Come Back Here

After our little game of Way Style Truth or Dare, Gerard had to take us home. It was a Wednesday night, and his parents had rules about staying over too late on school nights. I didn't complain a whole lot, I wanted to think. I wanted to be in the solitude of my room and ponder what the fuck happened when Andy and I kissed.

I wasn't looking forward to going back to school the next day, because of Brent and his groupies, but I had to. I couldn't just not go to school, or flake out and ditch, my parents would kill me. Well, not physically kill me, but once last year Renae and I skipped fourth block together to go see Gerard's mom in the hospital with him, and my parents weren't too pleased to find out.

I sulked out of bed Thursday morning and proceeded with my morning routine of eyeliner and not giving a shit about my hair. I threw on a black v-neck long sleeve shirt with a black tank underneath it to conceal my cleavage. My parents have this motto of "It isn't Swedish to show cleavage." I guess it would apply to our family, had we been more Swedish. Seriously, it's so watered down that I don't think we even qualify as Swedish anymore.

My all black Chuck Taylor's were the last thing I threw on before grabbing my bag. Renae was waiting in my driveway to take me to school. We alternated who drove on what days. The schedule normally consisted--even though there was no specific schedule--of me driving on Monday and Tuesday mornings, while Gerard drove Wednesdays and Fridays, and Renae did Thursdays and weekends.

I slid into the front seat of Renae's blue Mustang. The minute I closed the door, Renae asked, "So, how was it?"

I looked at her innocently, "What do you mean?"

"You know exactly I mean." She said suggestively, keeping her concentration of exiting my driveway. "How was the damn kiss?"

"Oh, that..." I stated as if I had no idea that she'd be asking me. I'm just surprised she didn't ask me the moment we dropped off Andy yesterday. "Well...it was, uh..."

"Fantastically amazing?" She inquired.

"You could say that."

"Oooooooo! Celeste finally has a crush!"

"I've had crushes in the past." I defended, although, she did have a point. My last boyfriend was in freshman year, and we don't even speak of how unhealthy that was. We never spoke, just met up on Saturdays and made out in Gerard's basement. I'll give it to him, though, he was a good kisser. Not as superb as Andy, though, no where close.

"We don't count Vic as one." She stated perfectly while she took a sharp turn onto Gerard's road.

***

First block dragged on and on. I had Chemistry Communications first block, and I absolutely hated it. I'm not a chemistry person, but it was required for graduation, so I bore through it. I'm more of a math and literature person, and yes I know there's math in chemistry, but you have not endured my teacher. The bitter old man that should have retired when I was born made the class all the more dreadful.

When it finally came to an end, I headed off to my second block class the I happened to have Gerard in--British Literature. We're currently reading "Hamlet." It's amazing, but disturbing. Why the hell is there this much incest?!

Anyways, I pretty much just watched the clock for at least half of the ninety minute class. I looked up at it every five minutes. I was a little bittersweet about going to see Andy at lunch. Truthfully, I was terrified, but on edge to know if he still wanted to hang out with us after the whole Way Style Truth or Dare.

After an endless class, the bell finally rang and Gerard and I headed down to Renae's locker to meet up with her for lunch. Our Brit Lit class was on the opposite side of the school of where Renae's locker was, and it was never an easy feat to weave through the hallways when you're a deer at the beginning of hunting season.

With a little bit of luck, we snaked through the hallways without being noticed and made it to Renae's locker only to see that her and Andy were waiting for us.

"Gerard, you will never guess what happened in first block!" Renae exclaimed as we began walking the general direction of the cafeteria.

"What Ree?" He asked while we moved to the corner of the hall subconsciously, mainly to stay out of the way.

"So Miss Purler walks in and announces that we're going to study the effects of different genres of music on middle school students for sociology. I'm like 'awesome, I better get rock, punk, or indie, or some shit close to it.' No, she gives me the genre of fucking country. The only girl in the class that doesn't listen to country. She said 'it will build my character.' The hell is wrong with her? To top it off, she gave Jessica Metter indie, and Jessica asked 'what's that? Is it was the Indians play?' We're doomed! Gee, admit it, we're doomed!"

"Yes, Ree, we're doomed."

"What you should do," I piped in shyly, "is chuck Arctic Monkeys and The Cranberries CDs at her."

Renae turned to me with an evil grin plastered on her face. Oh God, what have I done?

"How got grunge?" Gerard asked.

"Matt Potts. So at least he won't screw it up."

We were just about to the cafeteria when I heard it. More like heard him. Brent. He was yelling after us. One by one, we stopped walking and knew we couldn't stop what was about to happen.

"You little shithead, you just about displaced my nose." Brent was clearly addressing Andy, even though our backs were turned to him. Fear shot through me and I wanted to run, but was paralyzed were I stood.

"Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you." Brent forcefully grabbed onto Andy's shoulder, hard enough that I heard Andy almost whimper.

