Love Is A Crazy Cycle

Frank:

Well, I happen to be the biggest dumbass known to humankind. My list of stupid antics have been lowered to about five in all.

Number One: Trying to cut my eyebrows off at the age of four.
Number Two: Almost burning the house down when blowing out candles at age five.
Number Three: Getting shitfaced at my cousin Josh's party.
Number Four: Getting stoned at Josh's party.
And last but not least, Number Five: Talking back to a teacher. Mr. Way, for that matter.

So yes, call me stupid. It's not like I give a shit. During my study hall I quickly went outside for a smoke. I honestly felt so idiotic for even thinking about talking back at my teacher, but it's not like I wouldn't do the same thing to other teachers due to Mikey being a victim in the conflict. Mr. Way may be smoking hot, (not to mention his gorgeous ass) but he's a total dickbag. He shouldn't be cornering Mikey just for being nice.

I was about to put out my cigarette and pull out another one when all of a sudden, as if he was reading my mind like Xavier, who else but Mr. Way would walk out? Just my luck. An asshole bugging another asshole while the adolescent asshole is trying to smoke a cancer stick. He looked at me as if I were a rat in the middle of an expensive restaurant.

"Excuse me Franklin, but might I ask, what are you doing out here, smoking?"

"Getting away from assholes like you, Sir."

"Well, how'd you like to know that you just earned yourself another detention for tomorrow as well?"

"Not like I plan on banging my girlfriend tomorrow, sounds peachy."

"Sorry that your girlfriend is going to miss you for an extra hour, Iero."

"Ah, she won't mind, her and I get along well, we even shop together."

"Really? What's her name?"

"My hand, dumbass. It's kind of obvious that I'm gay. Every asswipe in this school knows I prefer to suck dick."

"Well, that just put an embarrassing image in my head."

"Enjoy wanking off to it with your other hand up your ass bitch, peace."

I stubbed out the now useless cigarette butt and walked back into the school. Mikey was at his locker when I saw him. He was talking to some guy with a huge afro that looked like it held the world's secrets. He wore a nice suit and tie and held a briefcase in his hand. I walked up to the two.

"Hey Mikey. Who's this?"

Mikey spun around in shock, tumbling into the lump of hair.

"Um, I, uh, this is Mr. Toro, the band teacher."

His face was a tomato, and it was priceless in my book, hands down. Mr. Afro held out his hand with a warm smile on his face and I kindly took it, shaking his hand as I introduced myself.

"So, you're taking guitar this year, am I correct, Frank? If I may call you that."

"Nah, I don't mind, yeah, actually, I'm taking guitar. It's my favorite instrument, actually."

"Sweet. I happen to play a little myself. I plan on having the classes form partners and play their own songs for a project at the end of the semester."

"Awesome."

We continued to talk until we got to the band room, where another student was there. He had blonde hair and fucking blue ass eyes. He looked up from the drums he was currently focused on and smiled when he saw Mikey.

"Mikes! I haven't seen you all summer! Where've you been, Toaster boy?"

I looked at Blondie with a look of confusion and he let out a deep laugh.

"Inside joke between me and Unicorn Boy over there. You see, when we were little, he tried to stick a fork-"

"Bob, shut the fuck up, man!"

"Or What, French Fry?"

"Or, or, I will use your full name, Robert."

"You wouldn't."

Bob was staring daggers, Mikey had a look of triumph, Mr. Toro looked impressed, and I was laughing my ass off.

"Oh, you bet I would, Nathaniel."

"You son of a-"

"Girls, girls, no one cares if Michelle stole your prada bag, Roberta."

I turned to Mr. Toro and started giggling.

"That's funny, dude."

"Oh shut it, Francis."

"Ouch, sorry Miss, wait, what's your first name?"

"Not telling you."

Mikey walked over to me quietly and slipped a piece of paper into my hand. I quickly unwrapped it and read the words aloud.

"Raymond? Well, Raven, maybe you shouldn't let Michelle or Roberta fight over a bag that you stole."

He feigned a hurt look and motioned for us to sit down. We all took a seat on one of the small chairs that were set out for us. I took out Pansy, my beautiful guitar, and strummed her, seeing which strings needed attention and which were fine. Once she was tuned, I played a few notes, the beginning to Scream by the Misfits. It's one of my favorites by them. I just love it so much.

I started playing the more harder notes and chords to the song and pretty soon, I was swaying a bit in my seat. Sadly, that didn't last long, seeing as the song was over. I quickly changed the song to Machinehead by Buch and fucked around with that for a bit. Before I knew it, it was time to go to English and so forth. I packed up my guitar with a sad sigh and walked out, waving to my new friends and teacher, heading out of the door into the crowded hallways.

The rest of my day went by pretty fast, and pretty soon, it was time for me to go to Mr. Way's room. I shuffled my feet into the empty classroom and was going to sit down when a force shoved me into the wall. I heard the door close, lock, and a very deep, very harsh voice say into my ear:

"Drop your slacks."

What would you do if a very hot teacher that you barely know told you to lose your pants? You would probably scream rape and run away. I did the exact opposite.

I did as he asked.

Notes

Hello my gorgeous lovelies! I broke another promise, but it was a good thing this time! I updated BEFORE, yes, BEFORE I said I would. Where the fuck is my award? No, but seriously, I am happy that my exhausted ass updated tonight, er, today, technically. I have been up for over twenty-four hours and I am dead physically but mentally I am more energized than the fucking energizer rabbit, so fuck off. (Please don't listen to my bitchy side, she stole my cookies, so, she is the queen of bitches.) But hey, update! New chapter! Exciting shit! So, enough of my exhaustion, time for the, drum roll please,

Question of the Day/Night:
If you could say anything to any celebrity right now, who would it be and what would it be? I would say happy birthday to Mike Dirnt, one of my favorite Bassists!!! He's forty-fucking-two! HE LOOKS TOO FUCKING YOUNG, DAMMIT! So, as always, like your beautiful peachy selves do, leave your amazing comment in the comment section below, and we will see you next weekend! (I promise. Wulfe will be staying with me next weekend and she will force me to update if I ask her to.)

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