Gerard's pov

I stood on the porch of miss angel face's home, not so patiently waiting for her to open the door. My fist knocked at the door about a dozen times before I couldn't help myself anymore.

"Angel face! C'mon! Angel face! Angel face!" Finally, the door opened, and I felt my insides become lighter. She just... does something to me... she's so beautiful...

"Sorry, I woke up late."

I couldn't help but stare at her in the school uniform she had on. The skirt was so short, I knew how much she hated that, how short they were. But they made her look hot as hell. Along with her little outfit, she wore a scarf around her neck. More than likely it was there to hide the many hickeys I had left just yesterday.

"Wow..." I smirked, eying her up and down, "I forgot how hot you look in that skirt babe," She rolled her eyes and led me off the porch, "What!? It's true!" My arm went around her shoulders while we walked.

"You just, can't keep your eyes off me, can you?" She asked, watching me watch her. I tore my gaze away.

"I can keep my eyes off ya."

"Really?" I nodded, looking at the houses around us.

"Uhuh..."

"Punk boy?" I looked just above her, but not at her.

"Yeah?"

"What're you doing?"

"Not lookin' at you," She then moved her face in front of mine, but I shifted my gaze to the right of her, "See! I can keep my eyes off ya. It's easy!"

"C'mere..." She grabbed onto my shirt and pulled me in for a kiss, but I still wouldn't look at her.

"I'm not lookin' at ya..." She giggled, and I gazed at her.

"Aw punk boy, you lasted a good minute."

"Oh whatever..." We both laughed, walking into the school.

"Hey guys," I greeted, finding the boys at our normal spot in the commons.

"Sup..." Frank greeted back. The other two basically did the same. We stood around, chatting for about a minute before Mr. Steal Your Girl came around. He slid right up next to Y/n, with my arm still around her, protectively.

"Hey Y/n..." Brendon greeted, trying very hard to seem cool. I kept my eyes on him, ready if he were to pull something.

"Uhm, hi..." Uncomfortable, she moved closer to me, but he didn't seem to notice.

"So, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come to a party at my house this weekend." She nervously laughed.

"No thanks..."

"Ah, come on! It'll be fun. You can bring your little," He looked to the other boys, "crew," He brought his gaze back to her, "And see what happens. Maybe even, between us..."

"Please go away. I don't wanna go to your party."

"Baby doll-"

"Hey! She said she doesn't wanna go! Fuck off!" I chimed in.

"I wasn't talking to you!"

"I don't fuckin' care! You're makin' my girl uncomfortable, get outta here, fuck face!"

"Or else what?"

"Or else I'll punch your fuckin' face in," The boys stepped closer to us. I pointed to them, "And they'll gladly add onto that." He then just stood there, sending a death glare towards me. I shot one back until finally, he backed off.

"You okay angel face?" I asked her.

"Yeah, he just, freaks me out."

"Well I gotcha. If he lays even a single goddamn finger on you he's getting the beating of a life time."

"Thank you."

"Anything for you, miss angel face." She smiled, then kissed my check as the bell rang.

"C'mon, class is starting."

She took my hand, and for just a split second, I spotted a sense of sadness in her eyes. The look mimicked the same one I had seen when pulling away from our hug, before Ryan's party. But it was just a quick flash of sadness. Once she took her seat behind mine, the sadness was gone when I turned to her.

I've only ever seen her truly sad once... crying at the snowball... that broke my heart... my angel face... what could possibly be wrong?

"Punk boy?" I looked to her, she giggled, "You spaced out for a minute."

"Oh," I chuckled, "Hey angel face?"

"Hey punk boy?"

"Are uh, are you okay?" A look of surprise took over her face soon followed by a curious smile.

"Of course, why?"

"I dunno, you just seem a little, sad."

"Sad!?" She asked, with a nervous laugh close behind, "I'm fine..." She reassured.

No she's not... something's up... oh I hope I didn't do anything... I dunno if I could live with myself if she cried cause of me... again...

The bell rang and the teacher began talking before I could ask about what was going on with her. The whole first half of school was a drag with nothing interesting happening up until lunch. I sat at our normal table with the boys, waiting on my miss angel face to walk over.

When she walked into the lunch room, I couldn't help but smile, up until I noticed her talking to Ryan on her way over. Ryan... they're friends... don't be jealous... she's still yours... not his... and I gotta prove it...

He walked away and she sat beside me. Almost immediately, I ran a hand through her hair and shoved my tongue down her throat. She leaned in, and I smirked.

"Guys can you please not make out right now!?" I pulled away, looking to Mikey.

"Oh, yeah... yeah..." We both quietly laughed.

"Miss me?"