Gerard glanced at me, I gave him pleading eyes. Gerard's always been there to help Renae and I through any situation. I remember in eighth grade when he and Renae just started dating after being best friends for forever, he picked a fight with a guy that had been a dick to Renae all year. Of course Gerard lost and both of them were suspended for a week, but it was the fact that he was willing to stand up. But when we got to high school, that became more of a challenge as the torture worsened.

Gerard nodded his head slightly and stepped up, next to Andy.

"You gotta beat me up if you're going to touch him."

Brent cackled. "You're fucked up, Way. I advise you stay out of it, or I'll give you another shiner."

"Why don't you go fuck yourself?" Andy piped in.

"What'd you fucking say to me?" Brent snapped back at Andy. Brent's gaze averted to me as he grabbed onto my arm hard, making me clearly whimper as he pressed deeply into my flesh.

"Want me to beat your little bitch, too?" I finally looked over at him. He had a bandage on his nose, and is was clearly blueish. I guess Andy can hit harder than I thought.

"Hey! What's going on here?" Really, after years of this, a teacher comes to rescue once?

Brent let go of my arm swiftly, "Nothing, Mr. Hendrickson."

"I advise you all go to lunch."

He didn't have to tell us twice, as soon as the words left his mouth, we turned away from Brent and headed straight for the cafeteria. We went straight to our corner without a word. I think it was just a surprise to us all--well, maybe not Andy--that we got out unscathed.

I plopped down in my usual spot, only this time, Renae sat next to me, and Gerard sat across from her, next to Andy. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say Gerard likes having Andy around. He hasn't had a true guy friend for a while, they all left him when we got into high school, and then everyone started avoiding us. I'm glad we met Andy, because going off of what I learned about him during truth or dare, he's a lot similar to us.

"For the love of fuck, some people just need to shut the fuck up." Gerard said, turning around.

***

After school, we all went over to Renae's house. We always avoid going over to my house, so out lives pretty much consist of going over to Gee's on weekends and alternating to Renae's in the week. There's a very good reason for it, but I'd rather not explain it.

"Welcome to Le Renae's bitches." Renae said while playing with her left lip ring. "Straight jackets are to your left and music to your right."

"What kind of music?" Andy asked.

"PTV, SWS, Paramore, etc."

"Oooo we should put on some PTV." I said with excitement. Pierce the Veil is my favorite band, and truthfully, I have a weak spot for Vic. I also ship Kellic...do not judge me.

Renae walked over to her stack of CDs in the corner of the loft that we always conquered when we hung out here. "Which album, Cel?"

"A Flair for the Dramatic."

"How did I know?" Renae replied with sarcasm and grabbed the CD that has been played probably fifty million times. Surprisingly, the CD is still in perfect shape considering that we have to play it at least once every time I come over.

"Anyone up for would you rather?" Gerard asked, plopping onto the futon in the corner.

No one protested, because truthfully, we didn't know what else to do.

I claimed the loveseat for myself, but soon had to share it with Renae. I still claimed the whole thing though, and I spread my legs out and sat them on her lap. Renae and I tend to do this at her house, while Gerard takes the futon, but seeing that we added another person, he had to share it with Andy.

"Ladies first." Andy motioned to Renae and I. I glanced at her and she shrugged. I did not want to go first, I never want to go first, because I always blank, and Renae knows that. I urged her to go first.

She sighed. "Fine, Gee, " she began, catching his attention, "would you rather eat your own sperm or die a virgin?"

Looks like we're going for a dirty rout.

"Eat my own sperm." Gerard answered without missing a beat, and we all just erupted with laughter.

Gerard went bright red, and it only made his situation worse. "Next person please. Andy why don't you go?"

Once the laughter died down, Andy nodded and asked, "Renae," her head snapped in his direction, "would you rather...eat Celeste out or break up with Gerard?"

Her eyes went huge as she looked over at me, "Hope you wouldn't mind Cel, I'd rather eat you out."

Gerard laughed, "So we can get some girl on girl going on here?"

"Gee!" I exclaimed, but it was no use, him and Andy were laughing hysterically.

"Hey, Gerard, would you rather pierce your dick or drink a cup of Renae's period blood?"

Renae gave me a high five.

Gerard went blank. Is he actually thinking about it in depth? Then again, both would kind of suck.

"We're talking having it pierced for the rest of my life, right?" He asked. I nodded. "And just one cup, like in cooking, that kind of cup?" Again I nodded.

He looked at Renae, then down to his crotch. "Sorry little Gee, I'd pierce you."

Okay this is turning out a lot more fun than I expected.

"So...Celeste." Gerard said, "Would you rather have a one night stand with Vic Fuentes, or fuck Andy for the rest of your life?"

I froze. What would I choose? I actually have to think about this. I know I'm developing feelings for Andy...okay I actually just now have really accepted that concept. But I also have had a celebrity crush on Vic Fuentes for quite some time... Okay, this shouldn't be this hard. Who would I rather sleep with? That's what it all boils down to. Who would I rather lose my virginity to? Vic...or Andy?

"Uh...umm..." Pick one, Celeste. "Uh..." Just say one. Say one. Say one. "I would..." PICK ONE. "I would rather..."

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