Misery Loved Me

Frank P.O.V

"Pete, do we really have to go in?" I whined, trying to tug my sleeve out of Pete's tight grasp. He gave me an exasperated look and yanked me inside the dreaded art classroom.

"Yes, we do Iero. I'm not letting you fail art, no matter how badly you seem to want to. What is your deal with art anyway?" Pete's eyes roamed over my face, suspicion swimming in the dark orbs.

I raised my head to answer him, intending to tell him exactly what my deal with art was, when my eyes caught the deal, or the person. To an outsider, Mr. Way's gaze would indicate an innocent curiousity, but I knew better. I caught the warning that flashed in his eyes, the way his lips twisted into a half-smirk, as if he knew the power he had over me, and I felt that familiar chill run down my spine. Fear.

"I just suck at art, okay?" I sighed, returning my attention to Pete. I hated having to lie to him, he's my best friend. But every time I tried to tell him, the words just wouldn't come off of my tongue. Almost as if I didn't want Gerard to get into trouble. Pft, I don't care about him. I'd piss on his corpse if the opportunity presented itself.

"If you're that bad, I'm sure Gee can help you. He's a pretty skilled teacher," oh Mikey, you have no idea.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks Mikes, I'm sure I'll be okay," I gave him a lazy smile, hoping that would pacify them.

Mikey shrugged, and turned his attention to a skinny boy in front of him, who smiled flirtatiously back. Pete's knuckles turned white as he gripped the sketch pencil in his hand.

"Greens not a good color on you," I informed him, and received a death stare in return.

"Okay, listen up! We're going to be sketching self-portraits this lesson. It's the most basic form of art, and it will show me how well you perceive yourselves. There are spare easels in the back if you need them, and if you have a question just raise your hand. Get to work!" Mr. Way announced, winking at a few girls at the front of the class who were shooting him lustful looks. A strange tugging sensation formed at the pit of my stomach, and seriously what the fuck?

"Excuse me sir, I'm not sure how to hold the brush properly. Can you help me?" one of the girls, Lindsey Ballato I think her name was, batted her eyelashes up at him. Mr. Way smiled at her, oblivious to her flirting, and leaned over her from behind, instructing her on how to use the paint brush.

The tugging sensation transformed into a tornado of emotions making me want to throw up from the intensity of it. Anger, confusion, sadness, hatred towards the two of them. The anger won out in the end, and I picked up my own brush, hurling it at Mr. Ways head suddenly. Pete turned to me with a shocked expression, it was pretty comical actually.

Mr. Way let out a surprised yell as the object collided with his head. The class was dead silent, looking at me in a mix of awe and shock. Mr. Way glanced around, put two-and-two together, and marched up to me with an angry look so intense, I literally shrank back.

"And what, pray tell, were you hoping to achieve by throwing a paintbrush at my head, Mr. Iero?" His voice was deadly calm, his eyes locked onto mine with a mix of anger and a hidden desire in them.

"I-I-I um...it was an accident," I stuttered, unable to form a coherent thought with the proximity of his face and mine.

"I see. Well, if that's the case, then you should be more careful next time. Don't want you to hurt yourself, now do we?" Mr. Way's expression turned cheery, and he made his way back to the front of the room, humming a tune under his breath. Eventually, the class went back to normal and I received a rude elbow to the ribs from Pete.

"What did he mean by that?" I shook my head at his question. I had a pretty good idea of the meaning behind the thinly veiled threat, nothing I was going to share with Pete though.

"This is excellent, Gabriel. You really know how to use your hands," my head snapped to the direction of Mr. Way's soft murmer. It came from the back of the class, and I was met with an unwelcome sight. One of the only decent, nice jocks, Gabe Saporta, was grinning up at Mr. Way, who was looking at him with appraisal.

"You bet I do, Mr. Way," did I mention Gabe is one of the biggest flirts known to man? He had a boyfriend, but they saw flirting as harmless or had some arrangement or whatever. My jaw dropped as Mr. Way bit his lower lip, eyes roving over Gabe's, admittedly, handsome features. His eyes moved over Gabe, and met my gaze. A smirk graced his lips, and he put his hand on Gabe's shoulder, squeezing lightly. That did it.

