Gerard was still upset. He didn't want to go to school the next day, so he told his parents he felt ill and retreated back to his room. He sulked all day, the angry, harsh words still ringing in his ears. Scars decorated his wrist, covering it in their purple, red colours. Soon there wasn't enough room, so he began on his legs. It helped him, it took his mind off the angry, yet beautiful boy that made him feel so upset. 2 days had passed, and his parents decided to not let him have another day off. He argued, but they won of course, and so he had to go back in on Friday. Just as he arrived through the front gates, he immediately spotted him. He was clasping a girl tightly around her waist and making out with her, somehow he didn't need oxygen. He clasped her tighter, pulling her in closer. They stopped for air and the girl soon noticed
one of her friends sitting alone. She waved bye and Gerard felt so fucking jealous of the girl he felt like
punching her. Mystery Boy smirked to himself, and all of a sudden he caught Gerard's eye. But Gerard
turned and started to quickly walk into school. He was halfway to the art block when he realised that he left his art book in his locker. The bell for first period had already went and the hallways seemed to be empty. All of a sudden Gerard heard a squeal.
"Help." Something called. Gerard was scared. One of the lockers was talking to him? He walked over to the locker that the noise had came from and tried to open it. It was locked.
"Umm is anyone in there?" Gerard asked cautiously.
"Yeah, uh I was hoping you could open it for me please." That voice was so familiar, Gerard was positive he recognised it. The voice told him the combination and Gerard opened it to find mystery boy. Gerard laughed.
"Look, sorry for the other day. I uh wanted to apologise earlier but I haven't seen you. It was just a shitty day, you know?" He said. His apology wasn't exactly heartfelt, but he apologised all the same.
"Ok" was all Gerard replied.
"You're a really good artist by the way, and I'm frank iero." He said, trying to make conversation.
"Thanks. And Gerard, if you don't remember." Gerard said without any emotion. After what this boy had said, he hardly wanted to be best friends with him.
"Yeah, I do. Gerard." Frank repeated his name softly, the word bouncing of his tongue.
"Yep." Was all Gerard said, and made his way towards his locker. Frank followed him.
"I don't mean to be rude, but after calling me a gay twat, why are you following me? You rudely interrupted me the other day and made me feel like utter shit. And now, you're acting as if I mean something to you, do you care to explain?" Gerard announced formally. Frank blushed slightly.
"Uh sorry I just feel bad. You actually seem really cool and I was hoping we could hang out." Frank replied. Gerard tried hard to not laugh, but a amused smirk did appear on his face. One minute this guy made him feel like nothing, he made him slit his own wrists for fucks sake. And the next minute he asks to be friends?
They skipped class and hung outside the whole morning, smoking and talking about bands, movies and what they want to do when they're older, and Gerard came to the conclusion that frank iero was probably the coolest person he had ever spoken to. The bell rang, indicating lunch and everyone piled out of their classrooms. Gerard walked towards Frank but was nearly knocked over by a girl with bright blonde hair and a skirt so short it looked a centimetre long. He heard frank whisper "hey baby" in her ear and they made out. Gerard felt sick. He wanted to do that with Frank. But instead, a life size barbie doll was, and Gerard felt like nothing. He was just a fat ugly no one that unfortunately was gay, but that hardly mattered because he had no luck with either sex. Frank walked off with his girlfriend, leaving Gerard feeling as hopeless as ever.

Notes

ok here's an update :3 I didn't know what to put for this chapter.. I was stuck and then BAMMMMMM I watched the 'I'm not okay' video and I thought OMG FRANK JUMPING OUT OF A LOCKER YESS so yeah. Heh.

Life update: last night I was trying to help a girl through suicide. I've spoken a few people out of suicide before and it's great knowing that I can help people like that. She won't listen though, and I'm pretty sure she's going to do it. I don't even know her; I speak to her through twitter though and it makes me feel really unhappy that she's suicidal and I can't do anything to help her. I guess it's put me in a bad mood and I'm not sure what to do. I'd tell someone if I knew the girl personally but I don't. If anyone ever needs me like that message me or dm me on twitter (@sleepinwithjess) I'm happy to help anyone that needs it.