Another wad of paper hit the back of my head. I didn't even need to think about who threw it. Only one person would. Gerard Way. He's always done things like this to me. Since kindergarten. I know what you're thinking: "Gerard Way!? No! That sweet guys in ALL of my classes? No! He's so nice!" Yeah well, my ass. He's not nice. Maybe he is. To other people. He's hated me since kindergarten. I didn't even do anything to him. Ever sine then: Hell. That's all he caused. He hates me, I hate him. Sounds fair right? And, you'd think he'd grow out of it. Nope. Let me make the long story short:
In kindergarten I was minding my own business, getting ready for naptime. When he takes my pillow and smears cheese and crackers all over it (that was our snack.) I cried for an hour. After that, he knocked down my blocks. Then he laughed and told the class I wore diapers. (Hey, it was a big thing back then!)
In third grade, I was still stuck with him. In every class. Yeah, annoying. It was lunch, and he spilt his milk "accidentally" all over my skirt. So I had to wear some older kid's p.e. shorts. No big. But, during recess, he came up behind me, and pulled my shorts down I cried under the slide for ten minutes, until his troope stalked over and threw sand at me and made fun of my underwear. What sweet 9 year olds they were, eh?
Seventh grade, was almost bliss. Almost. I had science with him. One day, history repeated itself, and Gerard had pulled up my skirt. Normally, it wouldnt't be that bad, but he chose a very special time of the month. Yeah, I was on my period. That was the year I snapped, I turned around, and pounced on him, pulling his hair and punching his face. That was my first and only detention. But he got I.S.S. Bastard.
Now we were in senior year, and he was still playing his retarded games. I've ignored it though. I can't let his ass get in the way of my dreams. What are my dreams, you ask? Simple: Oxford. Actually, it was no longer just a dream, it was a reality. I won a scholarship the school held earlier this year. Just of a few more months of St. Paul's Catholic Academy, and I'm off to England, away from this hellhole.
Another paper wad hit my head. I turned around and glared at the boys. Gerard grinned. Bastard. Big huge fuckin' a bastard. I swear. I turned back around and tried to get the crumbled paper out of my hair. Only to find it wasn't just paper. There was a bit of chewed up gum in it. Fucker. I ignored it, and decided to just leave it there. I'd deal with this shit later. But for now, History homework. I stared down and tried hard to concentrate. Washington was born in the year.. My thoughts were interrupted by yet another wad paper. I brushed it out. Lincoln's main plan when he was elected was to demolish... Another wad of paper. Eisenhower was the general for... I groaned and picked up all the paper wads and threw them back. Then I realized I had just given him back all his amo. Damn. Well, at least the teachers here, right? No one would do anything stupid around a teacher. Just then, the teacher walked out of the room. Perfect. I was concentrated on my work. Rosevelt was married to his own cousin. He was president during the Great Depression, and founded the.. Then they threw all the paper at me at once. Every one hitting me in one place or another. I let out a frustrated groan.
"Hey Meri, you have a bit of paper and gum in your hair." Came that disgusting voice. I turned around a glared daggers at him. "What!? Just letting you know. It might be a little embarassing for you to walk around school with that stuff in your hair."
"And I WONDER who put threw it there!" I screamed back. He looked at me with a feigned hurt expression and looked around the room.
"What kinda bastard would throw stuff at a sweet girl like you?" Gerard said innocently. "Frank! Tell me it isn't so!" He said accusing Frank Iero, another on of my torturers. Frank gasped.
"Me? Oh, of course not!" Frank said over-dramatically. Bastards. Bastards bastards bastards bastards!
The class laughed. I turned around and tried to get back to work. Ok, Meri, think presidents of the United States! God, this stuff is easy, we learned this in eighth-"Ow!" I turned around a there was Gerard, pulling at my hair. I didn't even notice. He grinned at me and ran back to his seat and sat down. My move. I glowered at him still. He was waiting. He started throwing insults and teased me. I still glared. What else could I do? Then he hit a nerve.
"I bet your sister hates you too! Anyone who has to live with you must be insane!" He said grinning. He knew this was nerve. My face reddened with anger. I got up and in a moment I was by his seat. Slap! The look of pure suprise and horror on his face, a red hand mark forming on his cheek. That felt good, but not good enough. I raised my hand for another slap, but just as I was about to hit him, he grabbed my hand. A chill shot up through my spine when his hand touched mine. I glared into his hazel eyes as I struggled to get my hand free.
"Let me go, you scum!" I said desperately trying to free my hand from his.
