Love Is A Crazy Cycle

Frank's Point Of View:
I walked back into the now semi-full classroom. There were about five or six other students sitting down in chairs, all turning towards me when I entered the room. I felt my face go a little red due to being ridiculousy and I decided against sitting in the front of the classroom. I chose a vacant seat that was in the dark corner of the classroom and sat down. I saw a couple more students come in before the door closed for the next hour.

I looked around. There were twin girls sitting a couple of rows away from me, both blonde, tan, and wore extremely short shorts. They were talking to each other in small whispers and giggling at each other as one of them turned to the group of guys sitting in the row next to them.

One of the four muscle men turned to the shorter of the sisters and smirked, eyes scanning over her body as she asked him for a pen. He was tall, built, and very mean looking. Now that I think of it, all of the guys were. I looked at the row behind the jocks.

I saw a boy and a girl sitting hip to hip, playing tonsil hockey. The guy was a little shorter than the jocks, but still tall. He was sort of buff, but not enough to take out of the football players. The girl who's face he was currently eating was short, a little chubby, had brown hair and wore baggy clothes. They both did, actually.

And then there's Mikey Way, who was currently walking towards me.

"Hey Frank, is it cool if I sit here?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Thanks."

He sat down and stared at the students with me. He looked over at the girls and I nudged him in the ribs.

"What?"

"You like any of them?"

"What? No, I'm nowhere in their league. Besides, I'm seeing a guy and they can't stand me or my brother for being gay."

"Wait, both of you are gay?"

"Yeah, my parents kicked both of us out after he became a teacher and I came out of the closet. I have to say I am not surprised, they did catch me in an awkward situation."

"Giving or getting head?"

"Giving."

"Oh. So they kicked you out for blowing a dude, your brother got kicked out just for being gay, and they aren't regretting it or anything?"

"Nope, my mom gave me five hundred bucks and let me grab my stuff and then kicked me out. Gerard had a place by that time so I moved in with him after he heard what happened."

"Wow, that fucking sucks."

"Yeah. So how about you? You like any of the girls?"

"Me? Hell no, I'm as straight as a circle."

"Huh, how did your parents take it?"

"My dad left when I was a kid so he barely knew me and my mom's been really supportive. I found out when my ex-girlfriend Jamia kissed me. She found out she was a lesbian so it worked out in the end. I guess I just repel women."

"Yeah, me too."

We were interrupted by someone clearing their throat loadly, obviously wanting our attention. We looked up and saw Mr. Way staring at us.

"Michael, Frank, what are you two doing, talking during my lesson? Class started exactly four minutes ago and all you two have been doing is talk while I am trying to teach. Care to explain yourselves?"

He looked really menacing and I could just sense how uncomfortable Mikey must have been, so being the idiot that I am, I spoke up.

"Yeah, I can explain."

The entire class swiveled around in their seats, mouthes wide open and eyes filled with shock. I can guess that students talking back to Mr. Way is rare and is a very bad thing to do. Mr. Way just glared at me.

"Well then, explain yourself."

I cleared my throat of the large lump that kept me from talking and spoke in an innocent voice.

"He was just being friendly and asking me what my favorite bands are and he has very good music taste."

I looked at the walking twig next to me, who held a small smile on his face that he hid with his hair. He mouthed a small, "Thank you" to me and I looked back up at the teacher.

"Well, maybe you two could get to know each other better in detention today after school. How does that sound?"

"Fuck you."

Mr. Way looked at me, mouth now similar to the rest of the class.

"Excuse me?"

"Fuck you. You can give me as many detentions as you'd like, a suspension, even, but don't you dare give one to Mikey, he did nothing wrong."

Mikey looked like an owl with how large his eyes had gotten. The other Way just looked pissed. He looked from me to Mikey, then back to me.

"Fine, Michael, you may go home after school, as for you Franklin, you can spend time with me today after school. I will call your mother to let her know."

He walked away from me and continued with the lesson, as if nothing even happened. I thought about the little "conversation" we had.

Fuck, I have detention with a hot teacher I have no chance with.

Notes

Hello my lovely readers! I know, my schedule planning is shit. I didn't update when I said I would, and I also updated on a very emotional day for some of us. I feel really shitty now. So, enough thought on "The Thing" how are all of your guy's days going? Mine is going okay. I listened to MCR and watched Sherlock while drinking coffee, (Best liquid ever!) and I got rid of my writer's block, (For now, at least) and I decided to use some of my energy gained from the caffeine to update! So, voila! New chapter! Also, it's going to get good soon, I promise. I love you all from the bottom of my dark heart and I will see you guys next time!

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