“H-Hi, Gee-rard…Gerard,” I stammer, calling him ‘Gee’, the nickname that only his friends call him, great, we can count that as punch one. Gerard lets a soft chuckle erupt past his beautiful pink lips; they look so soft and I wish that he would use them in a different way to when he shouts abuse at me… No, Frank, focus.

“Geerard?” he questions before exploding into laughter. “Wow, Fairy, for such a genius… You are really fucking stupid!” he laughs. “Geerard, oh my God, you sounded really fucking spazzy then! You are such a retard, Fairy!!!” he continues to laugh. Fuck sake, he is such an arsehole!

“Stop fucking calling me that!” I snap as I stand up. Yep, I’m demonstrating full sass because I must subconsciously have a desire to be beaten to death. And of course this causes Gerard’s gorgeous laughter to cease completely.

“What, Fairy?” he mocks. “Or what, Frank, huh, what will you do if I don’t stop?” he growls, standing and glaring down at me. Fuck me, his eyes are so perfect. I can see into his soul and I can see that he isn’t really such an arsehole on the inside, it is just a demeanor. I notice that I have in fact been staring into his hazel orbs for about twenty seconds and, it may not seem like a long time but really, that is far too long. Did I want him knowing that I fucking love him? I’m such a dick.

“That’s what I thought!” Gerard spits venomously. “Now sit down and make me smart!” he orders and, being as pathetic as I am, I do exactly as he says. I pull out text book, two pens and some paper. I hand some paper and a pen to Gerard before opening the text book.

“So, umm, Gerard…” I murmur and look up at him; even though we are both sitting down he is still a few inches taller than me. He looks down at me expectantly, what is he expec… Oh right, I’m in the middle of a fucking sentence. “Umm… What exactly are you… Finding difficulty with?” I stammer; wow, Frankie, so smooth.

“Algebra,” he answers. Wow, Gee... I mean Gerard... useful. I sigh and, he clearly finds this offensive because, he slams his hands onto the desk. “WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SIGHING!?” he shouts at me. Fuck, I always make him angry, I wish he liked me. FUCK! FRANK! FOCUS! STOP DAYDREAMING, HE MIGHT HIT YOU IF YOU DON’T ANSWER IN THE NEXT TEN SECONDS!

“Algebraisabigtopic,” I rush. He furrows his eyebrows, okay, maybe I spoke to fast. I clear my throat. “Algebra is a big topic, it contain very many different things and I need to know where to start because I can’t just teach you all of algebra,” I explain, sounding self-conceded. “Yunno?” I add, yep, great Frank, that is going to make it sound so much better. Smooth as fuck.

“Umm,” Gerard begins pulling his lips taught in thought; aww, he looks so fucking adorabl… No, stop it, Frank, focus for fucks sake! “I guess that I struggle with the bimonals,” He says, making it sound like more of a question.

“Do you mean Binomials?” I ask as kind as I can, I wouldn’t want him thinking that I was taking the piss out of him because he doesn’t know the name of the expression. He simply nods and smiles. Damn, that smile. It could put models to shame, it is somehow a great mixture of fucking-hot and incredibly-adorable that just makes me melt. “Should we start with addition and subtraction?” I suggest. Gerard nods again and smiles bigger and fuck, that smile. I can’t help but smile when seeing it. “Okay so,” I begin as I open my textbook to page 235, the first page of binomials. “If you just start and when you get stuck I can help, okay?” I show a small smile to Gerard and he nods, looking down and writing. I take this time to stare at his perfection. How could someone create such a fine being? I should really write a thank you letter to his parents, they did a marvelous job.

“Frank,” he speaks. Wait, hold the fuck up. He just called me Frank… Not Fairy… Frank… Not Fairy Frankie… FRANK! I nod and look into his eyes with a small smile which he returns. “I umm.. I don’t get this question,” he states shyly. And fuck me, if I didn’t love him enough before, I love him even more seeing his shy and sweet side. I nod and look down at the text book. ‘(3A – 17) – (-3A + 17)’ I can feel his gaze on me and look up, my gaze questioning him. “Well, it’s three-A minus three-A, which is zero, and minus seventeen plus seventeen, which again is zero. That leaves the answer as zero but… That isn’t right, is it?” wow, he really is so adorable when he knots his eyebrows and pouts. Frustrated/confused suits him so well.

“No, um… look.” I point to the minus sign between the brackets. “You were adding the brackets but you have to minus bracket two from bracket one. So it’s three-A minus minus three-A. a double negative is a positive. So it’s three-A plus three-A…”

“SIX-A!” he excitedly yells. Wow, okay, that hopeful look he is giving me has possibly just caused my heart to beat loud enough for him to hear.

I smile at him before confirming “Yes, Gerard. It is six-A,” I smile at him. He claps excitedly in his chair and smiles the biggest smile that I’ve ever seen on him. He is going to kill me in these sessions, I will die of a cuteness overdose, I’m sure of it! “Okay, so can you do the seventeens?” I question, hoping that I did help his understand enough for him to handle this alone.

“Umm… Okay. So minus seventeen minus a plus seventeen…” he pauses in thought. “Would that be minus seventeen minus seventeen…” he trails of, thinking that he’s wrong until I smile wide at him and nod like I’m a fucking bobble-head or some shit. “Which is minus thirty-four?” he questions. I nod some more, reassuring him. “So three-A minus minus three-A plus seventeen minus plus seventeen equals six-A minus thirty-four?” he checks.

“You got it, Gee!” I yell. Shit, I called him Gee, maybe he didn’t notice. He smirks and writes the answer down. “Okay, it’s like nine-fifty-four. May as well pack up, the bell goes in six minutes.” I tell Gerard as I pack away my paper, pen and textbook. I decide to let him keep the pen because who cares about one pen and obviously the work he did. He packs the paper and pen into his Nirvana bag. I was about to get up when I felt a hand on my thigh. Holy. Shit. What? Who? I look down and see Gerard’s soft fingers massaging my thigh. I gulp.

“Aww, Sugar, don’t be scared of me. I’m not going to hurt you.” He purrs into my ear seductively. Fuck, no, this can’t be happening. His low, seductive, voice and his hot breath on my ear are combining to send shivers down my spine; along with the hand on my thigh there is an undesired changed in my blood flow. Fuck me. This can’t be happening in school. Calm the fuck down, Frank. Gerard grabs my ear lobe between his teeth and holy shit does it feel good, he continues massaging my thigh, just a little higher up, teasing me. Meanwhile I sit with my head down and eyes shut. Gerard then kisses down my neck, placing small bites, before finding my sweet spot and I moan, I fucking moan. Gee starts kissing along my jaw and toward my mouth until I feel his breath on my lips and shit, I wish he’d just kiss me already. I open my eyes to meet his. What is that in his eyes?

But then something I wasn’t expecting happens. He pulls his hand away from my thigh, laughs and punches my in the jaw. Fucking excellent. What was I thinking. Of course Gerard fucking Way wasn’t going to kiss me. His laughter increases as he stands up, progressing toward the door. Before he leaves he turns and looks at me. “I always knew that you were an actual fucking fag. See you later, Fairy Frankie!” He laughs as he leaves.
Great, he has left me with two things that I didn’t want, a bruised jaw and an aching hard-on.

What a fucking arsehole!

Notes

Okay so yeah, here is Gerard.
Sorry that he is an arsehole, I love him really but yeah.
Idk, This chapter didn't take as long to write so I'm worried that it isn't as good! /:
Sorry guys.
Hope you enjoyed reading anyway!!
Charley <3