The New Girl.

An actual friend?

~Wednesday, November 13th, 7:18 am.

Emily's P.O.V.

"wake the fuck up, you lazy sack of shit!" I hear my father scream from down the hall, I open my eyes in panic but realize his words were semi-true, I was going to be late. I jumped out of my bed and ran to my bathroom, quickly brushing through the knots in my hair after that I threw on a Styx hoodie and some dark-blue skinny jeans, that had some rips. Applying some quick mascara and eyeliner I checked the time again, 7:43, shit!

I pulled on my lightning bolt vans and raced out of the house, ignoring my father's insults he spat at me. The sun was warm but that didn't compensate for the bitter November wind whipping around, I again pulled out a smoke and my mind wandered to Frank for some reason.

'He's probably with his friends, he doesn't need you' I sighed, knowing my thoughts were probably correct. As soon as I saw the school on the horizon I contemplated skipping, but I knew to deal with my father was way worse than facing a day at school.

I walked up the stone steps and pushed open the metal door, welcoming the heat that hit me as I made my way to my locker. "Well, you're new" a deep voice commented, causing me to jump. I looked at the culprit and relaxed slightly, he had a soft smile playing at the corners of his pink lips and in contrast to his ever so pale skin, it looked as if he was wearing lipstick.

My eyes travelled up to his pricing blue eyes, which had some greasy black hair falling in front of one. "Uh, ye.. yeah" I managed to stutter out 'could you have been more awkward' I thought to myself, he smirked "can I get a name to a pretty face like yours?" he questioned, leaning up against the set of lockers "it's um, Emily... and yours?" I countered "Andy, Andy Biersack" he stuck out his hand and well obviously I shook it.

"So what class do you have first, Em, is it okay if I call you Em?" Andy asked as he walked beside me "I have math first and yeah, that's okay" I smiled "oh cool we have the same class!" he sounded eager, I chuckled at his reaction and followed him to class.

Walking in this time I saw Frank, obviously, but this time with two other guys who looked intimidating as hell, we took our seats and I decided to study them more, one had silver hair and a stone-cold glare and the other was heavier set with dirty blond hair and a lip piercing, both look like they could kick my ass to next week... then there was Frank with his not-too-long, fluffy-ish black hair and his soft hazel eyes, sure he had a lip ring too but he didn't look nearly as intimidating as the other two.

"Don't get involved with them," Andy whispered and I looked towards him with a confused expression "what do you mean?" my curiosity getting the better of me, Andy sighed and was about to explain before a set of hands were slammed against my desk. I look up to be met with another set of hazel eyes, but this time they were darker, angrier... borderline hateful.

"Are you and the newbie talking shit over here, Biersack?" he spat, a hint of disgust crossing his eyes as he said Andy's last name "n..no I was just-" "really? because it sounded a lot like shit-talking" he nodded at Andy before turning to me, I gulped "you gonna tell me sugar? or am I gonna have to beat it out of you" he threatened darkly "leave her alone Gerard." Andy defended, so that's his name.

Gerard smirked "I wasn't talking to you, bean-pole, I was talking to the dozy cow who can't speak apparently" he laughed at his, poor excuse, of a joke. He stood there a few seconds longer, arms crossed and looking at me expectantly. "Alright class" the teacher entered and Gerard huffed "see you after class, then, looking forward to it" he smirked before walking back to his desk, where Frank and blondie sat. "I'll keep you safe" Andy whispered, although I highly doubt it.

Surprise surprise, my assumption was correct.

The bell rang for lunch and I made my way to my locker because that's where Andy said he would meet me. I really should have just went to his classroom though because Gerard stuck to his promise.

The moment I got to my locker I was thrown away from it and down to the ground "I never did get your name did I?" I look up from my spot on the ground to see, Gerard, along with Frank, the blond one from math class and two others I didn't know... but had a bad feeling I'd become acquainted sooner than I hoped. 'Why isn't Frank stopping this' I thought to myself but the answer is simple... he doesn't care.

I was lifted by the collar of my sweater and pinned against the wall "so what were you and ballsack talking about?" I hear his friends snicker at the insulting name "why do you care" I struggled to get free "I don't really, but see it's not nice to talk behind someone's back, now is it? Emily. See I don't need you to tell me, I have my ways" my eyes widened as his one hand moved from pinning me to choking me, not in an enjoyable way either.

"W-ell ca-nt real-ly talk while you ch-ch-oke me, c-ca-can I?" I wheezed out, he snarled and removed his hand "all I was told, was to stay away from you guys. N after this fiasco. It won't be a problem" I shoved him off of me "Hey, you don't shove my brother like that!" a slightly skinnier, more attractive version of Gerard, shouted before punching me. I held on to the wall for balance. 

Gerard smirked before walking closer again "if anything, it's Andy you need to watch out for, but on a real note, you can try and stay away all you want, doesn't mean we'll stay away" he smirked and I felt physically sick, he then shoved me and I was attacked with kicks and blows from every direction.

"Hey, Get the fuck off her!" A voice booms, Andy's voice booms. The kicks halt and they move away while starting to laugh "oh emo boy coming to teach us a lesson" a voice I didn't recognize, mocks, "are you okay, Em?" Andy questions, crouching down beside me. The noise had quieted so I decided to look up from my arms, it was just Andy and me. I nodded and sat up, giving a small cry "do you want to ditch the rest of the day?" he offered, to which I smiled "yea, I'd like that"

We made out way out to his car and then he turned to me "your place or mine" my heart rate increased "uh, yours if that's uh okay" I mumbled "Yeah, that's fine"

I should have said no, though. We passed out watching batman and now I was late and I was petrified.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!" my dad's voice echoed through the house as soon as he heard the door close "I'm sorry, I went to a friends house and-" he slapped me across my cheek "HA you don't have any friends, you were probably out getting fucked cause that's all your good for, just like your useless mother was."

Tears burned my eyes, but I never let them fall, I couldn't. Showing emotions was showing weakness. So I dealt with it the only way I knew how...

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