Happy endings are shit. There is no such thing as a happy ending. Besides, if there was, it would sooner or later end with murder, deception, or greed. Yep, there is no such thing as a happy ending. Ask me, I should know.

It all started on a rainy, dreary day. Just like today…

I brushed my wet hair out of my eyes and raised a hand to tug at my lip ring. Finally this little **** can leave. I rolled my eyes and gave my mum a look. "I'm still here, you know." She muttered something in return, but I couldn't make it out. I shook my head and adjusted my bag over my shoulder. I glanced over at her before backing up a few steps.

Mum looked at me through the car window. "All you have to do is go to the office and get your papers, alright?" she shouted, not wanting to roll the window down. And, without waiting for my reply, she drove away.

Hmm, no need to tell me to behave and use my "gift" wisely? Oh, wow, I guess she thinks I'm old enough to know better. I rolled my eyes, adjusted my bag again, and set off out of the parking lot.

I walked around campus, eyes wide, and mouth hanging open. I know I looked like a fucking idiot; other students didn't need to think that.

Belleville Academy. Sounds like a fancy place where people are all snobby and bitchy. This was mum's last resort. I was expelled from all my other schools. I guess people didn't like freaks. This school would probably be the same.

I found the main building and pushed through the door. It was extremely quiet in the building, which made me uneasy. I bit my lip and entered the main office. I looked around the big room. How can nobody be at the desk? I sighed and looked around the room once more before exiting the office.

I paced the hall, glancing every which way. I tugged on my lip ring again, bored. Screw this, I thought, shaking my head and starting out of the building.

I stopped when I heard a blood curling scream.

I jumped slightly and whipped my body around. Where was it coming from? I tried to find the source. I soon found it.

A woman in a nurse's uniform came running down the hallway. Her eyes were wide, she had a shocked expression on her face, and her annoying heels were clicking. As she passed me, I got a better look at her.

Her once white uniform was splattered with blood. It was as if Jason had taken his machete and split a person in half, and she was standing right beside them. Even a few tendrils of her blonde hair had blood caught in them. She was kinda cute, but that thought was driven out of my head by the cascade of the curses she had thought.

"Excuse me, but what happened?" I asked her. She simply ignored the fact that I was even standing there. Wow, I feel so needed here. I rolled my eyes. I started towards the exit again, despite the fact that I really wanted to see what the **** was happening.

My question was answered in the next minute or so.

A boy walked down the hallway. I would have guessed he was about my age. He had ink-black hair that went down to his jaw line. He had on a tight black t-shirt with a leather jacket. Both had blood splattered on them. I let my eyes travel down his body, seeing ripped up skinny jeans and worn out black Converse shoes. No blood on those.

As he walked closer, I saw that he had a smirk on his face, like he had done something right. He walked with earned confidence, and I couldn't help but wonder if he had caused all that blood to be on that nurse lady. I tried to enter his mind, only finding an obnoxious wave of victory.

He must have noticed me staring, because he whipped his head towards me and he instantly grinned like Cheshire fucking Cat. I felt myself blush, and I looked away. He laughed, but kept his stare on me. Aw, such a pretty face. Too bad, I might have to tear it up. I widened my eyes, and I looked up at the boy. He gave me a wink before disappearing into the office. I guess that answered a bit, but I was still confused.

I turned around and saw a man walking over towards me. I furrowed my eyebrows and licked my lips.

"Yes…?" I stared at him, narrowing my eyes. He slightly jumped when he saw what I looked like. Well, **** you, too.

"Who are you?" he asked, looking over me with a disgusted look on his face.

"New student," I told him, biting on my lip ring.

He looked me over me one more time before turning around. "Follow me." I obeyed without protest, already scared shitless by that boy.

