Broken Hearts Can't Be Fixed? (Frerard)

"Okay class, here's the topic for today!" Mr. Elleworth exclaimed, bouncing his way to the front of the class. This- was why he was my all-time favorite teacher. He passed out the assignment as he explained. "We're going to have our very own debate, right here in class!" He looked like someone just gave him an award, cheering as student just stared with a bored expression.
I looked down at the sheet in front of me, and paled. The murders in town? Why that! Of all the topics! I rubbed at my hands. I know all too well what that case had in store. It was all over the news. For almost every night for the past month, there was a new victim, men and women, young or old. I shifted nervously in my seat.

The teacher finally skidded to a halt at his podium. He was sorta ditsy; always buzzing around like a bee, high on energy drinks. He clasped his hands together excitedly "We'll be discussing the motive of the killer, and just go from there, yeah?" For a thirty-something year old, he overly peppy. A few mumbled 'fines' rippled their way across the room. "Hmm...Now lets choose someone to start this...." His eyes scanned the room, thankfully passing by me and landing dead set on a bottle blonde bimbo. "Ah! Ashley!" He piped excitedly, rooted to the spot.

She didn't bother with looking up at him, continuing to inspect her salon nails for cracks and chips. Stupid bitch. I mean, come on, have a little respect for him if not yourself!

Mr. E cleared his throat, finally catching her attention. Ashley lazily dragged her eyes from her hands, hitching an eyebrow. "What."

"What do you think the murderer's cause for committing such a brutal act of ungodly proportions" He always had a flare for the dramatics, only using it when annoyed.

A small laugh escaped my lips, looking through the crime photos that were supposed to be blurred out, though I could clearly depict each detail. I had seen these photos before, and then some. I know everything about this that there is to know.

The wounds were the same as all the others. The flesh on the neck was torn open and shredded, exposing vibrant red tissues and arteries. If you didn't know any better, it would've been labeled as an animal attack and nothing more. But what kind of animal leaves the rest uneaten? But how could someone do that? They were obviously sick, twisted and fucked up mentally. The way each vital artery was split open was magnificent, it looked as if they took scalpels, neatly cutting each open. Then ripping it up to look like an animal's work.

Barbie-bitch was obviously loving the attention called to her, she stood, leaning enough to show as much skin as possible. I cringed, feeling bile rise in my throat. Ewwww.... If my eyes could barf, the floor would've been soaked through with acid. She must have caught my gagging, as her eyes narrowed at me, shooting invisible daggers towards me. "It was obviously some emo fag looking for attention right, Skanky Franky?" She cooed, snickering along with the rest of the class and sat. I was livid, face burning with anger. A pang of sadness stabs its way to my heart. I fucking swear. I'd murder her if I could.

I death glared at her, gripping at my desk to help dampen the explosions that were happening inside of my head. My gaze could've easily cut a diamond into billions of pieces. I smirked menacingly as she continued gossiping with the other barbies that were her so called 'friends'.

I shot straight up. "Th-That's totally not the case here!" Mr. E leaned forward, eyes glinting with interest. I never spoke in class, or got involved in discussions.

"Do carry on, Mr. Iero...." He mused.

I felt my anger slip away, replaced by a cold fear. I could feel each pair of eyes falling on me, scrutinizing everything. From my ratty converse to my jet black mohawk. The shaking started, locking up my muscles one by one. "W-Well... I-I believe that it was. a crime of.... emotion." Mr. Ellsworth looked at me with curiosity.

"Like....passion? As if they were somehow....connected, to these people?"

I shook my head, my face flushed a bright red. "No...." I said cautiously. "They must have some sort of love or passion for what they were actually doing. Not for the people." I paused, wetting my dry lips. I raised up one of the pictures. "You see? The the marks left were purposefully made to be gruesome, bloody. Th-The....The uh....arteries were cut before any thing else. The rest of that was done post-mortem to make it look like it was an animal. But, that didn't work. It wasn't just to cover up, either. It was a statement."

"Hm....So this guy or whatever.... did it just to say that he can do whatever the fuck they want and not get caught?" A jock whispered.

"Not exactly." Everyone's head turned to look at the new voice. The door closed behind a fire truck red haired guy. He looked older, more like a senior, hell, even a college student. I dropped back into my seat, blushing enough to match the deep red of his hair. The angel dressed in black with fiery hair strode across the room, handing Mr. Ellsworth a little blue slip.

The teacher's brow furrowed in confusion, analyzing the slip. His eyes almost immediately lit back up to their prior delight. "Oh! You're just in time for our my favorite part of the year! We've just gotten into our very first debate."

Mystery-boy had all of the girls in class swooning, the more slutty ones moving to show themselves off more while the guys glared in disgust. I felt jealous of the whores that raked their eyes over him, ready to grab at him when they got the chance. They would always have a better shot with him...the chance for me is slim to none. Lucky bitches. I did my best to maintain a blank expression, as my eyes met briefly with his in an all too intimate stare. I felt myself shudder. They were a beautiful green-gold... I quickly tore them away, staring down at the notebook in front of me.

"Ooookay, just introduce yourself to the class and just sit wherever you choose." Mr. E chirped. God, he is peppy. I groaned, hanging my head. I could feel a pair of eyes boring into my, like bullets.

His voice was smooth,"My name is Gerard Arthur Way and I just moved here...." The barbies sighed and whispers made their way across the room. Fuck. Why did he have to be so flawless?! Even his voice! " I'm a senior, and I look forward to meeting some new friends." He gave me a toothy grin, and winked."

FuckFuckFuckFuckFuck. I am so dead. He turned to Mr. E, eyes still locked on me. "Can I continue with my part before sitting?" He asked.

"O-of course!" Damn that peppy bastard!

With a smile, he made his way over to the empty seat next to mine, fingertips grazing my desk. "You see, Frankie is close but there's still something missing. A very crucial part..." Damn. He called me Frankie! The barbies face floated to mind when I heard it, souring the joy I felt, "It was done out of necessity. Killing was necessary, whether a message wanted to be relayed to someone or not. And maybe they did enjoy doing it, even if they couldn't help but do otherwise. Maybe that, was the message." That smirk he had on was getting on my nerves,and the way he stared at me. Like a piece of meat.

The whole class was in awe, of his pure existence there. Hell, he could've said the sun was fucking purple and they'd still be admiring him. He sat, scooting the desk closer in my direction, trying to be discrete. But I caught the little movement, slowly shifting away in my seat.

"Well said, Mr Way! If you two keep working at it together, we won't even need the police department." Mr Ellsworth cheered, then blabbering on about some essay that would be due. My heart was racing away in my chest, trying to break free of it's cage. I felt a mix of excitement and fear, having Gerard next to me, staring. It was insanely creepy and mind boggling, but at the same time, I felt like it was a complement.

Notes

Yay! Frank met someone he likes! And who actually wants to hang around him. Gerard is being a little crazy though. Well, editing this at 2:30 in the morning is rough, but here it is! Hope you enjoyed it! The next chapter should be up later, so don't worry!

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