"Why'd you hit me?" He asked still looking at me.
"What the hell do you mean "why did you hit me"! Why the hell do you think I hit you!?"
"You were really offended?" He looked suprised. How can he be suprised! A person can only take so much ridicule!
"Just let me go! Please!" I pleaded. He still looked at my suprised, then finally let me hand go. My first impulse was to slap him harder than anything ever before, but then I thought better of it, and just walked away. The bell had rung sometime during our little agruement, so half the class was gone. That's ok. On their way out of the class, everyone but Gerard sent a little insult my way, and Frank winked at me. Assholes. Is Gerard just not realizing that all those years, him teasing my was actually bothering me? Retard.
I walked into the library. Time for homework and studying. It was after-school, and I can't really do much work at home. (More about that later) So everyday, while all the hormonal teenagers are out making out, getting in trouble, and having a real good time, I go to the school library and get my work done. I guess you could say I was a goody-goody. I guess I was. I was the type that did what was expected and asked of them. I always abide by the rules, do all my work, take extra classes and does extra curricular activities, and know my place. With that, comes the dilema of no time for fun, and no one who likes you. Except one person did act kindly toward me. The last person you'd expect, too. Mikey Way. Yes, yes, Gerard Way's younger brother. Weird, huh? Well, Mikey's a bit of a nerd too, and so he's always at the library. I don't really talk to him that much, but sometimes he asks me for some help on his homework (I've taken most his classes before) and sometimes he makes jokes. He's never made fun of me. Never. That's the most refreshing thing ever. Everyone in St. Paul's makes fun of me, thanks very much to Mr. Gerard Way. Asshole. Now, you might be wondering, "If you're such a goody-goody, then how come you cuss?" Well, I don't really cuss. Only when I'm mad, and in my mind. Okay, that's a total lie, I cuss alot. But that's all! I swear! I don't do anything else. I've never had alchol, tabacco, or sex! I've never even been to a real party. I've never made out, haven't had my first kiss, gone out on a date, had a sleepover, or gone to any of the dances. Sad, I know. But I get busy. A.K.A. no one ever invites me anywhere. I'm not the type to just show up. Anyways, I sat down at my usual table, and Mikey was already there.
"Hey Meri, could you help me with this equation? I don't get it." He asked still looking down at his paper and chewing on the eraser of his pencil. Ah, algebra. I was good at this. I helped him out, and he finally looked up at me. My hair was messy, since I had to pry out the gum. "Gerard's fault, right?" Mikey said indicating my hair. I nodded and got out my work. "Man, I don't get why he's such an asshole to you, he's really nice. Most of the time. I'll talk to him if you want."
"Does you're brother even know that we talk to each other in a nice manner?" I asked. I knew Gerard didn't; Mikey wouldn't dare tell his brother he was friendly to his arch nemsis. What is this, Superman?
He stayed silent. DIdn't think so. I continued with my work, finishing what I couldn't in history, and everyother class I have with Gerard. Minutes ticked by, and the only noises in the library were the scratching of my pencil on paper, and the occasional turn of a page in a book. Finally, Mikey errupted the silence.
the rest is in the results.
"I'm going to do it!" He stated confidently.
"Oh, that's splendid!" I raised an eyebrow at him. "What are you going to do?" That was my version of a joke. No one ever laughs.
"I mean," he smiled, "talk to Gerard. The way he treats you is unjustified. I'm not really goiing to 'talk', persay. More like give him a taste of his own bitchy medicine."
"No! Don't!" I pleaded. I was not going to let Mikey, and me, into trouble. "I'm fine. Really, he doesn't really bother me that much!" I was lying through my teeth. I hate lying. Hated it
"Well, he's not going to know is us. He's just going to get some of what he gave you back. It's not fair, Meri. You've never done anything to him, and all he does is give you hell. And everyone makes fun of you. It's not cool." He paused. The he added. "And never lie to me again. You're a horrible liar." I ignored the comment and asked him what he was going to do. I really wish I hadn't.
[Well There's No Way I'm Kissing That Guy]{Gerard Way}1
I know, I know, you're all thinking, "This chick barely keeps up with her other 3 quizzes (two on this account, one on another account [UnisDaPonyKix]), but I'm constantly getting ideas. I chose Gerard for two reasons. One, he is the hottest bitch on the face of the Earth, and two, his music is amazing and it has helped me through many tough times (totally cleche i know, but it's true). I hope you enjoy it. Please remember to rate high, and message. (see, I used my manners :])Did you like this story? Make one of your own!
