Gerard Way Imagines (Fluff Only)

Bully

Boy reader. (No one requested a male reader but I wanted to do a male reader so here ya go boys)

Warning:bullying, homophobic slurs, asualt.

Your POV

I walked down the long hallway to my next class shock was science which sucks. One of my bullies is in that class and he does everything he can to hurt or embarras me. Its weird he doesn't do that to anyone else just me.
He hates me and I hate him. Thats how it always was and always will be like that.

As I walked down the long empty hallway I ran my long fingers against the wall out of bordom. I was already late to class so I wasn't in a hury to get there.

Once I got to were the art room was I stopped and looked at all the pictures on the walls for the other students to see. As I scanded the artwork and red the names of the people that made those master pieces I seen one that said 'Gerard Way.' Once I looked at that name of a person thats horrible to me I looked at his art it was amazing every line looked stunning.

His was the last of the artwork on the wall so I kept walking. I wasn't even going to class anymore I was just romeing the halls. What's the point of going anyway? I don't plan on being a scientist and someone is that class hates me.

I start walking up the stars to the roof were I sometimes like to site and read or catch up on work that I didnt get enough time to do. Its vary peacful.

I pulled out my phone and ear buds. I plugged in my ear buds then put them in my ears and pushed play on my music. I took out the book I was reading its definitely one of my favorites.
Its called "how to disappear completely and never be found" by Sara nickerson (I'm currently reading that book🙂)

I heard the bell ring through the music that was blasting through my ears. Its time to go home finally.
I sighed. I put all my stuff into my book bag that I brout everywhere and headed down the stairs.

I didnt want to wait for everyone to get out of the halls so I just went to the washroom. I did my business then washed my hands. While I was drying my hands I got pushed to the ground by my bully: Gerard Way.

I grunted and tried to get up but he stomped on my chest and keeping his foot there pining me to the ground.
He took his foot off my chest then stomped on my stomach really hard.

I yelped in pain and rolled over grabbing my hurting tummy. I looked up at him with my glossy eyes about to cry. He stared duscustidly down at me.
"Faggot" he spat then stomped out of the washroom. (Can someone please tell me if all of the lgbtq people can say faggot or if the gays only can)

I slowly pealed myself off of the floor that surpriseingly wasn't covered in my blood like it usually would. I now your probably asking why I don't tell anyone. Well... My parents have met Gerard and he was the nicest boy ever then. My mom invited his mom and dad over and he came to. He acted like my best friend but he really wasnt. When we were alone he'd call me a lot of nasty words.

That day he even hugged me and kissed my head when he left. I never wanted to admit that I actually enjoyed when he did hug me and kiss my head and ever since then I've like liked him and I hate myself for that fact.

He's just so perfect.
His perfect little teeth.
His perfect hazel eyes.
His adorable chubby, round face.
His long skinny fingers.
His adorable little lips that I want to kiss so badly.
His long, soft black hair.
His adorable little noes that scrunches up when he's angry.
His cuddlable body.
He literally has the body of a god.

Oh er sorry I'm rambling. But I hate myself for liking my bully even if my bully is super duper adorable.
About what I was saying erlier my mom won't believe me neither will the school they always say how Gerard is "such a nice boy" "he would never hurt anyone"