You're So Dark

You see, Gerard didn’t like mornings. He didn’t like mornings at all. Well, he didn’t like life, but he just really hated mornings.

And he wasn't really fond of the person trying to wake him up from his completely comfy slumber either.

“Get off me,” he shoved his little brother, who was currently shaking his shoulders and trying to convince him he had to get up and go to school, away from himself, raising his pale hand poetically. “I don’t have to do anything. I only have to die."

“Shut up, asshole, and go get ready.” Mikey took the covers off him, leaving him freezing in his Green Lantern boxers. Gerard groaned loudly, knowing he had no choice now, he had to get up.

“I hate you.” He scoffed at Mikey who just grinned at him and he hurried inside the bathroom. He did the usual stuff, you know, like taking a piss and brushing your teeth and he even paid some attention to his hair. Not that it needed attention really, it wasn’t exactly tamable anyway. It was long, knotted and really, really black [Gerard was a hair dye-queen]. He scoffed at his own reflection in the mirror, just to roll his eyes in a displeased gesture. They weren’t exactly besties so he just flipped himself off in an 'I don't care I'm a princess' manner.

“You’re going to be late,” Mikey’s voice echoed from downstairs. Gerard rolled his eyes again, this time in annoyance and he left the bathroom. He dug through his clothes searching for something clean and without holes. He managed to yank out a pair of faded black skinnies and a Misfits tee. He rolled his eyes again before tugging the clothes on, just for irony’s sake because he was probably one of those people who used the eye-roll gesture even when they were sleeping. He always had a reason, though. Or that was just him comforting himself.

“Eat something,” Mikey said when Gerard entered the kitchen, searching through his hoodie pockets. He always did that, he didn’t know why, but it was a very important thing and he knew that. Or he was just weird and in denial.

“Nah, I’m fine,” he replied to Mikey after a few moments and reminded himself he had to say stuff. He usually just imagined saying them and he didn’t realize it wasn’t really enough because there were still people out there who couldn’t read minds. About 7 billion of them. He poured his coffee into himself, once again followed by Mikey’s concerned look. “If something kills you one day, it will be coffee, I swear to god.”

“Shut up, Mikes.”

“You’re addicted.”

“Not even,” Gerard scoffed and rolled his eyes again when he remembered he wasn’t in Chicago anymore, and his school wasn’t across the street. Actually, he had no idea where his school actually was. “We should get going,” he told Mikey. “Where is this school anyway?”

“It’s just down the street, about 7-8 minutes of walking.”

“Oh, okay,” he finished his coffee and shoved his backpack over his shoulder. “I think I’m going to have a seizure.”

“You won’t,” Mikey looked at him. “Relax. Nobody knows you here. There are probably some really cool people you'll meet at that school.”

“Yeah,” Gerard opened the door. “Totally.”

*

The outside and the inside of the school were abnormally neat. Well, not abnormally, maybe he was exaggerating a bit, but this school was really, like, clean compared to their old one.
Mikey and Gerard walked in together; Gerard’s hoodie zipped up to the top just so less people could see his t-shirt. He wasn’t ready to be called anything other than ‘the new guy’, at least not the first day.

“Hi there,” they heard a small voice behind them. They both turned around to face a nerdy looking guy in skinny jeans and a white shirt, slightly chubby- but only on the cheeks- with dark blonde hair, hipster glasses and a fedora hat. Gerard wanted to laugh at the hat a bit but shrugged off the thought, remembering he was still wearing his Green Lantern boxers.

“I’m Patrick, Patrick Stump,” the guy smiled at them. Gerard’s first impression was that he was really nice, because he was introducing himself without a real reason, probably just because he didn’t want them to feel like aliens.

“Gerard Way, my brother Mikey,” Gerard smiled back and Mikey did too, as much as his eternal poker face allowed.

“I heard that you’re both new, and I have you,” he looked at Gerard, “in all of my classes, so I wanted to come and introduce myself.”
Wow, wasn’t he official, Gerard thought. He liked that, though, because the guy seemed to be pulling off all the sophisticated crap pretty natural and it seemed like he wasn’t faking anything at all.

