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Gerard’s pov.

I had walked Mikey to his class and he walked in still laughing, earning him some odd looks from people who otherwise had their heads stuck in books.

I walked down the corridors smiling to myself at the thought of Mikey telling Bert that he had recorded a program about catching a unicorn… it was just funny…

I didn’t particularly feel like maths… I mean seriously… at what point in my life would I need to figure out the length of a side of a triangle when you had two measurements and an angle? Well… unless you wanted to be a lumber jack and cut down all the trees… but that wasn’t exactly my life plan!!!

So I ditched. It wasn’t just the whole ‘doing the math’ that was the reason though, everyone here knew about my ‘problem’ as Paula called it… Scott (the one who pinches mikey’s stuff) told the sports team and then they hid my clothes and took my pills out of my bag, teasing me and holding them just out of my reach. I couldn’t be bothered with the stares and name calling and hand gestures.

My first though was the park… but that’s where all the chavs go so I would be made fun of anyway… so just went for a walk, round the streets and being sure to turn the other way if I saw any groups of scary looking people.

I still had my cigarettes on me so I pulled one out and sat on the pavement in a rather trampish style and lit one letting the ash get as long as possible before it fell off hitting the floor.

I sat there for about half an hour before my peace was interrupted by a fast beat being drummed out on the fence, disrupting the silence, but it wasn’t an annoying sound… if anything… it was quite good!

It was a boy who looked about my age, he had blonde hair and had his lip pierced. He looked quite muscly… but not the your-an-emo-freak-so-im-going-to-show-off-and-beat-the-living-daylights-out-of-you-because-i-want-all-my-friends-to-think-im-the-best sort of muscly... just a comforting muscly.

I sighed and looked down, expecting him to just walk on by, but he didn’t.

He sat down next to me and pulled out a box of cigarettes, the same make as me and said “hey, I’m Bob… got a light? Got mine confiscated…”

I smiled and reached over to my bag, pulling out my green lighter and passing it to him.

“Cheers… seriously… I go into class for the first time in a week and what goes and happens?! I t falls out my jean pocket, right as the flippin’ teacher walks past! I get sent to the behaviour unit! I was like… oh dear!” he said quickly… man it was actually really hard hearing what he was saying.

“Ha-ha, names Gerard… yeah dude… that sucks! So then… what you in?” I asked chuckling.

“Yup! I’m in… erm... year nine! Yeah year nine!” he said, sounding unsure at first… which again made me laugh!

“omgee! Sames! Haha! What school?” i asked as he took a long drag of his freshly lit cigarette.
“belvile high…you?” he said ficking a small stone off the curb.

“erm… the catholic school… just down the road… it. Sucks. Big time.”

“yeh? I bet the catholic school isn’t as bad as it is at belliville…”

“well if we had shook on it im quite sure you would have lost money. Cant go into school without being called a name… and you wouldn’t be allowed your piercing…” I said poking my tongue out at him.

“no” he said putting his hand over his lip piercing protectively. “well… every day… if your small enough which you certainly are… you get shoved in the lockers, tripped up in class, oh… and bikkinis are banned in the summer.” He said laughing,

“what! They wont let me wear my bikini! NO!” I said jokily, making Bob completely break down in hysterics.

“yup! Gutted much!? He said still laughing.

“yeah! Dayumn!” I replied smiling.

“hey you’re a cool guy Gerard…” he said.

“nah. Im not cool. Being cool is overrated. Never wanna be cool, never gonna be cool. Gave up trying!” I said smiling still!

“fair ‘nough! Any ways… im meeting up with a friend later… you wanna come along?” he said

“yeah! That would be awesome! So… do I know them?” I said running my hand through my hair.

“dunno do you?” he said yawning.

“dude… your supposed to tell me who it is.” I said poking him.

“oh right… Ray? Ray Toro? Epic at gutair? Crazy afro?” he said “no?”

“nah, never heard of him. My brother plays gitaur… bass… hes really good! Do you play?” I asked him as he pulled out his phone and began texting.

“yup! I play drums!you?” he said smiling.
“nah… my gran teaches me how to sing though…” I trailed off quietly.
“cool! Oh… Ray just told me that hes bringing one of his friends along too… wonder if im finally meeting his boyfriend?” he said looking up.

“is Ray gay then?” I said.

“why you homophobic?” he said standing up quickly.

“no! I am very open minded with things like that! So long as you are in love it shouldn’t matter who you love! I was simply asking!” I said defensively.

“good.” He said sitting back down.”but no. I think ray is in denial!”

“oh… so then, shall we get going?” I asked and when he nodded we both stood up and walked down the street chatting compainobly.