8th Grade// Frerard

1. Caught Starring Again

      I've been caught again.

My eyes widen, like a deer in headlights.

He catches my gaze, and that is when I knew today was not going to be a good one.

I quickly look away from him, hoping he doesn't come over to my desk. I pretend to be busy, and as soon as I hear the deafening ring of the bell, I rush out of my seat.

I quickly run to my locker, and punch in the pin. In the midst of opening my locker, a large hand shuts it. I look up to see big, menacing hazel eyes.

I knew this was coming, it happens every day.

Go to school, stare at him, get beat. repeat.

Sometimes, I don't even have to be staring at him. He has told me many times just looking at my face makes him angry.

We don't actually converse, which confuses me beyond belief. Just passing gazes in the hallway, or at his home when I'm visiting Mikey, his younger brother.

Gerard Way is certainly a weird human being.

"Meet me after school, boys locker room." He growls.  A puzzled look crosses my face, he notices. Usually Gerard just beats me up right there and then, he's surprising me today, I suppose.

"What? You wanna be beat right now faggot?" Ah, there is the Gerard I know.

I don't answer him, I just cast my gaze downwards. I don't like giving him the time of day, especially since he beats me up almost every day.

He leans forward, mouth against my ear. "Answer me, fag." He mutters.

I keep silent. A small smirk graces my face. "I'll do what I want."

I swiftly kicked upward, right into his balls.

Before he has a chance of trying to murder me, I quickly make my escape.

"Son of a Bitch!"