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FicWad seems to hate me for some reason. Hoping you can see my stuff when I post it, because I don't know if it shows; I had to re-upload chapter three because it didn't work. Oh well. Here's the follow-up.

Chapter seven

As I watched him leave, I felt a familiar feeling swarm through me.

-Oh hell, I grunted.

I ran out of the classroom, my hands covering my mouth. I heard Mikey call my name and, seeing as I didn’t answer, run after me. I didn’t care. I went straight for the bathroom and puked -what felt like- my guts out. Ugh, why did he have to bang on the door so loud?

-Lia? Are you okay?

I coughed an answer:

-Do I sound okay to you?

-Touché.

I gargled and spat a few more minutes before it was over. For Christ’s sake, why was I even sick? That was so sudden and... Unexpected. I didn’t normally get sick out of nowhere, for no particular reason. I shrugged it off and got out of the bathroom after rinsing my face and trying to wash the taste out. HE was still there, sitting on the floor. He got up hurriedly as soon as he saw me and proceeded to push my bangs out of my face to feel my forehead:

-What’s wrong? Are you okay? Do you still feel ill? Want to see a doctor? I can take you if you’d like, but I can also contact someone el-

-Get off, I’m fine! I just needed air, I groaned, swapping his hand aside.

-But why...

-Look, I don’t know! I might’ve eaten something spoiled, I don’t know! I don’t care either! I’m fine now! I snapped.

-Whoa, chill, I was just asking!

I sighed. I could feel his disappointed stare. God, he was so annoying! How was I supposed to know why I was sick? Jeez, what was his problem?

-Thanks, but I’m fine, I grumbled.

He shrugged and sighed:

-Guess that’s what you meant by “work for it,” huh?

I grinned weakly. That was exactly what I had meant. Plus, my mood was getting crappier everyday for some reason. I didn’t know nor understand why, but that was not my problem. He’d have to deal with it. That was a good test anyways. That thought was still racing through my mind when I heard a voice:

-Yo Mikey, what the hell’re you doing?

I was about to grunt “who the fuck is that” when I heard him mutter:

-Aw, fuck.

-Mom’s having a panic attack back home ‘cause you’re not there yet and it’s a quarter past 7!

“Mom?” Wait. That meant this was... his brother? They looked nothing alike! He looked like way too much of a jerk and a total mess-up for them to be related. Jet black, shoulder-length, dirty hair. Old, beat-up clothes. A stench of alcohol. I was examining him to try and find a resemblance; that’s when he spotted me. His face instantly lit up and he shot a look at his younger brother:

-Oh so that’s the girl you fu-

-Shut up Gerard, groaned Mikey, giving him a little slap.

Hm. So that was his name. Gerard. I was still observing him when he looked down on me and grinned.

-Good job little bro, I never knew she were that pretty.

That’s when I remembered HE was the one who had started all my troubles. HE was the one who pushed Mikey to do what he did to me. HE had hurt me. I couldn’t help myself. I snapped.

-You are a fucking monster of a human being! You selfish, dick-sucking moron! Why the fuck you push people around you to fucking hurt each other for your own benefit?! You’ve got no heart, no soul, and I wish you’d fucking rot in hell! I screamed while getting up and starting to beat the shit out of him.

I was basically just flailing and trying to hit him. I could see Gerard trying to protect himself with his arms and Mikey just looking at us in awe. And then my fist connected with his nose. I heard a sharp “crack” as blood gushed out of Gerard’s nose and pain rushed to my hand.

-Ow, fucker!

Gerard jerked forward and tried to stop the bleeding with his hand. I thought he was in pain and was about to apologize when I heard him chuckling.

-Ugh! I grunted before shoving him aside.

-She’s got quite the temper, Mikey, I don’t know how you’ll be able to put up with her, he chuckled some more.

-Oh, for Christ’s sake Gerard, just drop it! sighed his younger brother.

I started walking away and leaving the school when I heard the familiar pace of Mikey trying to catch up with me.

-Lia! Are you o-

-Fuck off. Not in the goddamn mood, I groaned. Your brother is an idiot. Now leave me alone before I break your nose too!

I picked up my pace and waited. I heard nothing. Great. That meant he had finally dropped it and had stopped following me. I didn’t want to hurt him, but if he didn’t leave me alone, I’d have to. I wanted to think. I wanted to vent.

I wanted to fucking kill his brother.