, but eh.