Gravity don't mean too much to me...

A genuine piece of shit.

[Gerard's pov]

I walk through the school gates, hungry and tired.

That's what most Mondays are like.

I go down to the benches and hit shuffle on my music.

505 by Arctic Monkeys comes on.

I smile to myself as I open tumblr on my iPhone 6.

My mom was always good to me.

I scroll on tumblr as I wait for my brother and best friend, Mikey.

He's been staying at his 'friend', Ray's house since he came out as Pan.

I thought my mom would accept him...

I frown slightly before I hear
"Hey, Gee!"

I look up to see who the voice belongs to, as I figured, it's Mikey.

I wave him over and smile, taking my earbuds out and pausing my music.

He returns the smile and sits beside me.

"How are you?" He asked, seeming sincere.

"Eh, tired. How's things, you talked to mom yet?" I reply.

He shifts uncomfortably, "uh, I don't know. Haven't talked with her since." He replies as the bell rings.

"Meet me here at break?"

"As always, Gee." He says and walks towards History, I go upstairs to Math and sink into my seat.

I put my earbuds back in and Misfits comes on.

I ignore everybody for the next 50 minutes.

I feel a sharp tap on my shoulder, I open my eyes and see James.

Fuck James.

I pull my left earbud out and say,
"What?!" Probably harsher than I should've.

"Move, faggot." He spits, clearly trying to intimidate me.

I laugh, feeling slightly nervous now.

"What's the magic word, James?" I ask, sassily.

"M-O-V-E" he growls, getting more pissed off with every letter he says.

"Well, I really don't think it-" before I can finish my sentence he connects his fist with my jaw.

"Ah, fuck!" I shout.

I look up and I see James smirking to himself, the students staring and my teacher glaring holes into my head.

"Way! Outside. Now!" My teacher shouts at me.

I glare at James and knee him in the balls before walking out of my class, making sure to slam the door behind me.

"Why the fuck does everybody hate me?" I ask myself as I slide down the wall at the end of the math corridor.

"I don't." I hear someone say.

I look up and see a boy with black and red hair, he's quite small. He's wearing a Smashing Pumpkins hoodie too.