Demolition Lovers (Gerard Way & MCR)

Other Ideas..

I woke up late in the morning to the phone ringing. I waited for it to stop, or for my nana to answer, but then I remembered she had gone to work. So I tried to ignore it.

It stopped for a good two minutes, and I attempted to drift off back to sleep. But then it rang again. And again. And again. I groaned, and threw my blankets onto the ground. I hate mornings. More then anything else.

The sun shined in through my curtains, and I was blinded. I imagined myself hissing at the light like a vampire, then chuckled. Then I finally stood up, in the clothes I was wearing yesterday, and struggle to walk to the phone.

"Hello?" I asked immediately, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"Jessie?" I cocked an eyebrow, my eyes still closed as I was barely awake. I felt like sitting, but I knew if I did, I'd pass out immediately. "Jess? It's mom."

"Mom?" I asked softly. Last nights memories began to flood into my mind, and my eyes shot open. "Mom?! What? Why are you calling?"

"Did you just wake up?" I shook my head, yawning.

"No. What are you calling for? How'd you know I was here?"

"Nana told me." Of course she did. She could never keep a secret. If she did for too long, she would beg whoever told her the secret, if she could tell someone. If they said no, she'd do it anyways. I rolled my eyes. "Honey, I'm sorry.. I over reacted." Yeah you did.. "But good news! There's another high school here in town!" My eyes widened even more.

"What?"

"Yeah! McDurmand High School. It's in the sketchier area of town, but I called, and they seemed really nice." Oh Jesus. No. This was not okay..

"What? Mom, I don't want to go to school in the ghetto! I'm going to get stabbed or something!" She started to laugh. I didn't know what she thought was so funny about that. I wasn't kidding.

"Honey, I'm going to come pick you up. We can get lunch and talk about it, okay?" I nodded, and glanced at the clock across the room. 11:40am. I've been sleeping for almost 12 hours. New record.

"Yeah, okay.. I need to get changed though."

"Okay, that's fine. Stand at the front, alright sweetie?" Why was she so happy-go-lucky today? What the hell did she eat this morning? I sighed softly.

"Sure, bye." I hung up the phone, and stretched. I looked like crap. And I felt like crap. I could feel my pulse through my knuckles, which were dark purple. I probably needed a bandage or something. And my face hurt a little more then yesterday. That was to be expected.

I walked to the bathroom, tying my hair up with an elastic that I kept around my wrist at all times. When I looked in the mirror, I sighed. I almost looked the same, except my left eye was slightly swollen. I splashed some water onto my face, rubbed my eyes, and went to the front where my shoes were. I shoved my feet into them, then left the apartment without locking the door.

I was scared to see my mom again. She was raging last night. If I did something wrong, she might flip completely. I knew one thing though. If I was going to this new school, I was definitely not getting expelled. There was no need for a repeat.

My mom pulled up to the building, and I walked out to the car, keeping my face down. When I got it, we made small talk all the way home. Once we were there, I bolted up the stairs to the bathroom.

Okay. Here's an attempt to make me look somewhat normal.

I took a long, hot shower, washing my hair a few times, and cleaning my face properly. When I was done, I tied a towel around myself, and went to my room. Clothes were scattered all over my floor, and I'd only been here a week. But I was picky.

I went with a black shirt that said Gibson Guitars, some black leggings, and a pair of black flats. Then I went to fix my face, which was easy. Make up did the job (somewhat), and since we were only going for coffee, I simply tied my hair back.

When I came down the stairs, mom asked me what the jock had done. I showed her my knuckles. "Holy shit. Jess, doesn't that hurt?" I laughed at the fact that she swore.

"Yeah, but I'm okay.." She didn't seem to believe me, and neither did i. But I wasn't going to bitch and complain about it. I wasn't a little girl. Although I was short, and a girl, I wasn't a little girl.

Two opposing ideas. Hmm.

We got in the car, and drove to some restaurant I couldn't remember the name of. I've never heard of it, but mom said she went there a lot. It was a seafood place, with dark brown tables and chairs. And lots of paintings.

A tall man in a fancy uniform led us to a booth, and asked what we'd like to drink. When I said coffee, he seemed shocked, but wrote it down anyways.  Mom got a water.

Typical..

I didn't want any sea food at the moment. I hadn't yet, and the first thing I ate definitely wasn't going to be sea food.. So I ordered a Shrimp Pasta, without the shrimp. I'm almost 100% sure the waiter thought my brain was scrambled.

"So," mom said smiling. "McDurmand seems really nice." Here we go. I was dreading this conversation. "They have all the same classes you took before. They even have a music room."

"Oh.."

"Yeah. The teachers are nice, they'll help you with everything. I didn't tell them about what happened at the last school though, or you'd be in a special class with all the dangerous kids." I simply smiled, staring at the table. "You're going to love it, Jess. I promise."

k good enough idk. c: i wasn't looking forward to writing this one, it was boring. but whatevs. ~gracethekilljoy