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Ever since you enrolled in a school known for shitbags who start fights, you tried your best to earn a reputation as the only person who cares about people, but little did you know, it would be the hardest thing you've attempted to accomplish.
Instead, people now know you as the bitchy, stuck-up asshole. You picked fights and talked shit about people (who deserved to be shit-talked), for example, a group of guys who had it out for you since day one. They made fun of your appearance and the way you acted. You kept your confident persona up, of course, acting like their words didn't get to you, but oh, they did. Your afterschool activities consisted of crying, throwing shit, and crying once more. Luckily, you had some friends to help you through the day, they were funny, like you.
But you were the "dumb" one of the group, well, you acted dumb, but you were very smart, you just didn't care much for school. Almost everyone hated you, or they didn't know you who were. Most people knew you as (F/N)'s sister, your best friend since third grade. Obviously, they weren't your sibling, you both looked nothing alike, but you liked lying to people, saying you were step-siblings.
Everyone loved (F/N), even though they somehow dated half the school. So that's why most people knew you as their sibling, increasing your popularity every time they tell someone something funny you did or a good moment with you.
Unfortunately, (F/N) was friends with the group of boys who mocked you. (F/N) threatened to beat them up a couple of times if they talked shit about you, but of course, it didn't stop them.
You sighed as you kicked the rocks below your feet, it was way too hot to walk home, but you didn't have a car, or anyone to pick you up. (F/N) walked beside you, going on about something her new boyfriend of 2 days did, acting all giddy. Some days they were like this, but definitely not all of them. Most days, they were crying uncontrollably because of something stupid, like how their boyfriend made them jealous on purpose or how they broke up with someone after a week of dating someone.
You've never dated anyone, you've had your first kiss, sure, but that was middle school during seven minutes of heaven. And also, that was when almost nobody hated you, so you had an advantage. Truth be told, you had no interest in dating anyone. Everyone at your school sucked, well almost everyone, but the people who didn't suck, you had never talked to in your life, and you were not about to start a random conversation.
You made a disgusted face as (F/N) went on about their oh-so-great love life. They gave you a jokingly glare, making you roll your eyes. "Can you hang out today?" you asked them, "Not sure, I think Alex is taking me out on a date," they respond cheekily.
Alex was an asshole, that's all you could describe him as. You knew him in 4th grade, but then you moved, and then you moved back. He was never a good person honestly, he was always a class clown, somehow making everyone laugh with his cringe jokes that made you wanna jump off a cliff. And oh how he loved calling you names, he used the same insults every day, "fat bitch" or "pimple-face" come on, if you're gonna mock someone at least do it right, it was getting sickening, honestly. One day, you decided to respond unlike your usual judgemental look, ending with you giggling and walking away. "Can you please use anything else, it's an automated comment at this point," you told him, he looked caught off guard, but of course, he just had to bite back, "Don't wanna make you cry,". You give him a fake smile, "Sure," you said before walking off, laughing to yourself.
"I don't like your friends or your boyfriend," you told (F/N), making them roll their eyes. "Yeah because you're an asshole," they responded, laughing to themselves. You were an asshole, you would be the first to admit it, but they were worse than you.
The next day you miserably found yourself at your locker, placing your stuff in it and shutting it loudly, obviously pissed off. Once you closed your locker, you took a glance to the side, noticing an open locker, with tons of stickers of your favorite bands on it. In front of the open locker, was a guy you'd never seen before, and wow, he was surprisingly cute.
He had black long hair, wearing a school uniform that looked amazing on him. He was covering the lower half of his face with his forearm, quickly rummaging through the stuff in his locker, as if he was looking for something.
Why not start a conversation with him? You thought, so that's what you did, "You're into smashing pumpkins?" you directly ask him, making him twist his head to you to take a glance at you, going back to his task in front of him as he responded, "Yeah, why? You like them?" he questioned, making you hum and nod. You really wanna continue talking to him, so you ask him the next thing that comes to mind. "You good?", he uncovers his face, revealing a bloody nose, making you hiss at the sight. "Jeez, what happened? Here lemme get something," you ask before looking in your locker for a box of tissues, finding them and pulling one out before stepping closer to place it on his nose gently. "Here, just hold that there," you tell him, waiting for his response as he places his hand over the tissue, holding it to his nose. "I um, got into a pretty bad fight with this group of guys," he says, slightly embarrassed and pissed off at the same time.
You sigh, "When will people ever get a break from their bad boy angst," you huff out, "We gotta get you to the nurse,". He shakes his head rapidly, "Your nose might be broken we have to get you help," you state to him, trying to convince the bleeding man. "I'm not starting anything else, it'll stop eventually," he says assuringly. You shake your head at him, pulling his free arm to drag him to the nurse's office.
