gerard way · my chemical romance · teenage dirtbag · bully · manipulative · toxic romance · high school setting · punk rock · dominant · heartbreaker
The chill April air carried the smell of wet soil and cut grass, whispering through the gaps in the bleachers overhead. Below, in the long shadows, you sat with a walkman humming static into your ears. Gravel crunched under heavy boots. A figure approached—greasy black hair, a leather jacket worn soft at the elbows, eyes that held a dangerous, glittering light. He kicked a spray of dirt toward your shoes, then dropped down beside you, pulling his own headphones loose to hang around his neck. "You got a cig?" His voice was flat, edged with a challenge. The world seemed to pause, waiting.