-Frank's POV-
Making my way downtown, walking fast.... Fuck, I seriously need to learn the lyrics to that song before it drives me insane. I debate with myself on whether or not learning the lyrics would get me far in life, I soon negated the thought. Finally, I reach my locker and shove all my text books into the small iron box. As, I am doing that I feel a small vibration come from my front pocket, I reach into my pocket and pull out my crappy ass phone.
"Herro?" I call out.
"Hey Frank? Could you come to the debate room? Like after the bell rings?" I hear Luna's small clear voice.
"Okaie dokie. I'll be there in a few." I hang up the phone and turn around still staring at the ground. I look up only to run into a big mass of brown puff.
"Sorry, man. I didn't see you there." I realize that I actually did run into a big mass of brown puff. The guy had a huge as brown afro that would've gave Jimi Hendrix pride, he also had brown eyes to match the afro.
"Nah, it's my fault," I bend down to grab the books he dropped, "I'm Frank by the way." I stood up and gave him his books.
"I'm Ray Toro." He offered me his hand, I took it and shook it lightly. He had supper ubber soft hands. It felt like the tummy hair of a kitten.
"Nice to meet you, Ray of the Toro's." I chuckle lightly, "I dunno if I've told you but you, sir, have fabulous hair." I feel like I could crawl in there a take a lifelong nap. It is seriously a big brown cloud on his head.
He grins down at me, "Thanks. I tend to get that a lot."
I reach up to touch the mans hair but I stop short realizing that I don't know this guy and I don't know if he likes his fro to be man handled. He notices my movement and grins again only to bring his hair down to my waiting palm. "Oh my fuck. It's so bloody soft. It's feels like a cloud." I resist the urge to rub my cheek against it. Psh, that would be weird.
"I'm glad I could help you experience the feeling of clouds."
"Ray!" A girl with snake bites and black curly hair yells behind us.
"Welp, I gotta go. I guess, I'll see you around." He gives a slight wave and walks away with his magical afro.
"Bye." I wave back.

Finally reaching the debate room I walk in there and see Luna leaning again the counter. "Hey Luuuuuuuuuna!" I grin but she doesn't give me her usual eye roll or her smirk. "What happened, Lu?" She gives a small jerk towards that debater couch and that's when I see him.
Gerard lays on the couch with scratches and blood stains on his neck. I walk to the couch and place my hand on Gerard's hair tangling my fingers in it slightly. "What the fuck happened?" I turn back a look at Luna.
She made eye contact with me and turned to Gerard, "That's something I wanna know." I turn to look at Gerard again.
He gives me and Luna a small crooked grin which looks more like a wince than an actual grin. "I fell down the stairs obviously."
""I found him passed out outside of the debate room. He had blood and vomit all around him." I don't turn to look at her but I can tell that seeing Gee like this is hurting her as much as it is me.
"Gerard, who the fuck did this to you?" I strain my voice, trying very hard not snap. I can't believe anyone would do this to Gerard. My best friend. I feel the rage start from the pit of my stomach and spread out throughout my whole body. I want the person who caused this to pay. I want them to quiver and feel everything Gerard is feeling. I. Want. Them. Dead.
"No one." He mutters under his breath.
Then it hit me. It was the dip shit who tripped Gerard. It was the asshole who threw notes at my head during English. I felt my chest vibrate in a growl, "It was that jerk who tripped you in the lunch room wasn't it." I didn't even have to look at him to know the truth.
"No, it wasn't." I barely heard him before the rage blocked out my hearing. No one will ever do this to Luna or Gerard without them getting decked in the face.
"Bullshit," I didn't say it to Gerard's response, it was just truly bullshit. "Luna, get him home. I have stuff to deal with. I'll be over later." I looked at Gerard one more time and stormed out of the room.
I blast through the hallways my eyes scanning the corners looking for the bastard. I walk out the front doors and see him standing next to a tree smoking a cigarette. I start walking towards the tree. No one and I meant no one is going to fucking stop me. I am so fucking done with this asshole. He turns and see me coming towards, "Well look who it is.. Fagot number two." He takes another drag and looks away.
I don't give him the chance for him to look again and know what I am about to do. Not even hesitating I ram my fist into his face. He falls into the trunk on the tree grunting. I grab his hair and force his face onto the bark. Slamming and slamming the head against the trunk, I start to see blood stain the wood. I don't stop instead I kick his face and then his groan. He starts to whimper which only enrages me more. Why the fuck should this guy even try to whimper after what he did to Gerard? Why should I care about how much pain he is in? I keep kicking and kicking until I see someone coming towards me. I squat down and making him look at me. His face was a collection of cuts. He had some bark pieces stuck in his cheeks and his right eye was blood shot. "You ever touch Gerard again, I'm not going to stop next time." I punch him one more time then walk away.
Fucking asshole.

Notes

HERRO!!!!!!!!! Welp, Ray and Monroe finally came into the story somewhat and Frank kicked that guys ass! HELL YEAH FRANK!!!!!! Whoop Whoop! Well, what did you guys think of the new chapter? Please comment, rate, and subscribe! I love you guys and thanks for reading
-JustaSadNobody :D
P.S. If you have bothered to check the chapter title: Do you get it? It's a lame joke I know but there was pain and it disgusted Frank. So yeah, very lame and sad joke about Fake Your Death xD