Sex and violence.

"Frank Iero, report to the principle's office." The speakers call out in their static sound in the middle of Global studies. As the sound rings in my ears, I slam my books down on my desk before shoving them all in my bag.

"Oh what is it this time, Mr. Iero?" My teacher calls out in his sarcastic tone.

"This time, I don't actually know." I laugh to myself.

"Alright alright. Remember the test on Friday."He tries to catch me as I walk out the door.

"Got it Bow wow." I wave out the door as I leave. He's one of the few teachers I like at my school. The rest are just stuck up and can't stand me. I shrug off the idea as I walk down the halls. The only sound lingering around is the noise of my VANS hitting the tile floors. Everyone else is in their class actually doing their work. But I'm so FUCKING glad this is my last year, then I go off to do whatever I need to do to become a tattoo artist. I myself don't have any tattoos yet, my dad's always telling me it's not school appropriate. Well, that's what you get when your dad's the vice principle of your school. But really, it's not SO bad. I mean, he let me get my lip pierced and is the reason why I'm not kicked out of here. So for that dad, I thank you.

"Oh, Frank... nice to see you.. sort of." Helen calls out from her desk as she sees me walking in. She's the only office lady we have here.

"I can say the same to you, Hellen." I slap a sarcastic smile on my face. "My dad called me down." I add as I hold the counter top while I lean myself back.

"Wow, what a surprise." I stick my tongue out at her. "He's in his office." My eyes follow her finger as she points down the hall. I see him as he left his door wide open.

"Thank you, princess." I snap my gum at her as I wink my right eye.

"Yeah, get going." Her faded blue eyes roll at me as she spins her chair around. I laugh to myself before I continue walking down the hall.

On my way down I find another door open, my eyes scan the room and I find a dude in a white dress shirt. I can't see his face as his jet black hair covers it as he digs in a bag, but from what I can see his looks like he's about thirty. Hmm. new teacher.

I shrug the idea off as I continue my journey to my dad's office.
"Hey daddy." I throw my body over his desk as my elbows are propped up and I rest my chin on my hands.

"Frank." He types away on his computer.

"So what kind of trouble did I get into today, Hm?" I haul myself off his desk as I drop myself back in a chair.

"Actually, you're not in any trouble today.. yet." I roll my eyes at him. "It's something else, I need to ask you a favor."

"Yep, nice talking to you dad. See you later." My hands pat the arm of the chair before I pull myself off it.

"Frank, if you don't want to get expelled you'll listen to this. I can only hold so much back. Do something good for once." My eyes stick on to my dad's. For the first time I find hope in his eyes. He, having hope in me? A juvenile delinquent. Well.. let's just put it as a chance to not let him down for once.

I sigh deeply. "Alright, what is it?"

"A new student, he's like you but less rebellious."

"Dad." My eyes stare down at him as I stand on my feet.

"Anyways, I put him in all your classes, I think he might get you to change Frankie boy."

"I thought guidance took care of that stuff."

"I'm vice principle, I can do what I want." My dad stretches his hands behind his head as he leans his chair back. Crossing his legs on his desk. Now I know where I got my sass from.

"So. You called me down here just so you could tell me that there's another kid like me in all my classes?" I narrow my eyes at him.

"Oh, right. I forgot. You'll be leading him around school this week. Next week is Homecoming and it'll be hectic and he needs help getting around." He throws his legs off his desk as pulls out one of his drawers. Digging around in it.

"And what's in it for me?" I raise my eyebrow at him.

"You won't be expelled and you'll make a new friend." I just snap my gum at him. "Frank, spit that out. Knowing you, you'll end up doing something crazy with it."

I twist myself around, spitting it in a garbage can before I twirl myself back around and face him. I spin my lip ring with my tongue as I watch him write down on a slip of paper.

"Give this to Hellen on the way out. He should be there in a few minutes."

"So it's a he?" I smirk at him.

