Chloes POV
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Its my first day back since Joe's been dead. The funeral was murder. Baffling on about how amazing Joe was it made me want do die. I've even considered suicide but don't tell Michael. He'd go ballistic.
"Chloe," I hear a familiar voice.
"I'm so sorry," I hear another voice.
Kevin and Bryce.
"Your speech at the funeral was amazing,"
"Mikey," I whimpered, falling into his arms.
"Its ok. Just ignore them," Michael kisses the top of my head.
I clung to Michael's arm as we walked to homeroom, or tutor as we call it in the UK. As soon as I walked in the room, everyone stopped talking. All eyes were on me.
"Guys. Her brother died, shes not some kind of freak show. Keep talking," Michael snapped at everyone.
Perching in the back corner, I brought Michael closer to me.
First lesson. RE.
"Ok class. So today we will be doing about death and funerals. Has anyone just had a recent death?" Mr Marsden asked.
I felt everyones eyes drop on me and I raised my hand.
"Go on Chloe. Who?"
"My brother died last month," I croaked.
"Oh. Well, you don't have to do this subject if you don't want to,"
"Its fine sir," I dropped my eyes to my book so no one would see me cry. I didn't even cry at Joes funeral. I sat there thinking 'i hate Kevin. I hate Bryce. I want Joe. Im kinda hungry too. No, I'm fine. No Im not I want my Joey. Shut up brain'
"Come here C," Cal pulls me against him.
"I hate Bryce and Kevin so much," I smiled sadly.
"Don't we all. But that! That was plain out of order,"
"Wasn't it," I looked at Bryce and gave him the death glare.
"BRYCE HOLLAND AND KEVIN BACKSHAW KILLED MY BROTHER!" I suddenly shouted and then covered my mouth with my hands. Wow.
The whole classroom stared at me.
"Shut up. He killed himself trying to defend you," Bryce smirked.
"You hauled him into the bloody road. You were the one that said, 'that can be arranged'. You were the one that started all the crap. So you can shut up," I shot back at him, the flame of anger growing inside my chest.
"Chloe, don't. He's not worth it. We all know Joe's dead because of him," Cal glared at Bryce.
"Joe's dead," I said, my voice small, "he's dead.".
"Well done. Do you want a medal?" Bryce sarcastically claps.
"No. I just want Joe back," I wail into Cal.
"Hey, C, its ok," Calum tries to calm me down.
"If it wasn't for you, he would be alive. You flung him into the road when the lorry came. You started all of the bullying. You bullied Michael and Joe. You took Lara from Joe. You got Michael angry and then everyone else. YOU KILLED MY BROTHER. HES BEING SCATTERED AROUND GOODISON PARK NEXT WEEK AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!" I begin to scream again.
"Chloe, Chloe. Calm down. Go to the bathroom, cool down a bit. Calum, you can go with her," Mr Marsden says.
I nod and Cal takes me outside.
"I hate everyone," I sigh, falling against him.
"Me too," Cal pouts cuddling me.
Then I notice his Liverpool FC top under his hoody.
"Your a Liverpool supporter?"
"Yeah? God, oh no. Your a manc or Evertonian aren't you?"
"No, Liverpool for life," I smile.
"Good girl. Have to say though, feel sorry for you going to Goodison," Cal strokes my hair.
"Yeah. Me too. But, its for Joey," I shrug.
We walk back to RE and everyone stares at me again.
"What? Never seen anyone cry before?" I snap and they look away.
When the bell finally goes, I sling my My Chemical Romance backpack over my shoulder and walk out, not even daring to glance at anyone.
"That, was freaking hell," I mutter, cuddling Cal.
In the yard, I try my best to see the reverse skunk that is Mikey. He isn't there. Oh well, he could be looking for me.
"Hey!" I hear Heather call.
"Hi, you okay?" I smile.
"I hate school but yeah. How you coping?"
"Its only been two hours and Ive already screamed the place down. I had an argument with Bryce. About who killed Joe. I won," I sigh.
"Oh lord. That must of been fun. Ooo its Ashy. Oi, Ash!" She smiles as Ash gives her a hug.
"Have any of you seen Mikey? I can't find him,"
"He got put in isolation," Luke says, walking up to us.
"Bloody hell. What did he do?" I shake my head.
"Cal told him about the Bryce fiasco and Michael let rip," Luke shrugged.
"So he hit Bryce?"
"And Kevin. Twice, in the jaw,"
"Go Clifford. Ugh, but I want a cudduw fwom him," I do a baby voice and pout.
"We shall cuddle you," Ash laughs, hugging me.
"You'll do," I roll my eyes and hug back.
When school ends Michael appears in the yard. I sprint up to him and leap on his back.
"Chlooeeeee!" He squeals.
"Miikkeeyyyyy!" I squeal back.
He pushes me against the wall and his lips land against mine. My hands clutch his blondie-black hair and his are on my hips, his thumbs rubbing my Nirvana top.
"Don't ever let Bryce say that kind of bullshit again," he brakes away to speak but then presses harder against me. His lips are soft and sweet.
"I wont Mikey, I promise," I smiled. He looks me straight in the eye.
"If he does, then I will kill him,"
"No. No killing. I don't need you in isolation again. I needed a cuddle and Declan bollocked you,"
"Never mind the bollocks," Mikey grins. I shake my head and laugh.
"Here's the Sex Pistols,"
