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Chapter 2
-Asia’s POV-
Was it natural to feel drawn to a person you’d only known for not even twenty minutes? Because sitting in Homeroom while Gerard prattled on about his former high school was incredible. He was so interesting and I couldn’t help but absorb every word he said as if I was a sponge and he was the sweetest water I’d ever tasted. Don’t ask how that relates, it just does in my head. But whatever the case, he was just the most beautiful and caring creature I’d ever encountered in my lifetime.
“Asia, are you listening?” Gerard asked me. I must’ve gotten lost in his enchanting hazel orbs.
“Yeah, but dozing at the same time. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, you know?”
“Um, no, I don’t. I just met you less than thirty minutes ago and we didn’t speak about your normal sleeping pattern. But please, do share!”
“You’re funny Gerard,” I smirked. Just then, I looked at the clock ticking loudly on the wall, the hands almost signaling the end of homeroom, which meant trying to rush to my locker, grab my books for next hour, and make it to my next class while trying to avoid herds of jocks and cheerleaders that would most likely say something I really didn’t want to hear about ‘joining’ their ranks. Gosh, they make their clique sound like heaven. Psh, yeah right! Not to mention attempting to maneuver to Gerard’s locker and show him around without being seen. This could be tough.
“Okay Gerard. Once this bell rings, you’re about to learn what it’s like to be trapped in a cage with swarms of hungry lions, tigers, and bears.”
“Oh my!”
I smirked again. “Seriously Gerard; there are a lot of enemies we have to try and get away from if we’re gonna make it through this day without getting harmed in any way, shape, or form. So, just follow my lead when that bell rings and no lollygagging, got it?”
“Did you just say lollygagging?”
“I like the word! It’s funny!” Just then, the bell rang loudly. Gerard and I leapt out of our dark blue seats and into the hall, where not many students were pouring out of the rooms yet. Okay, this is good… I thought to myself.
“Alright Gerard. Your locker is right next to mine – which I find highly convenient, but whatever – so grab your stuff quickly and let’s go!”
“Who are you trying to avoid?”
“Everyone Gerard; now just grab your s**t and let’s get to the class. It should be fun; it’s art!”
He clapped his arms like a giddy schoolgirl. He put his stuff in his locker and grabbed anything he might need and shut the metal door, making a clanging noise similar to ones very near to us. Just as we were about to make our grand exit, a voice called my name.
“Asia!”
I smirked, rolled my eyes, and turned swiftly to meet the gaze of the Head Jock, Bradley Anderson. His hair was dark brown and his eyes were a soft amber tone. It was quite the misleading appearance since he was actually quite hot externally but disgusting on the inside.
“Hey baby,” he purred. I wanted to throw up like you couldn’t imagine. He did this every chance he got. “So, you free this weekend? Because there’s some business we need to attend to.”
Yeah, he was a pervert too. Just the cherry on the ice cream sundae. Ooo… I should have one later! Random thought.
“Sorry, I’ll be too busy puking my guts out because there’s no way, not even if hell freezes over, that I’d go out with you Bradley. The thought is just disgusting.”
He smirked. He loved it when I ‘played hard-to-get’. It was a shame he didn’t know I was playing…
“Don’t worry baby. You’ll give in soon.” He and his little clique of jocks walked away, giving Bradley high-fives and slaps on the back as this new improvement was made. I never really did even reject him; I just walked away…
Eek, did this mean I was closer to giving in? Because I was actually using some of my precious time to reject this loser? Nah.
“Well, no point in rushing now. What I didn’t want to happen just happened,” I said, walking briskly back to where Gerard stood dumbfounded.
“Who the hell was that?” Gerard asked as we resumed our route to our next class.
“That would be Bradley Anderson. He’s the Head Jock that will make your life hell if you’re not as popular as him or one of his mindless drones. He has no respect for women what-so-ever. He’s been trying to get me to go out with him since the beginning of the year. And I think you know the reason.”
His eyes widened slightly in shock and nodded his head slowly. We entered the classroom and took seats at my usual table. It was empty since I had no classes with any of my friends until after lunch… which was in about an hour and a half.