The man led me into a room labeled "Mr. Harris, Principal." I glanced at the man and snorted. Him? Principal? Great. He stepped inside the room and took a seat behind a large desk. I stepped inside the room and looked to the left. There was already a person in the room sitting down, and it was the boy from the hall. He stared at me with a grin. I swallowed and sat down beside him. I drummed my fingers against the strap of my bag. I pressed my back to the chair and instantly smelt something good. I turned my head to the source, regretting even liking the smell. It was Cheshire Cat over there, legs stretched out, and arms behind head.

"So, what did I do wrong this time?" His tone was normal, even a bit lazy.

The man at the desk—Mr. Harris—cleared his throat, and he looked at the papers on his desk. He lifted one up and scanned it with beady eyes. He put it back on his desk and folded his hands over his lap. He sighed and looked over at Cheshire Cat.

"You got into a fight and injured Mr. Jones pretty badly. He's been taken to the hospital."

Cheshire laughed and licked his lips. "Hah. Really? That bad?" He shook his head, laughing. I couldn't help but gawk at him. He was amused.

Mr. Harris glared at him. "If you were any other student, you would be instantly expelled." He sighed, rubbing at his forehead. He licked his lips and looked back at the boy. "But since your family has donated incredible amounts of money to this school, I'm afraid I can't expel you."

The boy that I called Cheshire grinned. "Tough luck, isn't it?" He smiled, the words rolling of his tongue. I watched him talk, finding it interesting. He noticed me watching him. He turned his head, staring at me. I quickly looked away, blushing again. What a cute little ****. I lowered my head, blushing even harder. I heard him laugh.

Mr. Harris cleared his throat. "You"—he motioned his head towards me—"you're a new student?" I slowly nodded. I could feel Cheshire's eyes burn through my skin. Hell, why am I even giving him a nickname?" Mr. Harris carefully watched us. "You can room with Mr. Way, here." He nodded towards Cheshire. His eyes widened.

"What? You can't do that!" He shot up from his chair, yelling at Mr. Harris. "My father made sure I would keep my room to myself!"

Mr. Harris slowly shook his head. "Your father says you having a roommate will be good for your health."

Cheshire's face dropped, a tint of betrayal was in it. "**** father!"

Mr. Harris hardly winced by the profanity. He shook his head again. "End of discussion. You will have Mr."—he looked at the papers in front of him—"Iero as your roommate. Now, leave my office." He waved a hand at his door, signaling us to leave. Cheshire rolled his hazel eyes and stalked out of the room. I stuck around for a bit, getting my papers.

When I returned, Cheshire Cat was waiting for me. "Finally," he muttered, starting to walk off. I hurried to catch up with him. I tried to keep in step with him. He glanced at me, his smile gone. Cheshire was stored away for now. "I'm Gerard," he said, looking ahead.

I looked up at him, smiling a bit. "Frank," I said simply.

He glanced down at me. He narrowed his eyes. He turned on his heel, towering over me. I looked up at him, whimpering a bit. "If you ever get in my way while we live together, I swear I'll kick your scrawny white ***." He grimaced and turned away. I pushed through his mind, only reading thoughts of anger and a bit of lust. My eyes widened. Lust? I tried to search deeper into his mind. The anger overlapped his lust. Was he trying to hold back something?

I shook my head. If he wanted to be enemies, then we will. I bared my teeth. "No problem."

I followed Cheshire—Gerard—all throughout campus; I was starting to get annoyed with this kid. If your room was the biggest on campus, shouldn't it be in plain sight for everyone to gawk at? I guess people here liked to keep their rich kids out of normal view. I shook my head, looking down. I suddenly stopped when I ran into Gerard's back. He grimaced and slightly growled. My eyes widened. If that little shit bothers me one more time…

He shook his head and stared at the rather large building in front of him. My eyes widened again, and my mouth fell open. He slowly nodded. "Yeah, this is my dorm." He raised a hand to scratch at his head. He shook his head. "Good thing it's big. I don't want to see your face," he hissed, glaring at me. Ungrateful, f**k.

