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Gerard and I walked side by side to school. His arm around me, as always.

"So, angel face," He began, somewhat awkwardly, "Uhm..." What's he up to?

"Yeah...?"

"What's your favorite color?" I was somewhat surprised by the question, then looked to him curiously.

"Black...?" He pulled his arm away from me and wrote that down on a pad of paper.

"Okay, what's your favorite band?"

"Nirvana..."

"Any others?"

"Smashing Pumpkins... Weezer..."

"Smashing... Pumpkins...Wee...zer..." He said, scribbling that down, "Okay, what's-"

"Gerard, why are you asking me these?"

"Can't tell you. What's your favorite movie?"

"Kill Bill, is this for my Christmas present?"

"Can't tell you. What's your favorite animal?"

"Dog..." I leaned over to see what was on the page, but he pulled away.

"Angel face, if you look the surprise will be ruined!" I sighed, "I think I got everything... oh! Do you happen to know the dimensions of your bedroom walls? Like, how big are they?" I sent him a look.

"Wh-"

"Hey look it's Frank!" He shoved the pad away and dragged me towards him.

"Hey look it's Gerard!" Frank copied his friend's tone, "Wassup?"

"Nothin' much," He said as we walked inside and joined Ray, "Where's Mikey?"

"I dunno, he went into the bathroom earlier, but that was awhile ago."

"Oh, Gerard..." Brendon stood there with his gang of boys, "Lookin' for something?" Mikey stood, bloody and bruised. He was barely able to stand.

"Oh my god..." I held a hand to my mouth, completely shocked. Gerard left my side, angrily.

"Mikey, go on..." Gerard growled, Mikey did as told. We just stood and watched, "You think it's funny to mess with my brother!? You think it makes you look tough!?" He snarled.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have messed with my girl."

"Your girl!?" I cried, stepping forward, "Brendon, we broke up. Get over it. I already told you."

"You two broke up?" One of the guys asked on Brendon's side.

"I don't care! You belong with me! C'mon, baby, y'know you do..." In an instant, Brendon's body fell to the ground. Looking over, I realized Gerard had socked him, hard. I smiled.

"Stay the fuck away from my girl! And stay away from my brother, too. Unless of course, you wanna get hit again?" Brendon shook his head, then cowardly ran off.

"Aww, I like it when you get all tough for me." I said, holding onto Gerard's arm. He sent a smirk my way, then kissed my head.

"Anything for you, miss angel face." We walked back over towards the other boys. Mikey sat, weak with injuries all over his body.

"Mikey, are you alright?" I asked.

"I... I think so..."

"Can you stand?" Gerard asked. He tried, but fell. It was painful to watch, so I helped him back up, "What happened?"

"I walked into the bathroom, did my business. On my way out, they were standing in the doorway. I began walking past, but they blocked the door. They jumped me and just, they just kept hitting me."

"Frank, can you drive him home?" Gerard asked, "My mom should be home. She can help him out." Frank nodded and took the wounded soldier out to his car, just as the five minute bell rang.

"Brendon's got a lot a fuckin' nerve messing with Mikey like that. I mean, messing with you is one thing, but both of ya!? I can kick his ass!" He said, putting an arm around me as we walked to first period.

"Yeah, I dunno why I ever went out with that guy! He's such a jackass!"

"Oh I know. If he ever lays a finger on you, I'll kick his ass!"

"Please, if anything I'll be the one kicking your ass!" We turned around to see Brendon standing in the doorway.

"Get outta my fuckin' face. You're a piece of trash, y'know that? Don't ever lay a fuckin' finger on my girl or my brother again! I'll turn your ass into a goddamn hat!"

"Not unless I do it to you first!"

"Boys, hey," The teacher came up behind them, "Take your seats."

They sent each other death glares until they each sat down. I tapped on Gerard's shoulder to say something, but he smirked and pulled me in for a kiss. Shoving his tongue down my throat, and making sure Brendon saw. Finally, he pulled away and I had totally forgotten what I was going to say.

"Punk boy..." Flustered, those were the only words I could say. 

"Angel face..." He smirked, looking me up and down, "Have I ever told you how adorable you are?"

"Gerard, I am not, stop..."

He was about to say something, but class began and he was unable to. During the whole lesson, Brendon's eyes kept wandering towards us. It's like his eyes were magnetic, and we were a stainless steal refrigerator. After what felt like an eternity, class had finally ended. Gerard, of course, held an arm around me. On our way out, Brendon stared us down.

"What? You wanna fight me, fuck face!?" Brendon asked as Gerard's eyes met his.

"As of right now?" Gerard checked his non-existent watch, "Not really..." With that, we walked off.

"Coward!" Brendon called after us, but we kept going.

"See ya at lunch, babe." He kissed my cheek.

"Bye..." I smiled, then stepped into biology. As always, Brendon had his eyes on me. I only ignored him. It drove him nuts.

"Y/n? Can I please talk to you?" He asked, about a dozen times in a row.

"Do you guys hear somethin'?" I asked Pete and Andy who sat in front of me. They both smirked.

"Yeah, it's sounds like a desperate loser virgin who doesn't know how to leave someone alone." Pete said.

"Pete! I'm right here!"

"Oh, y'know that might just be Ms. Lee talking about her small brained rat again." Andy said.

"Right..."

"Guys! C'mon, I'm right here!" Brendon tried to jump into their gaze, but they only looked off somewhere else.

"Damn, the ceiling looks rather nice today." Pete smirked.

"Yeah, it looks great now that the asbestos is gone." Finally, the bell rang and Brendon furiously trudged to his seat.

"Thanks guys..."

"No problem, Brendon's been such a dick to you since the break up. It's almost painful to watch him fuck up over and over again. Almost." Pete chuckled.

"He's been so fuckin' annoying! Did you see what he did to Mikey this morning?"

"No, I haven't seen him at all today. What happened?" Pete's eyes filled with worry.

"Brendon beat him up! When Gerard and I got to school today, we couldn't find him. Then Brendon came over with Mikey who could barely fuckin' stand!"

"Y/n! Language!"

"Sorry..."

"Did Mikey do something?" I shook my head.

"He was leaving the bathrooms and his little squad jumped him," Pete sent an irritated look towards Brendon, "Gerard hit him in the face, but Brendon ran off before any real damage could happen."

"Brendon does know that Gerard could beat him up, right?" Andy asked as Pete sat, getting more infuriated at the boy in the front row as the seconds passed.

"I'm not entirely sure. But I know Gerard could take him down in an instant."

"Y/n, Andy!" The teacher called, we both turned our attention back to her, "Stop talking!"

"He's a fuckin' idiot for messing with Mikey like that..." Pete whispered, "Brendon's a fuckin' coward, I could take him."

"Are you gonna?" I whispered back.

"Probably..."

"Then I think we're friends now."

"Cool..."

My attention was then focused on the teacher for most of the class. Every now and then I'd send a death glare towards the boy with magnetic eyes. He hated it. All he wants is me... that's not gonna happen... he had his chance... and he blew it...

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Finally omg, I've been working on this chapter for what feels like so long. Idk why it was taking me so long. Just don't look at the many Careful chapters mkay? Yeah, I was stuck here! I wasn't updating my other books, no sir no sir. Ok yeah I was hhhh. Have a happy day~peace out cheesebags