Oh How I Hate You, Mr. Iero.

HELLOO. Okay, so, sorry guys. I know I'm not uplaoding this story as much as I should be, but I promise you that it'll be way more speedy from now on. I have ideas and shit, so hopefully things'll go smoothly.

I'm going to make Bottom of The Highschool Foodchain and this story right here, my top priorities. When I'm done with those, I'll move onto the others. 

Sound fair?

By the way, I HAVE CHANGED GERARD'S HOUSE INTO A BLOCK OF APARTMENTS. I'M TOO LAZY TO ACTUALLY GO BACK AND EDIT THE OTHER CHAPTER.

Anywho, one more favour to ask of you. Seeing as you guys are so amazing and stuff, I want you to tell me who..what the fuck is her name again...I'm writing so many stories I get mixed up...

Oh yeah, Raine. Gimme a vote on who you want Raine to fuc- Get with. And I'll take it into consideration.

ONWARDS, TO VICTORY!

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Groaning, I felt a torturous throb in my head that ceased to leave me the fuck alone. I knew then that I was completely hungover, and my mind was a little foggy and clouded over from the previous night's events. I kept my eyes closed, for I just wanted to relax for a second and allow my splitting head to even remotely feel better. Taking a deep breath in, I decided to roll over onto my side. 

What I felt next scared the shit out of me.

A strong, musky smell filled my senses, and the last time I checked, my bed didn't have a manly scent. At all. Freaking out a little on the inside, I panicked even more as I felt my head rising up and down on someone's chest. 

Fuckety, fuckety, fuck fuck fuck.

I gulped, then slowly opened my eyes. They soon widened to around the size of dinner plates, before I screamed loudly and a little too high for my liking. Tangling myself up in the sheets as I had a seizure, the guy next to me shot up and knocked his forehead right onto mine.  

"FUCK!" He yelled, immediately smacking his hands onto his face. 

I wriggled around, clutching my face aswell. But things didn't turn out too good for me, 'cause before I knew it, I'd fallen off the very end of the tiny single bed. My ass decided to let me know that I definitely wouldn't be sitting down for the next week atleast.

"Oh sweet baby Jesus..." I groaned, rolling on the ground, dragging the bed sheets along with me. 

The guy meanwhile, had scrambled up from his bed and was shooting me seriously puzzled look. He then wandered over to his bed, where he perched on the edge and put his head in his hands. The guy looked to be around my age, and I had to admit that he was pretty fuckin' fine.

I didn't mind waking up with a stranger so much, now.

Dammit, Raine. You crazy bitch.

I then decided to ask the most important question in life.

"Who the fuck are you?" I blurted out, sounding a little too rude for my liking. But hey, I had a hangover, give me a break.

The guy raised his head, and arched a dark eyebrow at me. He seemed to have regained his composure, and I had this weird longing to know what his voice sounded like. I hoped to God that it wasn't one of those awkward moments when the person's voice didn't match them at all.

Actually that would be pretty funny.

"I'm Gerard." He answered simply, and I swear, his voice was like pure heaven.

His name suited him, too.

I blinked for a couple of seconds, reaching out to scratch my mop of black hair. That was when everything from the night before surged back to me. It was hazy, but I could still manage to make something of it.

Everything from stumbling out of that bar, getting kicked out of my house, and then finally climbing into bed with Gerard the handsome stranger that went to my school.

Unnoticed. Invisible.

I was snapped out of my trance by Gerard's voice ringing in my ears. It took me a couple of seconds to actually register what he was trying to say to me.

"D'you remember anything from last night?" He spoke out to me, raking a hand through his jet black hair worriedly.

"Yeah...And by the looks of things, we probably had a great fucking time," I actually let out this seriously  girly giggle, which surprised me 'cause I never did that when sober, "d'you remember anything?" I asked him, interuppting Gerard from his low, incredibly hot chuckle.