We All Go To Hell

Chapter One

--Gerard's POV--

Senior year. First day. A.k.a - hell. My mother made a point to wake me up extra early today and oh, what a joy.  I actually had to fall out of bed in order to wake myself up. Which was probably a bad idea after all. Going to school with bruises scattering my face would not end well, I was sure of it.

Dreadfully,  I fled downstairs to make a cup of coffee (that I so desperately needed) and found Mikey sitting eerily happy at the kitchen table, his thumbs running quickly over his cell phone as he texted. He mumbled a 'Good morning' as I slid by, but I just shrugged in response.  He didn't seem to mind though, he never does mind.

"Hey, so you nervous?"

He asked softly, not removing his eyes from the bright phone screen beneath him. "Why would I be nervous?"

"Because it's the first day. I don't know. "

I turned on the coffee pot and propped my elbows up on the stained counter, setting my chin on my palms.

"Im not nervous."

Even though I tried to speak clearly, my voice came out in a whisper.

"I am."

He added and I didn't even turn to face him.

"You can do it."

I said, fake enthusiasm filling my tired voice.

He just rolled his eyes,  like he normally did. He did it so much it was practically his trademark eye roll.

When the coffee finished brewing, I poured a cup full in my mug, sighing slightly as I walked back into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I'd honestly considered skipping today but my mom said she'd kill me if I did. So slowly,  hoping to make myself turn up late, I got changed into some jeans, a t shirt, and a black hoodie. I never really understood why some people got so dressed up for the first day. I mean, who are they even trying to impress?  It was high school for fucks sake.

Okay, so, maybe my hair was a mess and my eyeliner from last night was smudged slightly around my eyes, but like I said...who was I trying to impress?

Finishing off my coffee, I set off downstairs,  and walked out, Mikey by my side.

"So you excited? I mean, there gotta be some cute girls this year, right?"

I shrugged. I guess Mikey never really got the 'not into girls' memo. But I didn't care to correct him right now. He didn't continue the conversation, because he went back to his phone, yet again.

"Who are you texting anyway?"

I asked softly, pulling my pack of cigarettes from my jeans pocket and lighting one, taking a long, graceful drag.

He smiled to himself then looked up at me.

"Just someone. "

"Someone? Obviously.  But who?"

"Just a girl..."

"What's her name?"

He groaned,  rolling his eyes again.

"Alicia.  We're just friends though. Okay? "

I scoffed slightly, then finally let the conversation go. He didn't really wanna seem to talk about it more.

When we got there, I could already tell that the brain cells in these kids had dropped over the summer. I heard several '-and we partied so hard!' 's and even a '-dude, shes such a slut!' I swear to god if the whole school was this brain dead, I may result in homocide.

Mikey's class was all the way on the other side of the school as mine, so we parted ways and I was left to deal with these dumb fucks alone.

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So apparently my first period class is longer by a good ten minutes because they want us to get 'school ready' or some shit. And of course first period I have my least favorite of all subjects...math. Shoot me.

I was sat in the back of the room, which was really the only good thing so far. Next to me was an eager looking boy with huge hair. Ive seen him in the past years, we just mever really spoke.  At least he wasn't a total ass though. I was in the very last row (thank god) so no one was behind me. In front of me though was a small boy with dirty blonde hair and a cute little hat on. I couldnt see his face, but i think Ive seen him before.

"Hey Way!!"

I was snapped from my thoughts by a small paper ball behind thrown at the side of my face. It was thrown from the hands of Nick Darrian, who, as much as he believes otherwise, is the biggest dick in this school.

Rolling my eyes, I pushed the paper off of my desk, ignoring his next words. That is until another ball hit me again, this time near my eye.

"What? What the fuck do you want?"

I  snapped, I normally didn't,  but he was really getting on my nerves, especially this early in the morning.

A smirk played at his lips as he moved a bit closer, pulling a desk next to my and sitting in it backwards, so I couldnt see his torso.

"Hm...your hair looks darker. Did you dye it? Maybe even get your nails done too?"

I wasn't sure if that was supposed to be an insult or not. Yeah, I had dyed my hair a darker shade over the summer, but I didn't get my nails done. I painted them myself.

"Uh. Okay? Yeah it's darker?? Cool, your observation skills have increased.  Can you leave though? Im seriously not in the mood."

"You're not in the mood?!"

An ugly laugh formed in his throat and escaped past his thin lips.

"But im a guy! Aren't you always in the mood for guys?"

My eyes screwed shut. I was not going to get detention on the first day of school. It'd be better if I just ignored Nick.

"I heard you like it up the ass, Way."

I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to ignore the urge to rip his throat out right now. And to make it even better, the teacher didn't even care.

"Why don't you just st-"

The classroom door slammed open, the knob hitting the wall beside it hard. A short boy walked in. I couldnt exactly see him though with Nick and his friends all crowded around me. But I could hear his sneakers hitting the floor and buckles jangling,  maybe on a jacket.

"And...who are you?"

The teacher asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Im new."

He said in a low but still quite squeaky voice.

Mrs. Gray looked over the attendance sheet and found a name that was missing from the room.

"Iero?"

She asked, annoyance clear in her voice.

"You got it Ma'am. "

I couldnt see him still but I could actually hear him smirking.

"Take a seat by Mr. Way over there- and Mr. Darrian! Get back in your seat and stop harassing the boy."

Oh now she cared.

Nick scoffed and scooted away and now I could actually get a good view of this new boy and damn. His face was just. Wow. His hair fell into his face slightly, dark and messy, like mine. He had on a denim jacket with buttons scattered about it, and some ripped jeans, that...might I add were quite tight, but I wasn't going to let my mind wander that far. He moved over toward me, keeping his eyes on the ground the whole time and took the empty desk beside me. I tried not to look over at him too much after class had actually started, but I'd caught myself staring for a while at some points.

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hello. hi. this is the first fic im actually uploading. ill try to update regularly and stuff. so yes. part 1. hope you enjoyed.