He doesn't fight it it was like he was just following you, letting you grab his arm.
The nurse checks his nose out and agreed to let him stay there until the end of the day, asking you if you wanted to stay with him. You look at the male, now sitting on a bed, and he shrugs at you. "Sure, I'll stay with him," you tell the nurse sweetly, nodding your head. Once the nurse walks out of the room, you sit on the bed in front of him.
"So... what's your name?" you question him in an attempt to spark another conversation with him, "Gerard, what's yours?" he responds, leaning against the wall while sitting down, letting his hand lay limp between his legs. "I'm (Y/N), you're new here, right?" you allured. He nods his head in response, tilting his chin up slightly, making it look like he's peering down at you. "So why are you getting into fights with people already?" you ask while grinning, "I didn't even do anything, I got shoved into a corner before class, so I did what I had to do," he replies annoyed, not at you though.
You nod slowly, "Those guys are total dicks, you're not the only one getting shoved," you sigh, getting comfortable in your seat on the bed, and crisscrossing your legs. "Really? They start shit with you too? But you seem so nice," he looks genuinely appalled as if you're the sweetest thing in the world. "I'm not, just how I lure people in," you say jokingly with an evil grin on your face, leaning towards Gerard. "Could've fooled me," he answers, copying your movements, inching closer towards you. You giggle and shoot your head back, making both you and Gerard laugh like maniacs. What you guys were laughing at? Well, you didn't know, and you were sure he didn't know either.
"I think they just mock us 'cause we're alone most of the time," you state while staring down at the sheets, fiddling them between your fingers. He knew what you were getting at, you looked up at him sneakily, praying he would get what you were saying. "Is that so? If only we had someone to be with us at all times," he says jokingly with a smirk, you giggle to yourself before standing up, heading over to his bed, and plopping down next to him.
"So how are we gonna do this?" you inquire, looking up at him. His thoughts buffer for a second at your sudden closeness, letting you continue. "Like a couple thing? Or ..." you trail off, quickly shutting yourself up before you could say anything more embarrassing. Gerard takes a deep breath, "I'm cool with it if you are," he states, trying desperately to hide his flustered smile.
"Okay, then maybe ... we should ... you know ..." you say sheepishly, trying to hint at something. But Gerard, oblivious as ever, raises an eyebrow at you, confused. "... practice ... you know! Like acting like a couple," you say quickly before he could get the wrong idea. You see a dark blush grow on his pale cheeks, eyes wide, feeding your sudden boldness.
You smile at him while all he could do is nod, "Alrighty then," you say excitedly as you straddle his lap, making yourself taller than Gerard. You brush the hair out of his face, pushing it behind his ear as he stares up at you intently, too shy to say anything. "You're very ... pretty ..." you mutter, half hoping he wouldn't hear it, but he did, making him squirm underneath you. "I've uhm ... never kissed anyone before," he says shyly, unable to make eye contact with you. "Technically I haven't either, you sure you want me to be your first?" you ask, making him nod eagerly. You smile at him, feeling honored to be his first kiss, "What about you? You sure you want me to be yours?" he questions, emphasizing the "me" in the question. "Of course," you reply, making him blush even harder.
You take a deep breath, hoping to retrieve your boldness from before. "You ready?" you question him, asking for permission to kiss him. He hums in approval, eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes as you smirk at him with nothing but pure love. You inch closer, feeling his breath through his nose fan your lips, looking at his before planting yours on them. It was a quick, but gentle kiss. You both smile once you pull back, "See? That wasn't so bad," you say jokingly with a smirk, cupping his face with your hands. He laughs loudly, "One more, but longer this time, kay?" you say, earning a nod in return. Just as before, you inch closer to him, only this time he copies your movements, letting his hands rub at your waist. Your mouths meet, only deeper this time as you savor the feeling of his mouth latching onto yours.
Surprisingly, he takes the lead this time, pushing his tongue past your lips, letting it explore your mouth intently. You groan in his mouth, causing a suddenly pleased hum from him. Eventually, he pulls back for air, you both panting loudly as he presses his forehead against yours. "You sure you've never kissed anyone before?" you question, making him smirk before answering, "Yeah, people don't like me,". "I like you," you respond.
He kisses you again, smiling against your lips when you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him even closer, twisting your head so his wrapped broken nose doesn't meet yours.
Shallow kisses soon turn into a heated make-out session that had you both going absolutely insane.
It wasn't until you felt pleasure in your lower abdomen that you realized what you were both doing, you were both unknowingly grinding on each other. You whined at the feeling of his clothed erection hitting your covered cunt every time you lowered yourself on him, making his hands grip your hips in an attempt to pull you down harder. Both of you were getting closer and closer to climax with each rut of your hips, and the current place you both were in made it all feel even better.
