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Gerard was fed up with those bullies. He attended that school for over ten years now, but somehow those guys still had it in them to absolutely fucking ruin his day. He fell to the ground in a dark corner of the football field, nose bleeding and lip cut, while whimpering for them to stop.
It didn't make any difference. The more he complained, the more the bigger boy kicked his ribs just for a notch of twisted fucking fun.
“Stop! Leave me alone for god's sake!” he yelled, but it only made the bully kick him harder. While still on the floor, the other guy – little smaller but definitely stronger – grabbed his hair, pulling it up and forcing him to smell his stinky breath.
“What you gonna do if we don't, Cricket?”
Oh. That. They had this creepy nickname for him since they were kids, since Gerard was always whining while being beaten. As much as he hated it he tried to pretend to not care at all, just to see if they would stop. Unfortunately, it made the name stick longer.
“You fucking know i'm gonna do nothing. What can i do? There are three of you and only one of me.” he said, eyes watering in anticipation for the ribcage x-ray he would have to get again.
“He’s right.” A strange voice appeared on the background. Gerard barely noticed cause of the annoying sound in his ear while it bled. Even so, the voice continued. “You should fight someone your own size.”
Gerard was flabbergasted. No one ever – and i mean EVER – stood for him in a fight. I mean, he was the emo kid, had one friend that skipped school more than he attended, and was always wandering the halls with hair on his face and earphones. When he took the courage to look up, he saw what could only be described as an angel — He had very short hair, with a single bang covering half his face. Eyeliner on his waterline, black clothes with a red and snuggled shirt and, on top of it all, a ring piercing on his bottom lip. Gerard took much interest on that.
The bully that was holding his hair suddenly let go. He went on the boy's direction with an angry, sarcastic face, and laughed with that same bad breath right onto the boy's face.
“And who the fuck are you?” The bully asked.
“Oh, i didn't meant me.” The lip piercing owner laughed, as it was pretty obvious. When he meant someone their size, he really meant it – and that wasn't him, cause he couldn't be over 5'4. “I just mean not him. Aren't you kinda embarrassed? You know that boy can't do nothing about all of this, so where's your sense of achievement? You can only assert power over someone so weak?”
Gerard couldn't even believe what he was hearing. It was comic at the same time it was pretty dramatic and, considering it came out of the lips that carried that fucking piercing, honestly, it was kinda hot.
He took support on the wall to get up and cleaned, messily, the blood on his face. He could just leave now, right?
Right.
But how could he? I mean, what if the bullies tried to beat his savior now?
With the fear in hand, Gerard took a step forward just about time to see the bully go full beast mode on the boy. He didn't had much time to think and react, so there wasn't really much he could've done.
Not that he needed to.
With the same speed the bully came, the lip pierced boy took a knife out of his pocket and pointed at him. The bully stopped, probably shitting himself, and screamed.
“What the fuck?! How did you come inside with that? Who the fuck are you?”
“Get the fuck out.” The boy ordered, his expression was simply blunt.
The bullies ran on the same second. With that much in mind, Gerard raised his hands in surrender, actually afraid that his bully had simply changed. And of course, it had to be someone with a knife.
“Hey!” he said, surrendering “Don't hurt me, please. Also, what you just did to them was pretty badass. I'm sorry, but they already took my lunch money and i have nothing with me. Please don't stab me with that.”
The boy looked at him from head to toe. When he put away the knife, a little smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Right there on the ring.
“I'd only do that if you asked.” he replied, sticking his hands on the hoodie's holes “I won't hurt you.”
Gerard gave the same look back. Head to toe, the boy was pretty awesome from his point of view. Now thinking, Gerard knew basically everyone in that school, but he didn't remembered that guy. And he was absolutely sure he would've remembered that lip ring.
“Thanks?” he lowered his hands, trying to stop the bleeding on his bottom lip. The boy looked at him, giving him another one of those pretty, pretty fucking smiles.
“You're welcome, Cricket.”