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Punches hurt like a bitch!
3 ReviewsPunches, pissed Gerards and more punches!
Heyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!
Yes its short but ive got an idea for the next one so itll be up late tonight or early tommorrow!
I feeling like a very proud killjoy of thr mcramy cuz i watched this video on youtube ("Gerard Way fuck the daily mail!") and it made you wanna shout out 'fuck yeah bitches!' yeah ..., so i really recomend it !!!!!
Anyway hope you likey XD
Franks p.o.v.
Walking to school, hand on hand with Gerard, and being pissed at Mikey who is texting like there's no tomorrow!
"Hey Mikey, who ya texting?" I ask as we pass an elderly couple that give me and Gerard 'the look'.
"He wouldn't say." Gerard mumbles, giving the elderly a pleasant smile, just to piss them off.
"Well it's none of your business." He says before giggling and texting back.
I groan as the big, grey school building comes into view.
~
I'm in the class before lunch, mindlessly doodling on my blue math jotter. Ray wasn't here today so I had to sit on my own, which I didn't mind that much actully. I hear comments being passed around about me and Gerard holding hands. But I know that I'm not going to be beat up as long as I stick with Gerard. He was everything I need.
The bell rang and I shove my books into my bag, heading for the door. Normally Gerard would be waiting for me outside the door, but he wasn't there. No big deal, he's probably just waiting in the canteen. I make a quick stop at my locker, getting rid of my math jotter. Just as I shut my locker I feel strong hands shove me into it. Gasping I turn around to see the school's asshole himself, Matt. I sigh loudly,
"What the fuck do you want?!" Just wanting him to punch me and leave to I can go see Gerard.
"Got an attitude there, faggot!" He growled, punching my stomach. I fold over, clutching my stomach. He's stronger than he looks. "Whats wrong faggot?!" Punching me again, "Hurt?" I squeeze my eyes shut, praying he'd just leave already.
"Fuck off." I manage to choke out. He punched me again, this time on my face. Fuck that's gonna bruise. He laughed at my sorry state before walking off.
I stager into the closest boys toilets, moaning as I see my reflection. My cheek had a cut and a massive bruise already forming. I lift up my shirt gazing at my stomach, I'm gonna have to find that bandage again. Sighing I put my shirt down and look at my face again, Gerard's not gonna be happy.
The door swung open, making me jump. It revealed a small boy, about my height, he had dark brown hair with a fringe that swept over one eye. His brown eyes lined with black eyeliner. His name was Pete Wentz i think, he was in my French and English class.
"Are you okay?" (A/N so wanna say 'I'm not o-fucking-kay!') He asked, frowning at me.
"I'll be fine." I say in a raspy voice.
"Dude you don't look it." He said walking over to me.
"Seriously i'll be fine." I reply, turning to pick up my bag, hissing as a sharp pain spiked my stomach. Pete rushed over, leaning me back against the sinks. He picked up my bag, sitting it next to me.
"You need any help with anything else?" He asked. I remember seeing him being beat up by Matt before, but knowing I couldn't do anything. People who stop him beating somebody get it worse than the person he's beating.
"Uh no, it's okay. I was just about to call somebody." I say, smiling.
"Okay, cool." He mumbled back, turning to leave.
"Uh, thanks." I say, he turns and smiles,
"Anytime." And then he was gone.
My phone suddenly started playing Black Flag, wincing I reach into my pocket, pressing accept I hold it up to my ear.
"Hey Frankie! Where are you?!" I heard Gerard say, I pinch of worry in his voice.
"I was just going to the canteen." I say as I leave the bathrooms.
"Okay, well we're at the far end table, I'll see you soon!" I put my phone back into my pocket. I would smile but I knew it would hurt like fuck cause of the punch to my cheek. I walked along the corridor slowly, careful not to hurt my stomach more than I had to.
I enter the canteen, seeing the Gerard and Mikey sitting at the table by the door at the back. I make my way through the tables, people not taking any notice to me. Gerard has his back to me, so Mikey see's me first, eyes wide, mouth open. Gerard tilts his head before turning to me.
By the time I reach them, Mikey's face is full worry, but Gerard's is anger and sorrow.
"What happened?" He says standing up. His voice dripping of anger. I swallow,
"Nothing. It's fine." I mumble, not looking him in the eye. I don't want to feel like the helpless one. He takes my arm, gently leading me out of the door next to the table. Once outside, he turns to me,
"What happened?" He says again, this time his voice had no anger, just caring.
"Uh yeah..." I mumble, still not looking in his eyes. His thumb touched the cut/bruise on my face, making me wince slightly.
"What else hurts?" He asked quietly in the shade of the tall building. Sighing, I look up, seeing the worry in his beautiful hazel eyes.
"He punched me in the stomach three times, so I'm pretty sure something's gonna hurt there." I say finally, my voice still a bit raspy.
"Come on, I'm taking you home." He says, looking at me.
We had to walk slowly because of my stomach, Gerard had offered to carry me, but I declined. Just as we were about to leave the school grounds I hear a shout coming from behind,
"Nice face faggot!" We turn to see Matt and a group of his 'friends', laughing at us. I say friends but I mean people who are to afraid of being beaten up that they pretend to be his friend. I shake my head and turn back around, shocked slightly when I don't see Gerard. I turn back to Matt and his 'friends' just on time to see Gerard punch Matt's face, his 'friends' backing away. Gerard turns back to me, smirking. I smile back, ignoring the pain in my cheek.
"Come on." He smiles, taking my hand.
Matt's p.o.v.
I stare into the bathroom mirror at my now bruised nose. That stupid faggot and his boyfriends gonna pay.
Tadah! R&R to get a chance to punch Matt! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!