Your tongues slide against each other one last time before you both reach your climax, feeling wetness grow in your pants. You both gasp for air as you embrace each other tightly, only looking down at the mess you both made in your pants when the wetness grew uncomfy.
"Fuck ... we have to get these clean before the end of the school day, can't go home with a cum stain in my pants," he states annoyingly while chuckling to himself, making you laugh. You both create an amazing idea, coming up with a plan to spill water on your pants, to cover up the very obvious cum stain, and tell the office you both accidentally spilled water on each other during lunch, sure, it looked like you both pissed your pants, but you didn't smell like piss so hopefully, people wouldn't get the wrong idea.
The office gave you both clean pants, they were suspicious at the fact you somehow spilled the water right between your legs, but they didn't ask any questions. You spend the rest of the day laying with him in the nurse's office, his nose was perfectly fine at this point, you both just wanted a reason to skip class - and to hang out with each other. You both exchanged numbers before parting ways to head to your homes, and of course, you told (F/N) all about it, well, not about the dry-humping part but the cute parts, like how pretty he looked when you were about to kiss him, or how funny he was and how you connected with him instantly. She looked sick to her stomach, "Now you know how I feel when you tell me about your precious Alex," you say to her to prove a point, making her punch you in the arm jokingly.
The next day, both you and Gerard made a point to get very touchy when the group of guys came around, sweet but sensual kisses, making out against the lockers in between classes, sitting on his lap at lunch. Sure, the group obviously pointed it out mockingly, but it only made you both laugh. As fun as it was, you found yourself resisting the urge to let him sneak a hand up your skirt, or grinding against his knee when he placed it between your legs during heated make-out sessions. To put it simply, you were horny, very horny. All day you were suffering, making it very painful to feel him subtly brush his hand against your arm, or when his hands snaked up your body. You shivered under every touch he made, all you wanted to do was rip his clothes off and take him right then and there, not caring who is watching.
But sadly, this wasn't some porno where you could just have sex in front of hundreds of people without them caring. And he knew that, although he proved otherwise in science.
You both were sharing a lab table, and truth be told, you were seconds away from falling asleep, the science teacher's voice was soothing somehow. But just as you were about to lay your head against the table, you felt a warm hand on your thigh. You peer up at Gerard unpleased, but not stopping him either. He looks at you confused but very obviously trailing his hand up your skirt in a way that sent shivers up your spine. He continued staring at the board, seeming like he was paying attention, but little did the teacher know, Gerard was rubbing his fingers against your panty-covered heat. You bite your lip, praying to whoever that you wouldn't accidentally rut against his fingers and draw attention to you both.
Before you know it, he's pulling your panties down to your thighs, his hand finding its way back up to your bare cunt. You bite back a moan as he rubs at your clit with his thumb, making quick work with his fingers as he pushes one inside of you, making you gulp and your eyes grow wide. He pushes it in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, burying your face in your arms to hide your very pleased facial expressions.
You decide to give him the same treatment, taking one arm out from under you and the desk, tapping on his belt, and signaling for him to take it off. He complies almost immediately, adding another finger inside of you as he unbuckles his belt with his free hand in one swift motion. Once his belt is unbuckled, he lifts his hips off the seat, pretending he's adjusting in his seat, when in all reality, you're tugging his pants down to his knees. You feel his erection in your hand, beginning to move it up and down slowly as you become desperate for climax, thighs squeezing around his hand between your legs.
You look up at him from your arm, seeing his eyes squeezing shut, making it painfully obvious that he's gonna come at any moment. You speed up your movements, and so does he, rapidly moving his thumb against your clit, trying desperately to not jerk up into your hand.
You both give in, mouths falling agape as you both come on each other's hands messily, leaving a sticky mess between your legs and on your hands. He looks at you with worry, in a "what the fuck do we do about this mess," type of way. You look at him assuringly, sneakily licking the hand you just jerked him off with, clearing any sign of a sticky mess. You pick up your pencil and drop it under the table, making it look like an accident before pulling your panties up without anyone knowing and getting under the table, and quickly licking his cock clean, making him bite back a moan.
While under the table, you stuff his dick back in his pants, earning a soft rub on your head before retrieving your pencil and getting back up in your chair.
Of course, you notice the not-so-subtle stares you got when you both walked out of the classroom, especially the suspicious glares from the group of guys. You make a point to laugh loudly when Gerard stares back at the group while licking his fingers clean from your juices cockily, making you heat up. You see the group of guys become shocked, looking weirded out before walking off.
You and Gerard soon became an actual couple, not just kissing in front of people to prove a point, but going out on actual dates, or just staying in with him while watching a cheesy horror movie.
You really enjoyed his company, and to be truly honest, if it weren't for the group of guys, you wouldn't be in such a great relationship.
You still hated their guts, though.