Hunting Down Born Killers (Gerard Way)

The person that sits acrossfrom you in class. No, not the one that wears the tiny glasses and glares at you all the time, that other guy. The one that doesn't notice you. Yeah. You love him, don't you? Well... maybe not love, but something right up close to it.
They say college is the worst place to find love. I don't know why. Maybe because we're ready to go our seperate ways after fours years. Maybe you just heard wrong.
That guy you've been watching for the entire semester twitches in his chair. You don't realize why until you see the teacher snaping at him for not paying attention. They still do that once you're out of High School, sadly. That guy or... Gerard as he's been called leans back in his cheap comunity college bought chair.
Out of the corner of his eyes he sees you staring. You aren't a smart kid. You keep looking in the same direction. Finally he turns his full attention to you and winks. You feel heat rising to your cheeks and do all you can to stop it. The last thing you need is to look rediculous in front of him.
The bell rings, signalling the last class of the semester. You realize you'll probably never see his dark mop of hair again. You sigh as you collect your stuff, standing up only to knock into someone. You look up and see his face.
You want to run away somewhere safe. You know he isn't safe. Love can be blind, though.
You stand there looking into his deep brown eyes, wishing you were him. If you were him you would be better. He has friends. He has family that loves him and accepts him. His life isn't nearly as exciting as yours.
This college isn't big. Everyone has a chance to learn eachother's name. Gerard leans down to where you have an ounce of hope he'll kiss you. He doesn't.
There's something in his eyes right now that tell you he's up to no good. You like that, though. You know you shouldn't. Your to far gone to care. As far as your concerned there aren't many options left for you anyway.
Your lost in the prison of your mind thinking about the past, present,and future. Eventually it's all jumbled up and your justtrapped inside your body, lookingfor release.Gerard leans down, somehow seeing the troubled side start to take over.
He's the saviour, you think. He's the one that'll get me through it all. The kiss that wasn't a kiss, merely him leaning into your ear ends like this, "I found this the other day," and then he hand you your journal.
The journal you didn't know you lost. The journal with all yours fear and darkest secrets. He notices you face paling and puts on a look of sympathy. "You're quite an interesting person... Frankie." The way he said your name sent shivers down your spine.
As soon as your sure he'll destroy you he envolpes you into a hug, breaking away before you can cherish the moment. He looks in your eyes; something people can rarely do these days and the last thing he says to you is, "Take care of yourself."
Then he's gone. Like so many times before.