Luv u guyz ;D
Yes its short but ive got an idea for the next one so itll be up late tonight or early tommorrow!
I feeling like a very proud killjoy of thr mcramy cuz i watched this video on youtube ("Gerard Way fuck the daily mail!") and it made you wanna shout out 'fuck yeah bitches!' yeah ..., so i really recomend it !!!!!
Anyway hope you likey XD
Franks p.o.v.
Walking to school, hand on hand with Gerard, and being pissed at Mikey who is texting like there's no tomorrow!
"Hey Mikey, who ya texting?" I ask as we pass an elderly couple that give me and Gerard 'the look'.
"He wouldn't say." Gerard mumbles, giving the elderly a pleasant smile, just to piss them off.
"Well it's none of your business." He says before giggling and texting back.
I groan as the big, grey school building comes into view.
~
I'm in the class before lunch, mindlessly doodling on my blue math jotter. Ray wasn't here today so I had to sit on my own, which I didn't mind that much actully. I hear comments being passed around about me and Gerard holding hands. But I know that I'm not going to be beat up as long as I stick with Gerard. He was everything I need.
The bell rang and I shove my books into my bag, heading for the door. Normally Gerard would be waiting for me outside the door, but he wasn't there. No big deal, he's probably just waiting in the canteen. I make a quick stop at my locker, getting rid of my math jotter. Just as I shut my locker I feel strong hands shove me into it. Gasping I turn around to see the school's asshole himself, Matt. I sigh loudly,
"What the fuck do you want?!" Just wanting him to punch me and leave to I can go see Gerard.
"Got an attitude there, faggot!" He growled, punching my stomach. I fold over, clutching my stomach. He's stronger than he looks. "Whats wrong faggot?!" Punching me again, "Hurt?" I squeeze my eyes shut, praying he'd just leave already.
"Fuck off." I manage to choke out. He punched me again, this time on my face. Fuck that's gonna bruise. He laughed at my sorry state before walking off.
I stager into the closest boys toilets, moaning as I see my reflection. My cheek had a cut and a massive bruise already forming. I lift up my shirt gazing at my stomach, I'm gonna have to find that bandage again. Sighing I put my shirt down and look at my face again, Gerard's not gonna be happy.
The door swung open, making me jump. It revealed a small boy, about my height, he had dark brown hair with a fringe that swept over one eye. His brown eyes lined with black eyeliner. His name was Pete Wentz i think, he was in my French and English class.
"Are you okay?" (A/N so wanna say 'I'm not o-fucking-kay!') He asked, frowning at me.
"I'll be fine." I say in a raspy voice.
"Dude you don't look it." He said walking over to me.
"Seriously i'll be fine." I reply, turning to pick up my bag, hissing as a sharp pain spiked my stomach. Pete rushed over, leaning me back against the sinks. He picked up my bag, sitting it next to me.
"You need any help with anything else?" He asked. I remember seeing him being beat up by Matt before, but knowing I couldn't do anything. People who stop him beating somebody get it worse than the person he's beating.
"Uh no, it's okay. I was just about to call somebody." I say, smiling.
"Okay, cool." He mumbled back, turning to leave.
"Uh, thanks." I say, he turns and smiles,
"Anytime." And then he was gone.
My phone suddenly started playing Black Flag, wincing I reach into my pocket, pressing accept I hold it up to my ear.
"Hey Frankie! Where are you?!" I heard Gerard say, I pinch of worry in his voice.
"I was just going to the canteen." I say as I leave the bathrooms.
"Okay, well we're at the far end table, I'll see you soon!" I put my phone back into my pocket. I would smile but I knew it would hurt like fuck cause of the punch to my cheek. I walked along the corridor slowly, careful not to hurt my stomach more than I had to.
I enter the canteen, seeing the Gerard and Mikey sitting at the table by the door at the back. I make my way through the tables, people not taking any notice to me. Gerard has his back to me, so Mikey see's me first, eyes wide, mouth open. Gerard tilts his head before turning to me.
By the time I reach them, Mikey's face is full worry, but Gerard's is anger and sorrow.
"What happened?" He says standing up. His voice dripping of anger. I swallow,
"Nothing. It's fine." I mumble, not looking him in the eye. I don't want to feel like the helpless one. He takes my arm, gently leading me out of the door next to the table. Once outside, he turns to me,
"What happened?" He says again, this time his voice had no anger, just caring.
"Uh yeah..." I mumble, still not looking in his eyes. His thumb touched the cut/bruise on my face, making me wince slightly.
"What else hurts?" He asked quietly in the shade of the tall building. Sighing, I look up, seeing the worry in his beautiful hazel eyes.
"He punched me in the stomach three times, so I'm pretty sure something's gonna hurt there." I say finally, my voice still a bit raspy.
"Come on, I'm taking you home." He says, looking at me.
We had to walk slowly because of my stomach, Gerard had offered to carry me, but I declined. Just as we were about to leave the school grounds I hear a shout coming from behind,
"Nice face faggot!" We turn to see Matt and a group of his 'friends', laughing at us. I say friends but I mean people who are to afraid of being beaten up that they pretend to be his friend. I shake my head and turn back around, shocked slightly when I don't see Gerard. I turn back to Matt and his 'friends' just on time to see Gerard punch Matt's face, his 'friends' backing away. Gerard turns back to me, smirking. I smile back, ignoring the pain in my cheek.
"Come on." He smiles, taking my hand.
Matt's p.o.v.
I stare into the bathroom mirror at my now bruised nose. That stupid faggot and his boyfriends gonna pay.
Tadah! R&R to get a chance to punch Matt! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!
Luv u guyz ;D
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