"If it was a girl I'd separate her from you as much as I could." Now HE smirks back at me.

"Whatever, bye pops." I wave as I walk out of his office, back down the hall. My eyes meet up with Hellen as I walk towards her desk.

"So, how'd it go?" She rests her head on her hand, pretending she's interested in what I have to say.

"Well, I'm not in trouble. And I'm supposed to give you this." My arm reaches over her desk as I hand her the slip of paper. She flips her glasses farther down her nose as she reads it.

"Oh, so you're the lucky one."

"Oh yeah, totally." I roll my eyes at her. "So you know about him?"

"When I first saw him I thought of you."

"Everybody thinks that." I sarcastically wave my hands in the air.

"I'll go get him. You wait here. I don't think you can cause chaos sitting here for thirty seconds."

"You under estimate my skills, young grasshopper." I smirk at her.

She turns her back in the other direction. "Jack ass." She curses as she walks the other way. I laugh at the situation before I throw myself on a chair as I play with my lip ring.

Hmm. So this kid's like me? Huh. Wait. Less rebellious? How are we similar then? All I am is rebellious. That's the only way to describe me, well.. I think it is.. I know that's what everyone thinks. With that, why is my dad so excited about this? I'm just leading a kid around school. What is he even expecting.

"Frank?" I shake all the thoughts from my head as I look up at Hellen.

"Hmm."

"This is Gerard, The kid you're going to be leading around for the next four days." I look to her left and see the kid. The same dude from earlier. So.. he's my age? Damn, he looked older. His face looks well developed and he's dressed like he has an actual job. "You two should get along well." She smirks at me one last time before I shove my tongue in the air at her.

I get another look at.. whatever his name was before I push myself out the office doors, dipshit following me. We walk down the halls in silence as I take him to the basement. Start from the bottom and make my way up I guess.

Just before I start walking down the stairs, he throws himself in front of me. "I love your shirt. Misfits are my favorite band."

"Yeah, I think I could tell by your eyeliner." I push him out of my way as I continue walking down the stairs.

"So where's your eyeliner?" He follows in my foot steps.

"Dude they're not even my favorite band." I roll my eyes at him.

"Oh, then who is?"

"Black Flag."

"Oh, cool." I don't respond. I just hop off the steps and walk farther down the hall.

"That's the gym and those are the locker rooms." I point out real quick before I turn to the other direction. It took him a few seconds to realize I left before he ran to catch up to me. When I stop hearing his foot steps I throw air out of my nose in frustration. This kid is irritating the shit out of me and it's only been five minutes.

I just run him through the rest of the school, not even explaining most of the rooms. But I show him the art hall way last. They put all the art classes together in one little square. Art, choir, band, orchestra, drama. One of my favorite things here.

"There's the art room." I point to a dark class room. the teacher's only here every other day.

"You take art too?" His green eyes light up as they cling onto me.

"Um. yeah and band." I throw myself in the other direction.

"Oh, I'm in choir. What do you play?"

"Everything." I answer blankly.

"So what's next?" His voice is cheerful. I grind my teeth on my lip ring as I listen to his footsteps as he follows right behind me.

"Lunch, and you're on your own."

"Oh." He stops for a few seconds. Letting me get a few paces ahead of him.

As soon as we walk down to the cafeteria, I ditch him and go off to my table with Bob and Justin in their usual seats.

"Who was that kid you were with?" Bob asks before sticking fries in his mouth.

"Some new kid, He's annoying as hell and I'm stuck with him all week"

Notes

Wow, Frank's a real dick. But he hates almost everyone so can't blame him. So yeah, first chapter. I think I'm gonna slit it up in both Gee's and Frank's perspective. Just cause there's a lot of stuff coming up and it will get pretty confusing. Oh yeah, the full banner photo is right here http://franks-nipples.tumblr.com/post/71236401204 I made it myself in like twenty minutes and i got realllyyy lazy.