Devil's Work (Frerard / Priest!Gerard)

Five

Song on the side: I was A Teenage Anarchist by Against Me!

Five

When Monday rolled around I really wasn't amused. 

The clouds outside my window covered the sky in a thick, grey blanket which easily matched my mood. My converses were scuffed at the toe, my jeans wearing at the seams and the temperature meaning i was unsure wether or not to take a jacket or a coat. Luckily the sixth form i was attending was non-uniform. I don't think i would've coped if they'd made me turn up in shirt and tie. It was bad enough having to get up at seven AM as it was.

Plus, seeing as i didn't have a car yet, Ray was going to have to drive me. He'd turned seventeen a few months before me and of course his parents had brought him a brand new car to celebrate the occasion. He'd passed his test first time and as of a month previously owned a license. I would have caught the train or bus instead, but that would've meant getting up even earlier and i was not willing to sacrifice any sleep. 

By the time i'd grabbed some breakfast and headed outside, Ray was already sitting in his car, waiting patiently for me to get a move on. I jumped into the passenger seat and slammed the door, turning around to face him. 

"Hey" I decided to go with a more friendly approach. Maybe i could win him over first, then show him how much more fun everything was when you bent the rules a little here and there. 

"Hey" He relied back in a short, uninterested tone. I sighed, trying to find something to talk about, and spotted his guitar case resting in the back. 

"You still play then" I smiled, nodding back at his interment "I do too, but I had to leave mine back home. Maybe I could borrow one of yours sometime?" The thought of being able to have a guitar again was enough to make me want to get in his good books. 

"I don't know about that. The music block has some practice rooms you could use though, if you really want to play." At least he was giving more than one word answers now. Perhaps guitar was the way to go when it came to breaking down his walls. 

"That sounds good. Is that where you go?" 

"Sometimes" he shrugged, turning onto the main road "It's a reasonably sized place, you'll get the hang of it in no time." That sounded almost-caring. Perhaps he was softening with age, and might actually want to give me a chance. He'd always been the golden child - aren't they suppose to want to be friends with everyone?

"Will i have any classes with you?"

"No. I've seen your timetable and we're not together for anything. We're taking different subjects."

"Oh. What do you take?" I thought back to my own choices - Music and English. They had been obvious choice for me as they were the only things i really excelled in. In everything else i was somewhat mediocre. Average. Ordinary. So to be told that i was overachieving in music and creative writing had been the last piece to confirm my choices. Of course, I had to take English lit too, but i didn't mind that one either. 

"Maths, Biology and Chemistry" He didn't exactly seem over-enthusiastic about his choices. 

"What about music? I thought you were a genius on guitar?" I remember how once when i was younger and learning guitar, my dad had made some side comment about how Ray was already exceptional the instrument. It was a good job i didn't give a fuck about his opinion, otherwise the comment would've probably hurt. 

"Yeah, but my parents talked me out of it. It wasn't academic enough for their approval" was that a hint of bitterness i detected in his tone of voice? Could he actually be angry with his perfect family?