“Well I guess I won’t be sitting alone today,” I told Gerard, sliding out the seat and setting my materials on the wooden table covered in paint splatters.
“No one else has this class?”
“No; no one has any classes with me until after lunch.”
“Well, when’s lunch?”
“Aw, you don’t like me Gerard? Gee, that hurts!” I said with mock tears. “But seriously, it’s in an hour and a half.”
“Oh,” he said, as the art teacher walked in. Her name was Ms. Patterson and she’s been divorced three times. She was laid back and pretty old-fashioned; hippie-like old-fashioned. But she was still pretty cool. She kept her white-blond hair long and braided. Her charcoal eyes were covered by light wire glasses.
“Good morning class,” Ms. Patterson said in her airy voice. You could see some of the guys swoon over her. She was actually really pretty.
“Good morning,” the class said in unison.
“Today is a free day for all of you. Draw what you want since I’m still organizing your newest project. Oh, and before I forget, I’d like all of you to meet Mr. Gerard Way, the newest student here at Bellville High. I’d like all of you to make him feel welcome. Remember, I have eyes in the back of my head.”
Yeah, she wasn’t lying when she said that. She could catch you chewing gum or calling a student a name from opposite sides of the school. She was that good.
For the next hour, Gerard and I sat in silence, only speaking to ask for a pencil or eraser. When I was finished with my work, I peeked over at Gerard’s. And I felt my heartbeats stop and breathing cease.
“Gerard, that’s –“
“It’s terrible, isn’t it?”
“Are you kidding me? That’s… that’s… that’s f**king beautiful!”
It was that beautiful. It was a girl who was an exact replica of me in the arms of what looked like a thin, even sexier version of Gerard. I looked up at him and saw his olive eyes sparkle. He looked into my icy blues and for some reason we just couldn’t pull away…
The bell rang and ripped us away from our gazing, and we shook our heads rapidly. We grabbed our things and rushed out of the room in silence, fumbled with the combinations on our lockers, and practically ran to our next class, Calculus.
I had an ominous feeling that somehow, this boy would change my life forever.
XxX
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Haha, I Am Right!
Alright So.... Here Ya'll Go.
Chapter 2
-Asia’s POV-
Was it natural to feel drawn to a person you’d only known for not even twenty minutes? Because sitting in Homeroom while Gerard prattled on about his former high school was incredible. He was so interesting and I couldn’t help but absorb every word he said as if I was a sponge and he was the sweetest water I’d ever tasted. Don’t ask how that relates, it just does in my head. But whatever the case, he was just the most beautiful and caring creature I’d ever encountered in my lifetime.
“Asia, are you listening?” Gerard asked me. I must’ve gotten lost in his enchanting hazel orbs.
“Yeah, but dozing at the same time. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, you know?”
“Um, no, I don’t. I just met you less than thirty minutes ago and we didn’t speak about your normal sleeping pattern. But please, do share!”
“You’re funny Gerard,” I smirked. Just then, I looked at the clock ticking loudly on the wall, the hands almost signaling the end of homeroom, which meant trying to rush to my locker, grab my books for next hour, and make it to my next class while trying to avoid herds of jocks and cheerleaders that would most likely say something I really didn’t want to hear about ‘joining’ their ranks. Gosh, they make their clique sound like heaven. Psh, yeah right! Not to mention attempting to maneuver to Gerard’s locker and show him around without being seen. This could be tough.
“Okay Gerard. Once this bell rings, you’re about to learn what it’s like to be trapped in a cage with swarms of hungry lions, tigers, and bears.”
“Oh my!”
I smirked again. “Seriously Gerard; there are a lot of enemies we have to try and get away from if we’re gonna make it through this day without getting harmed in any way, shape, or form. So, just follow my lead when that bell rings and no lollygagging, got it?”
“Did you just say lollygagging?”
“I like the word! It’s funny!” Just then, the bell rang loudly. Gerard and I leapt out of our dark blue seats and into the hall, where not many students were pouring out of the rooms yet. Okay, this is good… I thought to myself.
“Alright Gerard. Your locker is right next to mine – which I find highly convenient, but whatever – so grab your stuff quickly and let’s go!”
“Who are you trying to avoid?”
