"If your head touches the desk one more time, you're getting detention Iero." Mrs. Georges warned.
"Piss off." Frank mumbled not moving his head an inch. He was having the strongest headache in the history of all his hangovers and needed just one thing, sleep. Not stupid dumb old teachers telling him what to do.
"Detention it is then Mr. Iero."
There was no way in hell he was going to detention today. He wasn't even going to make it through the whole day. He got up and packed his scratched up notebook and pen in his bookbag. "I'm going to the nurse's office, do you wanna give me detention for that too?"
Mrs. Georges turned around to face him since she was busy writing on the board. "Well Frank if you'd just have said you didn't feel good I would have let you gone. Your detention is removed just go before you throw up on anyone."
Frank left the classroom quickly and went home instead. The beds in the nurse’s office were comfortable but not as much as his own king sized.

He was a little spoiled but only because his parents worked high paying jobs so he could get anything he wanted if he kept his rude comments to himself for a night. The school he went to was private, not so much religious and he was bound to inherit some part of his grandfathers company someday. Frank didn't care about any of it though. It irked him to know that people only wanted to be his friend for the things he had, not for whom he was and that's how it was always going to be like.

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"I only wanted to be your friend because you're rich."
"Huh?"
"Mommy says to make friends with you because you have lots of money."
"Money?"
"Yeah. Money's everything Frankie! Without it you have nothing!"
"I don't wanna play with you anymore get out of my room! You're not my real friend Daisy!"
"I'm only doing what mommy says! Always make friends with the highest!"

The highest. What was the highest? Big homes and expensive jewelry? Having lots of money to be happy? Frank had everything he wanted and where was his stupid happiness?

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"Hey, Iero! What happened to you yesterday?" Mark asked approaching his friend of five years.
"Wasn't feeling good. Dude I'm never partying on a school night ever again." Frank answered before lighting up his cigarette. He kept a pack of Marlboros, cigarettes, hidden in his uniform blazer. On lunch break he'd find an empty teacher free zoned place to smoke or get high with Mark and Jepha. Not once had they ever been caught.

Marks eyes were red and half the things he spoke made no sense and weren't understandable. Frank inhaled the toxic smoke into his lungs and back out before asking "Are you buzzed man?"
"You won't believe what I scored at the party we went to the other night." Mark whispered taking Frank’s cigarette away from him to smoke the rest.
"What’d you score?" Frank asked leaning against the brick wall, arms crossed as usual, right foot up against the wall.
Mark pulled out a tiny plastic bag filled with powder.
The conversation he had with Gerard earlier this week creeped up into his mind slowly.
"Oh yeah. What did you do huh?"
"Got high 'til my nose bled."
"You did coke?"
There was no way he was going to snort the poisonous powder, not after what Gerard had been through and there was no fucking way he was going to stick around for his friends early death.

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"What do you want to talk about Frank? How are you today?" Dr. Way asked flipping through his notebook searching for a new page.
"Would you stop talking to me like that?" Frank asked noticing small specks of paint colorfully splattered on Gerards hands.
"Then how do you want me to talk to you?" The pyschologist asked looking up to meet the youngers boy gaze.
"Like a normal person."
“A friend?”
“Yeah I guess so. I need some advice."
"On what?"
Frank held his hands together on his lap, fidgeting with them slowly. "I don't think I have any real friends Gerard."
"Why do you say that?"
"Everyone just uses me. I um hang out with these two dudes a lot, Mark and Jepha but we're mostly like get high and wasted buddies.. I don't.. I don't tell them about any of my personal shit and it's not like mom and dad care."
"Your parents do care Frank even if they don't show it and tell me more about Mark and Jepha, how are they like? "
"Well I've known Mark for five years and Jepha for two and well yeah we've had some fun times but uh yesterday Mark was high and not off the simple stuff.. coke and he offered some to me--"
"Tell me you didn't accept it Frank.' Gerard said cutting the youngers boy sentence off with a look of worry spreading across his face.
"God no. I remembered about what you told me and jeez I'm not that fucked up."
"Good." The pyschologist said looking relieved.
They sat there quietly for a few seconds until Frank broke the silence. "Why do you have paint on your hands?"
Gerard looked confused for a minute before looking down at his hands and making a sort of 'oh" expression. "I like to paint and draw. It helps a lot with the being sober thing you know?.. I usually sell most of it for cash though."
Frank nodded. "Would you draw me if I asked you too? I'd pay you a lot."
Gerard laughed softly before quietly saying "I'd draw you anytime you wanted me to and I'd do it for free."

Notes

Hi guys! I wanted to say a big thanks for reading the first chapter and commenting/subscribing! It made me so happy to know that my work doesn't suck that bad or isn't completely lame haha and it made my day! Anyways as for this chapter I wanted to keep it simple since its only chapter two and well I hope you guys liked it even though it's short D: In the next chapter I want to bring up more intersting stuff to really get the story going so I hope you guys stay tuned for that.

I also have some bad news. I have tons of exams and finals I need to study for so I won't be posting chapter three until next week or something. :--(

Thanks for reading <3