"Mr. Way, I need help. If you're not too busy or anything," I blurted out, and his face lit up in victory. He left Gabe's side and leaned over my shoulder, face inches from mine once again.

"You haven't even started, Frank," he tutted disapprovingly, eyeing the blank canvas in front of him.

"I'm sorry sir," I bit out sarcastically, twisting my lips into a sneer.

"You will be sorry, tomorrow," he whispered in my ear seductively, and my heart stopped for a second.

My eyes met his hazel ones, and he gave me one last smirk before walking away, hips swaying lightly. The sight was drool worthy. Screw it, I'm fucking attracted to him. Why should I deny it?
However, if he thinks I'm some bitch he can fuck around with, he's sadly mistaken. I'm Frank Iero, nothing and nobody can take me down without a fight. I licked my lips, feeling his gaze on me. He wanted to play the jealousy game? Well, two can do that.

"Hey, Billie-Joe, c'mere," I whispered to the blue-eyed pretty boy, who smirked, as if reading my mind. Pete gave me a knowing look and moved to the seat Billie was occupying moments earlier, conveniently next to Mikey.

Billie-Joe slid in next to me, shooting me a sly smile as his hand rested on my thigh. I bit down on my lip ring, anticipation coursing through me. I could still feel Mr. Ways eyes on me, narrowed slightly. Good.

Billie moved his hand up slowly, tantalisingly so, and he cupped my clothed crotch. I groaned under my breath, attracting a few curious looks from a few people, Gabe included. His eyes clouded over slightly as he stared at us, and I winked in his direction.

"Hard already, babe?" Billie murmured, burying his face in between my neck, biting down ever so slightly. I ground my hips down in a silent plea. He happily complied, and had his hand down my tight jeans within a second. The kid had skill, I'd give him that. I let out a breathy moan as he sped up his pace, hand tight and hot around my length. His thumb slid over the slit of my cock, and I rocked my hips against his hand, desperate for more friction.

Mr. Way's eyes were still trained on my expression. My mouth shaped into a perfect 'o', my eyes were heavy in between my eyelids, and a thin sheen of sweat graced my forehead. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw Gabe moving his hand over his clothed crotch shamelessly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted under my breath, the words becoming strangled as I grew closer to coming. Billie bit down on my neck, this time hard enough to draw blood, and I let out a long, embarrassingly loud moan as I came hard into his hand. It took a few seconds, but after coming down from my post-orgasm high, I noticed everyone staring at us in mixed amusement and exasperation. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened with me, they were used to it by now. Mr. Way, however, wasn't.

"Do you have a stomach ache or something, Frank?" His flat, sarcastic tone was detectable from a mile away.

"Nope. I'm fucking great, thanks for the concern though," I winked at him, and placed a chaste kiss on Billie's cheek, relishing in the way Mr. Ways eyes darkened in pure, domineering anger.
"Right," he drawled, returning his attention to his laptop. The bell rang loudly, breaking everyone out of their stupor. Pete gave me a thumbs up, and Mikey winked at me. Neither of them waited for Billie and I, leaving us to follow them.

"See you tomorrow, Frank," Mr. Ways taunting voice rang out from behind us, and Billie turned to me with a knowing grin.

"What?" I asked, a bit annoyed with the look he was giving me.

"Mr. Way totally digs you, man!" I choked on air at his declaration.

"What?! No he doesn't, don't say shit like that!" I hissed at him, and he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever dude. He totally wants to fuck you, and you want to fuck him if the way you were staring at him while I was giving you a hand is anything to go by," he didnt sound annoyed by the last part, in fact, he sounded happy about it.

"....." I had no response to that.

"Don't worry Frankie. Your secrets safe with me, seeya later!" Billie kissed my cheek and skipped off. I shook my head, staring at the space he was in previously. The weight of what had just happened crashed down on me, and I sunk down against the hallway walls, ignoring the funny looks being thrown my way.

Tomorrow, detention with Mr. Way once again, where he would obviously punish me for what I did with Billie. Billie, who knows something's going on with Gerard and I.

I'm so fucked. Literally, and figuratively.

Notes

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