"Always..." I brought an arm around her, then kissed her cheek. She just smiled.

"Punk boy..." She spoke, leaning into me. Aww... she's amazing...

Once again, nothing very eventful happened throughout lunch. When the bell rang we of course went into P.E. and separated from my babe.

"See ya in a bit babe." I muttered, kissing her head. She hummed, walking away with yet another sad flash in her eyes. Maybe she just misses me? Oh angel face... what could possibly be going on in that little head of your's?

Quickly, we changed, and met out in the gym. Angel face still had the scarf around her neck when she came out towards the bleachers to join us.

"Hey guys..." She greeted, standing close to me.

"What's up with the scarf?" Frank asked.

"Uhm," She nervously itched the side of her head, "Maybe you should ask Gerard..."

"Gerard?" He asked. I opened my mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the teacher.

"Miss L/n, take off the scarf." She spoke.

"Uhm, I-"

"You can't wear a scarf during gym. Take it off."

Slowly, her fingers went up over the fabric. Everyone watched in anticipation as she pulled away the blue checker board scarf, revealing the dozens of hickeys painted onto her neck. The freshmen stared at her with wide eyes.

"Ay! Keep your fuckin' eyes off her!" I growled at them, so they began studying the ceiling fans.

"Wow," Frank spoke, chuckling with Ray as well. I punched the short boy's arm, "Ow!"

"If Mikey hadn't walked in on us I'd have a dozen more." Frank chuckled once again.

"Mikey saw!?"

"Yeah it was disgusting. I swear, he's like a fuckin' leach."

"Eww," Ray laughed loud. Finally, we got through our warm ups and began a game of dodgeball.

"Aw shit, here we go again!" I cried, slamming a kid into the wall with sheer force in the form of a foam filled ball. A loud smack rang through the gym, "Never gets old." I turned towards angel face who was completely spaced out staring at the floor.

"Hey... hey angel face," I brought a hand to her shoulder, she held another look of sadness, "Babe, are you alright?" She whipped her head towards me.

"Huh? Oh, yeah... yeah I'm fine..."

"No you're not. What's going on with you?"

"Can we talk about this another time?" I sighed, but nodded. Then, I felt a foam ball smack the side of my arm. With a look of anger, I turned towards the freshmen on the other side of the gym.

"Who threw that!?" A scrawny kid, who looked as if he still hadn't gone through puberty yet, stood with his eyes on me. He looked completely terrified. I walked over to Frank.

"Fuck him up." I whispered, before standing against the sidewall. Almost instantly, a loud smack was heard and the kid now stood out, standing beside me, shaking. I'm just standing here... this is awesome...

"Angel face!" I cried, causing the boy to flinch as she came over, "You get hit?"

"Nah, just missed you."

"Aww..." I rested an arm over her shoulders.

"Frank!" I called, once again causing the boy to flinch, "Fuck em' up!"

"Aye aye!" He did just that.

"Hey kid," She began, talking to the scrawny boy, "Nice shot out there."

"Th-thank you..." He asked more than said, still shaking. She took notice and turned back towards me.

"Quit scaring the kid Gee. He got ya good."

"Yeah, whatever..." The teacher blew her whistle and a new game began. All three of us began towards the game area. But, before I did. I turned towards the kid and made a face at him. He jumped, terrified. Hahaha...

"Gerard! Quit it!" She giggled. I turned back to her.

"Alright alright..."

The rest of class went on and just like that I found myself planting a kiss on angel face's cheek before walking the other way from her. I sat with Frank in math, bored as ever as the teacher spoke. But as we did our class work, I couldn't help but overhear a conversation from nearby.

"Dude, did you see the hickeys all over her neck!? She's a fuckin' slut! Y/n's a nice lookin' chic, but that's disgusting." I casually looked over to the person speaking. Spencer Smith... he better shut the fuck up before I fuck up his face...

"Ugh, I can't believe Brendon's still after her. She's annoying as hell, and not even hot. I'd say she's a... three at best..."

"Frank?" I whispered.

"I heard it," He whispered back, "After school."

"Yeah, fuck that guy." I spoke. He just kept trailing on and on about her until class finally ended. Desperately, I held back the erg to punch him square in the face as I passed him through the doorway. Spencer Smith... I believe he's friends with Brendon... gross...

My thoughts spun around my brain as I took my normal seat in art. Angel face hadn't arrived yet, like always. But, Brendon had. His eyes were on me. I glared at him, he gazed away as soon as Y/n stepped into the room.

"Hey..." She spoke softly, as if she were about to cry when she sat down.

"You okay?"

"Uhuh, I'm fine. I promise I'm fine." She spoke, trying desperately to keep whatever it was from leaving her lips for me to find.