“That’s really nice of you,” he blabbed, just because he had no idea what else to say, afraid he might come out as a dumb slob or something.

“The first period starts soon. Would it be okay if I followed Mikey to his classroom with you first and then I can show you where our first period is?”
Gerard was still a bit amazed by all the grow-up-ness.

“Yeah, sure,” they both agreed and Patrick lead them down the corridor, rambling something about the teacher who was going to give Mikey his first lesson. They soon said goodbye to him and walked back into the main corridor and down one of the small ones.

“This is your locker,” Patrick pointed at the gray metal.

“666,” Gerard grinned. “Just… perfect.”

“Are you joking or?” Patrick smirked.

“I am, dude, I’m just going to get so much shit for this.”

“I hope not, there are a lot of nice people here. I have a few friends; you’ll meet them at lunch if you want to spend it with me. Mikey also, sure.”

“That would be great, actually,” Gerard smiled; really glad he managed to make something close to an actual friendly acquaintance.
He dumped his backpack into his locker, smirking at the number again.

“Have you got the Science book?” Patrick asked him.

“Yeah, this one?” Gerard unzipped the backpack, fiddled around it, got the book out and showed it to Patrick.

Patrick nodded. “It’s our first class, after form. Our form teacher is also our Science teacher, by the way. Follow me.”

Gerard slammed his locker shut and followed into one of the classrooms, an awkward look on his face while the students were gawking at him as he was taking a seat in the back.
Patrick waved at one of the boys in the front row, the one with a gigantic smile and really big eyes.

Gerard didn’t have enough time to examine the boy when a teacher walked into the room. She was a middle-aged woman with a warm look on her face, and Gerard already knew he was going to hate her. Not because of her, but because of the subject she taught. He hated Science, matter and anti-matter and all the other atomic bullshit he didn’t understand nor gave a fuck about. He listened to the instructions the teacher gave and almost dozed off when the bell rang.

“Mr. Way?” The teacher called him.

“Yes?” He jumped up on his seat.

“Are you managing?”

“Yeah, Patrick here helped me a bit.”

“Yes, he offered to do that. If you need anything, ask him, and if he cannot solve the problem, you’re always welcome to come to me.”

“Thanks, teach,” he smiled shyly.

“You can call me Mrs. Owen,” she looked at him again before the bell rang and she moved onto silencing the class. She started to talk about science or something and Gerard trailed off completely. He'd left his sketchbook at home so he had no choice but to stare at the wall and bathe in complete boredom.

The time passed by painfully slowly before the bell rang and he could finally stand up. He walked over to Patrick who smiled at him politely. “Literature. You don’t want to miss out on this, trust me.”

“Man, I’m not really into that,” Gerard acknowledged. “Classical literature… nah.”

“Just wait.” Patrick dragged him to his locker practically not-stopping-for-breath talking about the Lit teacher. “Mr. Iero is the god of sarcasm,” Patrick blabbed. “I kind of admire him.”

“Are you in love with that guy or something?” Gerard grinned and grabbed his notebook.

“Nah,” he chuckled. “I really like him, as a teacher, that’s all.”

“I hope I’ll like him, too.” Gerard sighed as they entered the classroom.

The teacher wasn’t there but the students were, and there was only one empty spot left in the classroom: the one in the front, the second row in front of the teacher. Gerard sighed and dumped his stuff on the desk.
The bell rang and someone ran inside the classroom just before it ended ringing. Gerard thought he was another student, even though he didn’t see him earlier in Science.

Boy, but he was missing out a lot. The guy had short black hair, obviously dyed [Gerard was an expert], huge hazel eyes and a painfully strong jaw with a narrow chin. He had really pretty lips, which looked really, really soft. And- was that eyeliner? The guy was wearing a long-sleeved, black sweater and dark gray skinny jeans, with black converse on his feet.
He couldn’t be in Science, Gerard would’ve noticed him. He would’ve definitely noticed him.