I narrowed my eyes at him and started to walk again. I walked ahead of Gerard and headed towards the dorm building. I stopped at the door, waiting for the other to unlock it.

"Hurry the hell up!" I shouted, getting on his nerves.

I heard him scream inside his head, but he simply walked up to the door and unlocked it. I was surprised by his gentle approach to my profanity. Hell, I didn't even care what he done. I shook my head. Why was I lying to myself? I was interested in this dark and forbidden creature. I muttered to myself as I entered the dorm.

As soon as I had a good look around, I froze in amazement. Damn… From where I was standing, I could see the entrance to two bedrooms, a kitchen, and what I thought was a library. I was in the living room. I was impressed. No wonder he wanted all this to himself. I shook my head, taking myself out of my trance and started towards the room to the right. But, apparently, Gerard didn't sit well with that.

"Don't you f**king dare go any closer to my room!" He took two long strides to reach where I was. He stepped in front of me, blocking my way. He's already getting in the goddamn way. "Your room's over there," he said, looking over at the doorway to the opposite room.

I narrowed my eyes. "Sorry," I hissed. I whipped around and stalked over to the room Gerard had shown. I flashed a glare at him before going into my new room, shutting the door behind me

I flicked on the light switch beside the door, and my jaw dropped again. In the center of the room was a large double bed. In the corner of the room were a closet and a large desk, complete with a laptop and a small bookcase beside it. The only thing the room was missing was a bathroom. Great.

I rolled my eyes and started unpacking. I could tell this was going to be so much fun. I placed my school papers on my desk, next to the laptop. I sighed. Why the **** did he need a big dorm like this? I asked myself. I shook my head and threw my now empty bag onto the ground. I sighed again and stuffed my hands in my pockets. I walked out of the room.

I will update soon..

*secret fact about this story at the end*

The whole dorm was dead silent, now. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked around. Did he disappear? Oh, God, please. I shook my head again. I turned towards the room that reminded me of a library and entered it.

It was dead silent, too. The walls were lined with bookshelves that were filled with books. I nodded my head in approval until my eyes rested on someone in the corner. I soon recognized that someone to be Gerard.

That boy must have immediately changed as soon as we parted ways, because, now, he was in black sweatpants and no shirt. His hair looked uncombed, and it looked like he had run his fingers through it too much. He was sitting in one of the lounge chairs. He had one of his legs pulled up to his chest; the other was stretched out in front of him. A sketchbook was propped up on his knee, a pencil bouncing off his bottom lip. I slightly smiled. I had to admit, he looked pretty damn adorable.

I leaned against the doorframe, hoping for Gerard not to notice me. I searched in his mind, only finding thoughts of annoyance and boredom. I shook my head and sighed. Gerard's eyes widened, and he whipped his head up. I didn't mean for my sigh to be that loud. He stood up suddenly, face red. "What the hell are you doing?" I opened up my mouth to say something, but Gerard rose up a hand. "You know what? Don't even answer that." He grabbed his sketchbook and hurried out of the room, bumping into me. He muttered an apology and hurried into his room, slamming the door shut.

I furrowed my eyebrows. What the ****? I looked at the room he had disappeared into. Shit, he didn't need to see me in my thinking state. I hate having a roommate already.

I shook my head. He is such a fucked up man. I started my way out of the room until I saw a paper in the doorway. I furrowed my eyebrows and bent over, picking it up. I straightened it out in front of me. On it was a drawing of a girl in a black and red dress. She was sitting down and looking to the side. I bit my lip and cocked my head. Beside the girl were the words 'So Long and Goodnight'. It was written in scrawny and messy handwriting. I looked back at the drawing. Did Gerard draw this? It was really good.

I gripped the picture in my hand and carried it back to my new room. I sighed and looked around. Better not get close to this school. I may not be here for long. I looked down at the picture in my hand again.

Maybe I actually wanna stay this year.

#THE NAME OF CHARECTERS IN THIS NOVEL ARE FROM A BAND CALLED "MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE" *-*