“Everyone Gerard; now just grab your s**t and let’s get to the class. It should be fun; it’s art!”
He clapped his arms like a giddy schoolgirl. He put his stuff in his locker and grabbed anything he might need and shut the metal door, making a clanging noise similar to ones very near to us. Just as we were about to make our grand exit, a voice called my name.
“Asia!”
I smirked, rolled my eyes, and turned swiftly to meet the gaze of the Head Jock, Bradley Anderson. His hair was dark brown and his eyes were a soft amber tone. It was quite the misleading appearance since he was actually quite hot externally but disgusting on the inside.
“Hey baby,” he purred. I wanted to throw up like you couldn’t imagine. He did this every chance he got. “So, you free this weekend? Because there’s some business we need to attend to.”
Yeah, he was a pervert too. Just the cherry on the ice cream sundae. Ooo… I should have one later! Random thought.
“Sorry, I’ll be too busy puking my guts out because there’s no way, not even if hell freezes over, that I’d go out with you Bradley. The thought is just disgusting.”
He smirked. He loved it when I ‘played hard-to-get’. It was a shame he didn’t know I was playing…
“Don’t worry baby. You’ll give in soon.” He and his little clique of jocks walked away, giving Bradley high-fives and slaps on the back as this new improvement was made. I never really did even reject him; I just walked away…
Eek, did this mean I was closer to giving in? Because I was actually using some of my precious time to reject this loser? Nah.
“Well, no point in rushing now. What I didn’t want to happen just happened,” I said, walking briskly back to where Gerard stood dumbfounded.
“Who the hell was that?” Gerard asked as we resumed our route to our next class.
“That would be Bradley Anderson. He’s the Head Jock that will make your life hell if you’re not as popular as him or one of his mindless drones. He has no respect for women what-so-ever. He’s been trying to get me to go out with him since the beginning of the year. And I think you know the reason.”
His eyes widened slightly in shock and nodded his head slowly. We entered the classroom and took seats at my usual table. It was empty since I had no classes with any of my friends until after lunch… which was in about an hour and a half.
“Well I guess I won’t be sitting alone today,” I told Gerard, sliding out the seat and setting my materials on the wooden table covered in paint splatters.
“No one else has this class?”
“No; no one has any classes with me until after lunch.”
“Well, when’s lunch?”
“Aw, you don’t like me Gerard? Gee, that hurts!” I said with mock tears. “But seriously, it’s in an hour and a half.”
“Oh,” he said, as the art teacher walked in. Her name was Ms. Patterson and she’s been divorced three times. She was laid back and pretty old-fashioned; hippie-like old-fashioned. But she was still pretty cool. She kept her white-blond hair long and braided. Her charcoal eyes were covered by light wire glasses.
“Good morning class,” Ms. Patterson said in her airy voice. You could see some of the guys swoon over her. She was actually really pretty.
“Good morning,” the class said in unison.
“Today is a free day for all of you. Draw what you want since I’m still organizing your newest project. Oh, and before I forget, I’d like all of you to meet Mr. Gerard Way, the newest student here at Bellville High. I’d like all of you to make him feel welcome. Remember, I have eyes in the back of my head.”
Yeah, she wasn’t lying when she said that. She could catch you chewing gum or calling a student a name from opposite sides of the school. She was that good.
For the next hour, Gerard and I sat in silence, only speaking to ask for a pencil or eraser. When I was finished with my work, I peeked over at Gerard’s. And I felt my heartbeats stop and breathing cease.
“Gerard, that’s –“
“It’s terrible, isn’t it?”
“Are you kidding me? That’s… that’s… that’s f**king beautiful!”
It was that beautiful. It was a girl who was an exact replica of me in the arms of what looked like a thin, even sexier version of Gerard. I looked up at him and saw his olive eyes sparkle. He looked into my icy blues and for some reason we just couldn’t pull away…
The bell rang and ripped us away from our gazing, and we shook our heads rapidly. We grabbed our things and rushed out of the room in silence, fumbled with the combinations on our lockers, and practically ran to our next class, Calculus.
I had an ominous feeling that somehow, this boy would change my life forever.
XxX
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