Demolition Lovers (Gerard Way & MCR)

The First And Last Day Of Grade 11

Keep my head low, and everything will be alright. Say nothing. Don't make eye contact in class. Don't raise my hand to answer questions. Don't act better then anyone else.

So far it seemed to be working. Although the school was crowded, and I noticed the cliques, it wasn't as terrible as I thought. As far as I was concerned, Belleville Secondary School was pretty nice. But then, my day turned out to be very unordinary.

This morning I had Pre-Calculous, Chemistry, then English. Now was lunch, which made me a little nervous. I didn't know where I was going to sit, or what I was going to eat. I had money, but I was too nervous to get in line at the cafeteria alone. So I was lost, walking around the halls carrying my binder.

Nobody had said anything about what I was wearing. I had on a black Misfits shirt, some dark blue skinny jeans, and black vans. No one judged me on how I was wearing all dark, or how I liked bands. Which I was thankful for. Considering Gerard told me he was judged, I was worried I would be to. But nope. Not yet.

"Hey," someone whispered loudly. I turned around, extremely confused. I wasn't sure if this person was even talking to me. But then I saw who it was, and smiled.

There stood Gerard, wearing black jeans, a black Queen shirt, and a black leather jacket. His hair was a mess. And his eyeliner was on, smeared. He looked like he just rolled out of bed and got ready within three minutes. Yet he looked much better then the first time I'd met him.

"Hi," I said, walking towards him. "Where have you been?"

"Bed." I chuckled. "I missed most of the first day of school. The teachers are going to love me.." I simply smiled, and his cheeks reddened. "It's kind of weird for a girl to be talking to me. I think you should go.."

"Why?" I cocked an eyebrow, confused.

"Because if they find out we're friends, which I assume we are, you're dead." I had a few questions at the time. Who was 'they', and why would I be dead?

But before I could say anything, a tall jock male came strolling over. He was intimidating, about a foot taller then Gerard, with huge muscles. His friends, and what I assumed was his girlfriend, stood with him.

"Hey faggot," Gerard looked up, angered, but like he wasn't going to do anything. My stomach dropped.

"How's the first day of grade 11?" He shoved him gently into the locker. I watched from across the hall, unnoticed. Or so I thought.

"Is this your girlfriend?" He looked at me and chuckled. "She dresses like you." I rolled my eyes, and held my binder to my side instead of against my chest.

"I don't know her," Gerard mumbled, getting slammed against the locker once more. I felt like a tool for standing and watching him get bullied.

"Course shes not, you're the biggest faggot I know," they all laughed. My heart broke. I knew he wasn't gay, but still, that was a shitty thing to do to someone. "You have gay written all over your face."

"Homophobia is gay you tool." I spoke up. He slowly turned around, and I suddenly regretted it.

"What'd you say?" He started to walk over, towering me.

"I said.." I was deciding wether or not to say anything. "Erm.. Homophobia is gay. You. Tool." I swallowed the lump in my throat as I was backed against the wall.

"What are you, a lesbian or something?" He asked while laughed.

"No, I'm not. But I have friends who are gay, and I'm sure they don't appreciate it when shit heads like you call them out in front of people. Or make fun of them for their sexual orientation. You need to just fuck off." He looked pissed. Gerard was standing there, the jocks friends making sure he wouldn't run off. Even though I'm sure he wouldn't.

"You're gonna get it.."

"Yeah? And what are you going to do, hit me?" He glared. "Do it."

With that, his hand struck my cheek. Everyone gasped, and I went ballistic.

Just so you all know, I've never done anything like this before.

I pounced at him, somehow tackling him to the ground. It was like a lion attacking its prey. He was shocked, and my fist made a loud and painful connection with his face. Multiple times. There was a loud crack, and I wasn't to sure if it was my knuckle or his nose.

Then he found back.

You would expect it to hurt, punching someone and getting hit, but it really doesn't. Not when it happens anyways. Afterwards, when you really notice it, the pain is excruciating. But not now.

He shoved me off hard, and I flew away from him. I was confused as to how no teacher had come to stop it yet. In San Diego, this would already be done. Long ago, when Gerard was being harassed.

He tried to get up, but I scrambled over and kicked his feet, sweeping him. He crashed to the ground as his friends laughed. Someone shouted, "you're getting beat up by a girl two times smaller then you!" I chuckled.

I got up quick, kicked him in the ribs a few times, then dashed down the hall. My binder was on the ground by the lockers, but that didn't matter. I just ran. I was going to be in so much trouble for this. So. Much. Trouble.

Blood ran down from my nose, and my mouth tasted like penny's. My mouth hurt, my cheekbone hurt, my nose hurt, and my fist hurt. But I kept running, until I was out of the school and down the street.

"Jess!" I heard someone yelling after about three minutes. I was bent over, spitting blood onto the sidewalk.

"Jess," a hand was placed on my back, "are you okay?"

I slowly stood up straight to see it was Gerard. His face twisted when we made eye contact, as if he had just seen a dead body. "Holy.. I-I can't believe he hit you.." I shrugged.

"Whatever. He's going to jail now." Gerard slowly began to smile, then chuckle. Little did i know, I was wrong.

"Shit.. You're one clever girl, huh?" I shook my head.

"No, not really.. Just don't fuck with me. Or my friends." He smiled, staring at the blood on my face. "I'm probably suspended."

"Probably.. But lets get you cleaned up, okay?" I nodded, and we started to walk down the street to my house.

You've got to love the first day at school..