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It started with a desire to love...

...and it ended with a need to live.


-Fye Belmont

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"Who the fuck is she?" I'd hear, all around me. Again, the school year started. People would look at me in strange ways, point, laugh... And then they'd be scared out of their skins whenever they'd see me. But that would take...
A month, maybe. Three months, tops.
It's what happened in all the other school, this one wouldn't be any different. At least, that's what I thought, as I walked down the halls towards the Principal's office.

"Ah, miss Belmont." The old man beckoned, gesturing at the seat in front of me. I just quirked a brow and stuffed my hands in my pockets.
"...Yes, well, it seems you have a problem with our dress code?"

In fact, had I been blunt and rude, I would've said Yes, it freakin' sucks. But I have morals. Even if it doesn't show.
Why did he ask? Because, as opposed to the all navy-and-white uniform, I was wearing a forest green jacket over a white shirt and tie OVER a forest green tank top, and jeans. As opposed to the white blouse, little bow and navy skirt. IKGH. Made me wanna puke.

"Not at all." I said simply, my medium-length, straight blood red hair hanging loosely. "The rules don't state that I can't modify the uniform to fit my standards, and it's not stated anywhere that the skirt of pants are mandatory." I said, my words slightly slurred as I'd gotten a fist to the jaw a few days prior. "I just bleached, dyed and revamped the jacket."

The principal seemed aghast, to say the least. I smirked inwardly at this little victory. They couldn't do anything to me! I knew my rights, and studied the rules. Nothing I did would ever be against the rules. Because I'd go through the loopholes in them.

"...Seeing as the dress code was the only thing you called me here for, I should be going back to class." I said curtly, exiting the office, closing the door behind me. Damn, this would be fun.

~~~*~

At lunch, I sat on the concrete steps in front of the school. I didn't eat; I wasn't hungry. Strangely enough, I was hungry, only during classes. 'Want what you can't get', I guess. And I was relatively comfortable until the jackass jocks came rolling by. The football team's captain, Greg(or something like that) came up to me, sitting way too close for comfort.

"So, doll, waddoya say abou-"
"Fuck off, jackass." I sighed, toying around with the cigarette between my lips. "We both know you're just going to annoy the living shit out of me just because you have nothing better to do with your life."
"Why you little-"
"Bitch? Wow. I NEVER heard that one before." I laughed gingerly, looking pass the jock, to stare at his friends. "Is he always this stupid or is it natural?"

Her girlfriend(from the looks of it) gasped and just came rushing to me. I stood up slowly, exhaling a cloud of smoke in her face. Ooooh, she seemed pissed. Not nearly as much as I was, but I, for one, hid it well.

"Who do you think you are, just walking in here like this and treating everyone like they're inferior to you?!" She shrieked, making my ears sting. Just a bit.

"...Look girly, I'm just treating you like you treat others. Not my problem you're complete bullies." I shrugged, narrowly avoiding her slapping hand.

I heard a sharp gasp behind me, and a few snickers. I took it as an encouragement. Well, looks like people would have to be scared of me a few months in advance! Good for me.
I roughly grasped the girl's arm, pulled it down, so her face could meet my knee. VIOLENTLY and painfully. And you know what the best part is? I'd made her back up by standing... So, technically, we weren't even on the school grounds anymore.
I bent down, smirking, whispering to the girl's ear.

"That's approximately what you do to people every day. And the principal can't do anything about this, because we're not even on school grounds. Tata." I said cheerfully, spitting out my cigarette before walking up the steps.

One guy in particular stood up and started clapping. He was weird, with his 'fro and all that, but he looked pretty nice. It was him that pointed behind me, at the jock that was planning on clobbering me.
I sighed, again, stepping aside to avoid his descending fist, roughly pushing two fingers at the base of his neck, cutting off his breath.

"Damn jocks. They think they're all that." I shrugged, stuffing my hands in my pocket again, walking towards the doors. And I would've gone inside if some dude hadn't put his hand on my shoulder. I nearly punched his face out, too.

"Woah! Heyyyy, I just wanna say thanks." He spoke up, almost surprising me with his, er... Small height.

"...For WHAT?" I asked, quirking a brow.

"For showing those jerks that someone can beat their asses." He laughed, and three other guys walked up behind him. Daaaaaaang, I hoped wouldn't have to beat them ALL...
"Name's Frank, by the way." He said, extending his hand. I slowly reached out, shaking it vigorously.

"Belmont. Fye Belmont." I said hesitantly, looking behind(and up from) Frank.

"Oh, right, uh... Mikey, Ray, Bob, and..." He stopped short, looking around, while I still remained there, quirking a brow, as the three sighed and waved at me.
"Gee, what the fuck are you doing?" Frank called out, apparently to that black-haired emo kid sitting on the bench.

"Drawing..!" He replied after a while, and it took me a few seconds before realising Frank(strong guy, for his small-ness) was pulling me forwards.

"D'you see that? That jock totally bit the dust..!" He praised, as I sighed(again) and looked around.

Gee(or whatever his name was) looked up from the sketchpad he was drawing in, to look up at me. I chanced a glance downwards, only with have some weird set of green-brownish eyes shoot holes through me.

"...Gerard." He said simply, not taking his eyes off me. Weiiiird.
"...Fye." I replied, simply nodding, as he nodded back.
"Nice to have someone who can kick ass around here." He said suddenly, just as I was about to walk off. When I turned around, he'd gone back to drawing whatever.
"...It's only self de... Heeey... What's that...?" I questioned, going behind the bench(and Gerard), staring at the drawing over his shoulder.
It was a woman(probably naked, from what I could see) in some kind of an operation table, her pale face and white sheets stained by blood.

"It's freakin' nice." I commented, jumping over the bench and sitting beside Gerard.
"...Thanks... You draw?" He asked, still busy drawing.
"In my spare time." I shrugged, crossing my arms and looking up at Frank.
Or where he should've been.

He'd already gone back with Ray, Mikey and Bob. And what ticked me off even more was the fact that they seemed to be snickering and laughing. And ME. Because, after all, their laughter WAS renewed when one of them pointed at me. And that's when Mikey(he sure seemed young) stopped talking and nudged the other guys.
'Oh shit.' one of them said, as I got up.

"Don't care about them. They're laughing at me, not you." Gerard said vaguely, sighing and closing his sketch pad.

"...WHAT?"
"We're outcasts. Having someone like you on our side is something weird. And seeing me talking to a girl is like a sign of the apocalypse." he explained simply, picking up the black backpack I hadn't seen before. It had three white letters scribbled on the front: MCR. Weird.

"Nice to know I'm a sign of the end of the world." I said in fake enthusiasm, pointing at the white letters. "MCR?"

"My Chemical Romance." He said shortly, getting up. "It's our band." He said, pointing at the other four guys.

"...You have a band?"
"...No, we have a farm and make the animals sing and play guitar."
"Sarcasm. I like it." I smirked, following Gerard.

...The guys, MCR, were probably the first friends I had in my life. Gerard, Frank and I found out we had classes together. I became addicted to Mikey, seeing as he always seemed so... I dunno, so deep about things.
Bob and Ray always made me laugh with their ninja/rapper moves.
...And you know what? I was even invited as a guest to hear them practice tonight...