Blood Stains on Your Gentle Skin

Dark through the light

"The guy is weird" Ray said. I ducked my head down by our lunch table, hoping Ray had spoke quietly enough so we weren't overheard. "Yeah, Way's a freak" Bob replied, throwing a glance over my shoulder, looking at Gerard Way. I sighed. "Could you guys talk a bit quieter?" I asked. Sure, everyone knew Way was strange, and I'm sure he knew how people thought about him.

Honestly I was afraid of the guy. There were at least fifty different rumors about him drinking blood alone. I sighed again, picking st the sandwich on my tray, as I hear laughter swell around me. I look over my shoulder to see a couple jocks standing over Gerard, who now had milk running through his jet black hair.

I turned back around to find Ray and Bob both doubled over in laughter. I shook my head before flopping it down onto our table.

The bell rang, releasing us to our next class, which for me, was art. Even if it doesn't count as a real class, it's probably my worst subject. But hey, it definetly beats taking something where I have to do actual work.

I push into the class pretty early. I throw my stuff down recklessly and sit in my seat, just shifting my weight. I look up and notice there's only one other person in the room, and I wished it could be anyone else as I watched the shadowy figure of Gerard walk into the room.
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My chapters are going to be fairly short, but I'll try to post as often as possible. :3