YOOO WHEN I'M POSTING THIS, IT'S THE 3 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THIS STORY!!!! THAT'S FUCKING CRAZY TO ME THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ENDLESS SUPPORT, I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS!!!
Lights from intersections and cars passing by fill my vision as Gerard flies down the roads back to his and Mikey's house. The car is filled with casual chatter, but for the past minute or so I find myself looking out the window to my right.
I'm snapped out of my trance when we pull up to a stoplight at a larger intersection, and an all-too-familiar car pulls up next to us. The car is filled with guys, and all of the windows are down. I feel myself instinctively sink down lower into my seat, trying my best to not be seen by the other driver.
"Why the fuck do you look like-" Gerard starts to comment, but he's immediately cut off by Hayley.
"Ew look it's Chris" she says disgustedly.
I can hear the window behind me being rolled down. No no no no no no please don't see me.
"Hey assholes!" Hayley shouts at the car before throwing a can of Diet Coke at it.
"Nooooo my soda" Frank whines.
At this point I'm practically cowering in my seat, trying to remain unseen by the band of idiots beside us.
I hear more male voices yelling and being rowdy. Then, I hear a voice that I recognize as Chris shout from the car next to us.
"Hey bitches and pussies!" Chris's voice echos out. Some sort of food item smacks the window right above me and slowly slides down the side of the car. Oh this isn't going to end well...
The next thing I know, the window right above me starts to open, smearing the food on it more. Gerard leans over the center console, his body looming over mind.
"Hey fuck-face bastard cunts! You're gonna pay for throwing that shit at my car," Gerard's eyes light up with rage as he stares down Chris and his goons.
"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?" I hear another guy's voice yell.
"Oh I'll fucking show you what I'm gonna do about it!" Gerard proceeds to roll up the window on my side and cracks his knuckles as if he's in some sort of movie.
I can hear the window behind me being rolled up as well. Hayley mutters something under her breath and Ray swears to himself.
"Gerard, what exactly do you plan on doing?" Mikey asks worriedly.
"I'm teaching these motherfuckers a lesson," Gerard smirks evilly as the light turns to green.
"Hold on!" He yells before tearing off down the road.
I instinctively pop up, and sit normally in my seat, so I'm not strangled by the seatbelt. Gerard drives like a madman and eventually switches lanes to be right behind Chris's car.
"Gerard what the fuck are you doing?!" Mikey yells.
"I told you: I'm teaching them a lesson. Now, be ready because you may need to jump out and let me crack some skulls." Gerard's eyes have a look of rage in them I've never seen before.
"Dude, it's really not that big of a deal..." Ray starts.
"Yes it is! Who the fuck do they think they are to do that to my car?!" Gerard looks into the backseat through the rear view mirror.
"Hayley, why the fuck, did you start something with them?!" Gerard barks out like a military general.
"That fucking hoe tried getting in my pants at some Fourth of July party this summer. Turns out he had a fucking girlfriend at the time. So not only did he try to get with an intoxicated girl, he's also a filthy fucking cheater!" Hayley's tone is harsh, but she doesn't raise her voice nearly as much as Gerard. That's why she looks so familiar?!
"Oh fuck him what a fucking piece of shit" Frank lets out.
"Yeah, what the fuck, he deserved that" Ray chimes in.
"I wonder...
Hayley, Ray, Mikey, and Frank continue talking in the back while Gerard and I sit in silence in the front. Oh god. What if he saw me? What if he tells more people about what happened? What if everybody makes fun of me for it? What if he le-
"What the fuck is up with you sugar?" Gerard's voice breaks my train of thought. He's still following Chris, but not as closely. The others are still busy talking amongst each other - not paying attention to anything happening between Gerard and I.
"Nothing." I reply flatly, not wanting to say anything else for fear of breaking down in front of the one person who I don't want to break down in front of.
"Well it's obviously something. You look like you've entered the sixth dimension." Gerard glances over at me before focusing back on the road.
"He cheated on me," I say, almost inaudibly.
"Huh, speak up sugar, I'm hard of hearing," Gerard eggs me on.
"I said, he cheated on me." I can feel tears start to well in my eyes and my throat start to close up. No no no no no no no, this can't be happening. Not right now. Not in front of him.
Much to my dismay, Gerard glanced over and sees the state that I'm in. For a split second, I see a flash of empathy in his eyes, but as soon as I notice it, it's gone. Wow, it's almost as if he cared for a second.
"Who cheated on you?" Gerard continues the conversation as if everything is normal.
"Chris," my voice cracks. Fuck, this is so embarrassing.
"The guy driving that car. We were together for over two years until the summer. I walked in on him trying to cheat on me with Hayley - I just realized now that's how I recognize her. I broke up with him on the spot, but that didn't stop him from messaging me about all the other girls he cheated on me with without me knowing." Why the fuck am I giving my whole sob story to Gerard of all people?! All he's going to do is rub salt in the wound and make fun of me for it. Knowing him and the reputation he has, he's probably going to tell the entire school too.
