Words Mean Nothing.

Frank Iero sulked into his detention seat with a heart heaving sigh. Here is where he would sit for the next 3 and a half hours. He glared out the window next to him out at the snowing school grounds. He watched the lucky, laughing kids walk to their buses throwing snowballs at one another, and chasing their friends around the school yard. How he longed to be out there and have friends so he too, could do those childish things. He would probably never get that lucky.

The door opened and in piled more kids ready for their 3 and half hours of hell, like frank. Frank cuddled closer to the heater and put his head down on his desk. Frank was always cold. Whenever he got his chance to sit next to a heater Frank would take it without hesitation. A slam of the door startled everyone in the class, and Frank's eyes darted up towards the door where Gerard Way's red head had just appeared. Gerard's head moved as his eyes scouted the room finally landing on Frank. A smile spread across his sinister face and in seconds he had darted over to plot down next to Frank.

"Well, Well, Well." He started putting an extra emphasis on each of his 'w's. "If it isn't Belleville High's resident gaylord. What are you doing in here? Fuck the entire football team? It wouldn't surprise me. That William's has always come off a little fruity to me." Frank glared up at Gerard Way sitting backwards in the desk in front of him.

"Why do you care, asshole?" Frank sneered back without breaking eye contact with Gerard's hazel eyes. Truth is, Frank was scared shitless. All Gerard had to do was decide that he wanted to beat Frank up, and Frank would probably never be heard from again. Frank's mind screamed for him to back down, like a dog running away with his tail between his legs. Who was Frank trying to kid here? Everyone in Belleville High knew that he had no balls when it came to Gerard's bullying. Pushing back his mind's hopeless pleas Frank scowled at Gerard.

Noticing Frank's change in character from just second's earlier, Gerard grabbed the desk next to Frank and pushed it against Frank's desk; blocking the only exit Frank had to escape if necessary.

Frank was panicing silently, he really was going to get it this time, wasn't he?

"You got quite the sharp tongue there, don't you. Like daggers." Gerard grinned at Frank. "I like that."

Frank gulped, staring up into the face of Gerard he grimaced, snarling: "Fuck off of me."

Gerard's eyes faced and he was scowling again. Frank noticed the sudden change, and was taken aback. Had Gerard actually wanted to talk to him? Was that his way of being nice to Frank?

"Oh, I wouldn't want to even if I could, babe." Gerard grinned. "You just make it sooooo enjoyable."

The wink Gerard gave Frank sent a chill through his stomach. Feeling suddenly nauseous he ignored Gerard burying his head in his messenger bag atop his desk.

It was going to be a looooong detention.