"Babe, are you sure?" She nodded.

"Punk boy, I'm sure as ever." No she's not... ugh! This hurts...

But, I just held an arm around her as the bell rang and the teacher began today's lesson. Her gaze then shifted to me, with a small smile on her face. A smile she wore to hide the sadness inside. She stared at me just a little longer than usual before tearing away.

She's been doing that too... hugging just a little longer... looking just a little longer... kissing me a little longer... what is going on with her!? Did I do something!? Did someone else!? Do I gotta kick a guys ass!?

Neither one of us even opened our sketchbooks all class and instead, just, sat together, wandering around in our own minds. Her's on whatever was making her act this way, and mine wondering what that whatever could possibly be. It's killing me seeing her this way... oh angel face...

The bell suddenly rang, causing us both to jump. We laughed a little before grabbing our things.

"Oh, angel face," I stopped her from leaving the classroom, "I won't be able to walk you today."

"Why's that?" She asked with a slightly sad tone.

"Cause I got something to deal with." Her eyes held a large sense of sadness that tore at my heart strings. But, I had something to attend to.

"Alright, see ya tomorrow?" I nodded.

"See ya," I left a quick kiss on her lips before walking off. Making it out to the back of the school, Frank, Mikey, and Ray already stood around the bleachers.

"Where's he at?" I asked. Frank casually pointed to the back wall of the school. He stood with a smoke in hand, leaning against the wall with Brendon beside him. But, Brendon only stood there for one more moment before walking off.

"Yeah, walk away..." I muttered as Brendon walked out of sight, "C'mon, let's go fuck up an asshole." Immediately, Mikey burst out laughing.

"Fuck up an asshole, hahaha!" The other two began chuckling as well. I couldn't help but laugh too.

"Okay, okay, let's go!" I said through my chuckles. The laughter died down and we began towards the guy by the wall.

"Spencer!" I cried, now standing in front of him. He looked to me.

"Yeah?"

"I heard what you said about my girl."

"Who?"

"Y/n!"

"Oh, okay, and?"

"And I'm gonna fuck you up! No one talks about my girl that way!"

"You did."

"That... that was a long time ago! I don't speak that way anymore. Even if I did, it's still wrong!"

"Mkay, ya gonna do something about it?"

"Yeah, we're gonna fuck you up!"

"Really? Alright, Way, let's go. But, your little posse isn't allowed near me." I turned to them. They shrugged.

"Alright, we'll be over here." Frank said, now standing a few feet away.

"Fine, I guess that'll do," Spencer dropped his cigarette and stomped on it, "C'mon, Way, let's dance!"

"Let's go! Ahhh!" I charged him, completely tackling him to the ground. Now, I sat on top of him, sending one punch after the other to his face, "No one speaks that way about my girl!" I growled. But then, he grabbed hold of my fists, and shoved me off of him. He stood up, getting ready to strike.

"Fuck off, man, I can say whatever I want about her! She's a complete buffoon. She's not even hot, her voice is annoying, and-"

"Shut the fuck up!" I ran at him, and punched his face in. He retaliated with punches to the stomach and chest. Blood ran down my knuckles, causing them to become warm against the cold weather.

"C'mon Gerard! Fuck him up!" Ray cried.

"I got this!" I cried back. We then stepped away from the school, a huge bundle of snow lay around us. He sent a hard punch to the side of my face. I spit blood into the white snow, melting it just slightly.

"That all ya got!?" I shrieked.

"Come closer and I'll show ya!"

He ran at me, shoving me down to the ground. But I jumped back up, full of rage. I launched myself towards him, punching and hitting and yelling until he fell to the ground. I beat his face in, over and over again.

Why am I doing this again? Right... my girl... she's really something... pretty... that feeling she gives me... what is it?

I shoved some snow into Spencer's mouth. Ugh... I love beating up guys for her... wait...

My reign of terror stopped as I realized something. Love... it's love! That's the feeling... holy shit I gotta go tell her oh my god...

"I'm in love with my girlfriend," I said to the guy with his face beaten in, "I gotta go tell her." Quickly, I jumped off of him and raced towards her house.

"Wait! Gerard!" I turned around towards Ray calling for me, "Where're you going!?"

"I gotta tell angel face that I'm in love with her! You guys can do whatever, I don't care! I... I gotta go!" And I ran all the way to her house, with blood stained clothes and all. I can't believe it... I'm in love with her... oh pumpkin...

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Ok it's next chapter that's gonna hurt like a mother fucker. When the shit hits the fan. Yep. And you guys will probably hate me. But, you gotta admit, it's a good story! Even if it's sad! That's ok! Stories are allowed to be sad! So yeah. Have a sick day~peace out cheesebags