Did Gerard mention he was bi? Oh, he was hardcore bi. But even if he was straight, he was sure he would’ve turned gay for this guy.
Oh looked, that rhymed.
Gerard noticed that he was shamelessly gawking at the second-period-out-of-nowhere-sex-on-legs but the guy didn’t seem to notice.
He just walked amongst the rows and when he got to the end he stopped at turned on his heel. All the students were looking at him and Gerard was already wondering where the teacher was.

“Oi, people,” he suddenly started talking, his voice deep, calm and confident, coated with a smirk. “Most of you already know me.” His smile was absolutely to-die-for but Gerard didn’t let himself get too distracted, although he was really confused. I mean, the guy was talking and everybody was listening and wow.
He just paced over to the board and grabbed a chalk. He drew a random heart and looked at it.
“I’m Frank, but since we’re at school, the social protocol says you should call me ‘Mr. Iero’,” he rolled his eyes and Gerard widened his.

Him? The teacher? Holy fuck, he had a hottie teacher.

“Anyway, I know all of you, so there isn't much need for introduction - you are, after all, the famous former juniors that tormented my poor brain with bad essays last year…” he eyed the classroom while some of them and then his gaze fell on Gerard, leaving him blushing and startled. “…except for this raven head here.” He smiled warmly at Gerard whose breath hitched inside his throat.
He was most definitely not someone who could talk to people this hot. Because he was sure being this hot was illegal, and if it wasn’t, Gerard swore to god he was going to email his request to the president.

“G-Gerard,” he coughed out. “Gerard Way.”

“French.” Mr. Iero sighed dreamily. “Your name, I mean. It’s a French name.”

“I know,” Gerard muttered.

“Do you like French? I love French. And I really like Audrey Tatou.” Mr. Iero sighed again and Gerard was a bit confused. He didn’t know if the teacher was expecting an answer or anything.
“I’ll leave you alone, you don’t seem really chatty,” Mr. Iero smirked at him and that made Gerard inhale harshly again, but he shot a thankful look at the teacher. He saved him from public embarrassment.
“So, class,” Mr. Iero started. “I’ve got a question for you. What do these words remind you of?”

He turned around swiftly and as he was scribbling the words down on the board, his handwriting neat and curvy, the letters elegantly tilted on one side like everything he wrote was in italics. Gerard noticed he had his hands tattooed in a few places, and Gerard loved tattoos. Gerard really liked Mr. Iero. He wondered what it would be like to examine his tattoos. All of them, because Gerard was sure he had more. All over his body.
Gerard is a teenage pervert, he thought to himself. He knew he was right, though, but he regretted nothing.
Mr. Iero then moved away and Gerard managed to read the three words words.

Red, plague, masquerade.

“It’s a totally easy one, people, I practically answered it.”
Gerard knew the answer. It was really obvious. When nobody in the class answered, Gerard awkwardly raised his hand.
“Mr. Way?”

“The Masque of the Red Death,” he muttered. He knew he was right, it was the easiest thing ever, but obviously people from his new class didn’t enjoy horror stories as much as he did.

“Yes!” Mr. Iero’s face lit up. “Dang son, I’m guessing you have a good taste in literature if you read Poe.” He looked at Gerard who felt slightly encouraged.

“I like horror, I guess,” he mumbled.

“Same here,” Mr. Iero grinned. “I’m mostly a huge sucker for graphic, though.”

“I like mystery more. Slaughter scenes are fun, but it’s hard to find good ones in the books. They mostly aren’t given enough attention there,” Gerard almost naturally said, it came to him as if he was talking to Mikey.

“Good point. Stephen King, though.” Mr. Iero added adoringly.

“One in a million.” Gerard smiled. He realized the majority of the class was staring at him like he was a freak. He ditched the idea of mentioning slaughter scenes further on.

“Exactly.” Mr. Iero shot him a giant grin before he sat down on his desk. He lifted a mug and drank a sip of something Gerard assumed was coffee. Lucky bastard, Gerard thought. He was craving for some coffee. He wouldn’t mind if it was Mr. Iero’s coffee, though.

