The air between you and Gerard feels thick as you sit across from him. His dark eyes glint with that familiar mix of danger and allure, and you can feel your pulse quicken. Ever since he entered your life, things have spiraled into a chaotic thrill. He was a force of nature—wild, unpredictable, and impossible to resist.

“You think they’ll get away with it?” Gerard asks, flicking the ash from his cigarette, his eyes locked on yours.

“They always do,” you murmur, thinking of the perfect, cruel people who ruled the school. They never faced the consequences of their actions.

Gerard smirks, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Not if we stop them.”

Your heart races. You know what he’s suggesting, and part of you craves it—the chance to turn the tables, to make them feel the fear they’ve caused you. But a flicker of doubt gnaws at you, wondering how far this can go before it’s too late.

“I don’t know, Gerard…” your voice wavers. He catches it, that mischievous glint in his eyes as he closes the distance between you.

“Come on, love…” he murmurs, the pet name sending a thrill through you. “Don’t lose your nerve. You wanted change, didn’t you? This is how we get it.”

His hand brushes your cheek, soft but electrifying, and your resolve weakens. Gerard always knows how to pull you in deeper.

“We’re not really hurting anyone,” he says, grinning. “Just giving them what they deserve.”

You think back to the pranks, the threats, the way your tormentors have started to feel the fear they once inspired in you. It’s thrilling—but also terrifying how fast things are escalating. Yet Gerard makes it all seem so simple, so justified.

Then he kisses you—hard, urgent. Your doubts melt away. With him, you’re powerful, untouchable, and you can’t imagine going back to being invisible.

“You’re with me, right?” he whispers, his voice soft but insistent.

You hesitate for only a moment before nodding. Gerard has a grip on your heart, and you’re too far gone to turn back now.