Vic's P.O.V

Walking down the hall of my high school is like you're walking down the hall of an unstable prison. This is not something anyone should have to do. I honestly feel bad for the few teenagers that get held back.

I opened my locker, shoving my entire bag in it and slamming it shut.

"Thanks man, you're a life saver." And there he is, the life saver. Always seeming to save peoples lives, I guess? Casually averting my eyes away from the all to good looking Kellin Quinn, I continued walking towards Mr. Way's room. Wait, What? Good looking? No.

Conversations were flaring up all around me. Taylor and Jenna were gossiping about catching Alex and Jack making out against the lockers after school. Teachers rushing by, talking about Ronnie being caught with weed again. Austin confessing his undying love to Alan. Mike yelling at Matty, Jaime, and Tony.. Nothing new today..

After eavsedropping on everyone, I rushed to the music room, where I basically live during school.

"Vic!" Mr. Way screeched, tackling me in a hug. Mr. Way was the inspiration.

"Hi." I coughed out, fixing my shirt after he detached himself from me.

"Gerard, leave the poor kid alone." Mr. Iero laughed from the desk he was sitting at. Mr. Iero was the role model. Mr. Way scoffed, "He loves it."

Since Mr. Way and Iero taught the music class, and that's where I always was, we became friends.. Kinda? Was it wrong to be friends with a teacher?

"Well, Vic we're going to be right back." Mr. Way spoke, picking up his coat. "We have to go to a meeting real quick." Mr. Iero finished for him as they walked out the door, not waiting for my response.

I sighed over-dramatically, hoping that they'd hear me from the other side of the door. Eyeing the guitar in the corner of the room, I giggled intensly. I pulled up a stool and softly strummed the guitar.

-Slight time skip to like three minutes later-

'Have you ever really danced on the edge?

All right, then, just tell me so

Have you ever really danced on the edge?

Just hold my hand and jump

And bright lights mean nothing to you

'Cause no one would know the sound of a ghost

Oh, no one would know the sound of a ghost.'

"Wow, didn't know you were that suicidal. Why would you want to jump off an edge? Why would you want someone to jump with you, too. That's weird. Oh my god are you homocidal also?!"

This is the life saver?

"That's not what it's about." I hissed, putting the guitar down.

"I have no doubt that I'm right," He snorted. I bit my tongue to keep from going off on him. "Anyway, where's Way? I need to talk to him."

"He went out, he'll be back later, you can go now." I almost feel rude. Key word, almost. I feel like should change his label. He isn't a life saver, he's rude. Yeah there we go, The Rude Brat. That's better.

"Well that's mean.." He mumbled under his breath.

"Did I say that out loud?" He ignored my question.

"If you're gonna label people than I'm going to give you the label, The Labeler." He giggled. He giggled.

This cannot be the Life Saver.