At this point, a few tears have escaped my eyes, and I'm sniffling. Gerard looks over at me again, but this time anger is written all over his face. This isn't the same as earlier though. Before, he was mad, filled with rage. Now, he's absolutely fuming - he actually looks like he's going to crack someone's skull. Oh god, please, I'm too young to die.
"Sounds like he needs to be taught a big lesson then," Gerard grits his teeth and grips the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles turn white. I have no clue how to respond to that, so I just look out the window and try to compose myself.
There's four cars between Gerard's and Chris's at this point. After a few minutes, Chris's car turns down a road, leading to an old parking garage. Why the fuck is he going there?
"Fuck yeah." I hear Gerard mutter under his breath as he follows Chris into the parking lot.
"What are we heading into here for?" Mikey asks, just as confused as everybody else in the car.
"Looks like the bitch boys want to settle our little argument with a fight," Gerard says nonchalantly as he pulls in a couple spots away from Chris's car. A fight?! What the fuck, I'm not ready to fight! I'm not ready to face Chris like that either!
The guys in the back all hop out and shut the door. Hayley and I unbuckle our seatbelts and are about to get out too when Gerard speaks up.
"Y/n, Hayley, you two stay here in the car." Gerard commands as he unbuckles his seatbelt and fixes his hair.
"What fuck no, I want to punch that guy's face in more than anyone! Plus, there's like five or six of them - if you go out there without us, you'll be outnumbered," I complain. Why the fuck would he get involved in OUR drama and then not want us to finish it?
"Yes the fuck you are." Gerard says before he quickly hops out of the car and locks us inside.
"Ugh, he's such a fucking little bitch," Hayley complains as she flips Gerard off through y her window. He gladly flips her off back with a shit-eating smirk on his face. Fuck him.
Hayley and I sit in silence for a bit as we watch the guys head out of sight from us - on the other side of a divider. I can see Gerard laying into Chris as they all walk out of view, presumably to beat the shit out of each other. Ugh, how could this get any worse.
Hayley seemingly notices my stress because she breaks my train of thought.
"What's got you so stressed right now? You know the guys are some of the toughest fighters in the school, they'll be able to hold their own." She tries to reassure me.
"It's not that..." I start, contemplating how much I want to tell her.
I take a deep sigh as I recount the events for the second time today.
"You know, I always thought you looked so familiar when I first saw you. I couldn't place it at first, but I know now... Chris and I used to date, and... yeah... you know..." I trail off, feeling uncomfortable saying the obvious.
"Oh..." Hayley also trails off.
"I don't, ya know, harbor any bad feelings towards you - I actually think you're cool as fuck - I mean, you had no way of knowing. The whole mess was on him." I ramble.
"Yeah... fuck him. I wish I would've found out he had a girlfriend sooner - just to save you from the pain of seeing us like that ya know?" Hayley shifts over to the middle back seat so we can look at each other more clearly.
"Yeah, fuck him." I laugh dryly, unsure of what else to say.
"So, how are things between you and Gerard?" She breaks the silence. Huh?
"What do you mean?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
"Oh, nothing. I'm sorry, I thought you two had a thing. I mean it just seemed that way, I'm sorry I shouldn't have assumed..." now she's the one rambling. Where the fuck did she get that idea from?
"Yeah, Gerard and I are not together. It's quite the opposite really." I laugh dryly and continue to give her the entire rundown on how I first met the guys and Gerard and I's constant feuding.
Hayley sat there, listening intently and nodding along with my words until her eyes widened and caught sight of something behind me. I turn around to see what she's looking at and see the guys walking back from around the divider.
"Oh shit...." I trail off.
"At least they're all walking," Hayley jokes, causing me to let out a breathy laugh.
As the guys get closer and closer to the car, it becomes more obvious that they're not as unscathed as it seemed. They all have a few minor cuts and small bruises that are visible, but it's really nothing too bad. They all open the doors, the guys in the back talking amongst themselves as Gerard remains completely silent. He seems to have gotten the worst of it - he clearly has a black eye coming in as well as two decently deep cuts on his eyebrow and bottom lip.
"What the fuck happened?" Hayley asked.
The guys in the back start talking all about the fight and how they "fucked the shit out of them" according to Frank. Gerard stays silent as he turns the car on and pulls out of the parking garage.
I eventually start to drown out the conversation happening in the back, not wanting to hear about my friends beating people and getting beat in the process. We eventually pull into the Way's driveway, and we all pile out of the car and enter the house. I'm one of the last ones in, and just as I'm about to follow the others down to the basement, I feel I tug on the sleeve of my shirt.
"Can you come with me for a second?" Gerard, asks lowly, his voice unsettlingly calm. This can't be good.
AN: guess who's back, back again. (it's me)