Chapter Two

Frank

My heart skipped a beat as I walked out of the testing room, forty-five minutes after that bathroom incident. I got to my locker without any tragic happenings. I grabbed my bag, shoving the books into it and slamming my locker, bumping into someone.

“Oh shit.” I looked up, realizing who it was. The giant Jock narrowed his eyes at me and smirked.

“‘Oh shit’ is right, you stupid faggot.” Justin slammed me against the locker, my already throbbing head getting the feel of blood trickling down the back. It being better than staying, I pushed myself up off the locker and ran.

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I panted as I stopped, three blocks away from the school. Running is NOT my sport. I decided to keep walking, see what I would find. I’d never been at this part of town, I lived on the other side of the school. I walked on, seeing the richer part of town.

All the big houses, stalking me as I got to a dead end. I heard an alley cat scream and turned around, running again.

I only remember opening my eyes, being on the ground, my head aching, again. I blinked a few times, seeing a dude my age sitting on his ass in front of me. I stood up, holding my hand out to him. He grabbed my hand- his hand was warm, and soft, but it had a roughness to it- and helped him up.

“You alright?” I said once we had gathered all our stuff. He kept silent for a second, then shook his head fiercely, then nodded.

“Yeah, uh, yeah. Thanks.” He paused. “Sorry. I, uh, wasn’t looking, I was running home, hoping I got there before it started-” He looked at the sky as it started pouring. We slumped our shoulders, us both getting soaked.

“You live near here?” I jumped at the sudden noise. I slumped even more. He understood, and sraitened himself up. “C’mon then. I’ll drive you.” I shook my head.

“No. You don’t have to do that. We’re soaked, I don’t want to ruin your car. It won’t hurt to keep on walk-” He shook his head.

“Yeah, uh, no. I bumped into you, I should at least drive you home.” There was a smile behind this phrase. I rolled my eyes, knowing that arguing was pointless. Besides, I’d like to get to know this dark haired man.

I sighed and followed him to a tan house. No, it was just like all the other houses- tan, two stories, plain, boring. My heart skipped a beat as we walked through the front door.

It looked like a rich-kid’s house. It was massive. The chandelier hanging from the high ceilings, and the open black soapstone kitchen, the tv covering most of the wall. The black leather couches and the beige walls, all really, well, rich. I watched the older boy close the door behind me. He saw the wide-eyed stare I was giving the house and put a hand on my shoulder, making me jump.

“Ready?” I nodded, following him through that led to the four car garage. I looked around it, not expecting to see anything besides expensive cars. Then I saw it. A shiny black drumset with two guitars and a bass on stands. He caught me staring.

“Yeah, me and a few of my friends were trying to start a band or something.” He shrugged and opened a car door. I jumped into the passenger side and he gunned the engine. I looked in the rearview mirror, fixing my hair and applying more of the red eyeliner before we pulled out of the garage.

“Shit.” I turned my head to look at him. “I don’t know your name, and I’m sure you don’t know mine. I’m Gerard. Gerard Way.” He extended his hand and I shook it.

“I’m Frank Iero.” I laughed, my high pitched pot laugh sending him into giggles. And next we were both giggling. I stopped suddenly, feeling something warm on my thigh. I looked down and saw Gerard’s hand resting there, almost casually. He stopped laughing as I did, looking where his hand was.

“Gerard!” We both turned our heads in the direction of the calling, only seeing another car, a cherry red convertible. There was a blonde head peeking out the rolled down window. Gerard, let out a breath, I guess relieved that he had a distraction from his little suggestion.

“Hey Cherie, how are you.” Gerard leaned out the window, water droplets falling onto his still damp hair. Oh God, was he hot. I turned and looked out my window, trying to take my mind off how amazing Gerard was. Hell to the no. I am not allowing myself to fall for hi-

“Frank, this is a friend from school, Cherie.” I almost didn’t reply. Only because when I looked at him, Gerard’s face had delicate water droplets arranged very carefully on his face and hair, and the dark damp hair fell over face, killing me. Fuck.

“H-hey.” I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Kk, by Gee. I’m going to Annie’s.” Cherie pulled away, the peeking sun glinting off the shiny bumper and onto Gerard’s face. I crossed my legs, hiding the spot that bulged in my pants. I put my hooding over my lap, trying to comfortably sit in the car without getting the now-out sun in my eyes.

“So, uh, Frank.” Gerard casually leaned back in his seat, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting out the car window, a cigarette. I suddenly got the urge to smoke my seventh one that day. I reached in my pocket and fished around for the small Marlboro box. Grabbing my lighter, I lit the small tobacco wrapped cylinder and put it to my mouth. I rolled down my window, letting the smoke out.

“Yeah?” I looked back down at myself, finding the bulge reduced in size. Gerard drove past my school.

“I haven’t seen you around school before, where do you go? You don’t go to the public school, right?” I slumped in my seat. Yep, gorgeous rich kid, in a nice car and an expensive private school. And I was still falling for him. I sighed.

“Yeah, I do. And it fucking sucks. People are always teasing me, calling me f…….” I murmured the rest, trailing off as I saw Gerard’s pants raise about and inch and a half. I looked up quickly, seeing his face red. My face and crotch soon to copy.

“Turn left here.” I said quickly and he did. I gave out more directions and we pulled up next to the curb in front of my simple one story.

“Thank you, for the ride.” I said as I got out of the car, then my wrist was grabbed by those strangely rough hands. I was pulled back into the car. I practically fell on top of him, those warm hands grabbing my waist and pressing his lips against mine. It was a very small kiss. Brief, just to say, uh, something. It meant more to me than something. It was everything. When he pulled away, I only had to push back. This time he grabbed my shirt, pulling me towards him. And I opened my mouth as his tongue swept the bottom of my lip. I moaned.

It felt like it was only a dream when I was waving after Gerard’s car.

Notes

Pretty long, i know, but already some fluff!