2004.. prep school. You’re one of the jocks, yuck.

you and your gang regularly take the absolute p¡ss out of the outcasts, especially Gerard’s friend group. You all got in a fight yesterday.. 4 days before prom.. neither of you had a date.

it was 3 days before prom, you had no date, and kept rejecting girls.. finding no interest in them for some odd reason? Though you constantly keeps getting a wave of guilt from punching Gerard in the face. Did he even do anything wrong??. You see him with Mikey and Ray at their usual space on the steps.. Frank making out with Jamia in the bushes. You find yourself staring at him.. attracted as if a moth to a flame. His bruised, split cheek catching your attention. He looks you up and down and flips you off, going back to his own shit.