“Yes, indeed, dear children, Edgar Allan Poe.” He folded his arms on his chest.
“Well, I’m sure Ed was a great guy,” he smiled, “but he wasn’t really sane. If you pick Edgar Allan Poe’s stuff as one of your two monthly book report subjects, I am sure you’ll see my point. As our young Mr. Way here mentioned before, Poe is one of the best mystery and horror short stories’ writer in the history of literature. He was more into the terror of the situation, not the sole horror, so his stuff isn’t that scary. Mostly creepy. Kind of disturbing. And really good. Like, really, really good.” He grinned and unfolded his arms. “He was a psycho, by the way. And married to his cousin.”
The class looked half amused half disturbed, but Gerard was the only one inaudibly giggling.
“And he, my friends, is our writer of the week!” Mr. Iero exclaimed while writing the words on the board. “You’re lucky you can choose. I never had a choice in high school. And we were reading The Divine Comedy. I mean, solid book, but fucking hard. And we had to read it in a month. Which was insane.” He rolled his eyes. “At least I’m not a hag my Lit teacher was. I’m young, brave and bold, you should feel lucky.”

He scribbled some more on the board and Gerard copied with interest. He was slightly surprising himself since he usually wasn’t really interested in schoolwork, but this was different. Maybe it was the teacher [probably], maybe it was the lesson [not so probably, but possibly], and maybe it was the both of them combined [definitely]. Gerard didn’t really care, he enjoyed it anyway.

“What’s your favorite of Poe's stories, Mr. Way?” Mr. Iero turned around.

“Uhm,” Gerard was a bit caught off guard. He wasn’t exactly used to hyperactive, cheery teachers. He assumed Mr. Iero really liked his job if he was so happy doing it. Or he just had a really severe case of ADHD.

“The Black Cat maybe? Or The Oblong Box. Or that golden bug thingy, I can't even remember the name - that was fun, too, like a vacation from the killing stuff.”

“Good point and great choice,” Mr. Iero winked at him and Gerard could've sworn that his heart skipped a beat.

He then realized what he was thinking about. His Lit teacher, for God’s sake.
He was probably a hell lot older.
He checked him out carefully. He couldn’t be that much older. His ass was in the best shape ever [Gerard was an expert]. Hell, Gerard thought he was a student before he introduced himself.

The bell rang [much to Gerard’s annoyance] and the students started leaving the classroom. Patrick came up to Gerard’s desk. “Isn’t he something?”

“He sure is,” Gerard sighed, still dazed a bit. Mr. Iero shot him a grin before he left the room, which kind of set his insides on fire.

What did he do to God?

“What now?” Gerard looked at Patrick when they got to their lockers.

“Trigonometry,” Patrick almost groaned before pulling his book out. Gerard rolled his eyes and wished he could stay in Literature.

Whoa. Wasn’t he a school lover now?

He dragged himself two steps behind Patrick, grunting how he hated Trig while Patrick was mumbling about lunch break they had after two classes of it. “You’ll get to meet Pete and Brendon,” he cheerfully added. “They’re both really nice.”

“Cool,” Gerard acted interested. I mean, he was interested in that, he was just too much of an emo to look on the positive side of it all. Did he mention that he hated Trig?

“Come on, smile a bit, it won’t kill you,” Patrick pulled him by his hood when he almost missed the classroom.

“You’re lucky I ain’t crying. I really don’t like Trig, okay?” He groaned.

“I’d never tell.” Patrick rolled his eyes and sat down on one of the free spots. Gerard did the same and prepared his folded arms as his pillow for the next 90 minutes.

The teacher was one of those old teachers who were there only for the money, and he didn’t really care who paid attention just as long as they weren’t making a mess or being too loud. That wasn’t really a problem for Gerard, he only had to spread his notebook open so it seemed like he was actually doing something. He spent the time in pure boredom, not even remotely caring about the symmetric-something and all the other shit the teacher was going on about how they’ll need at some point in life.

In seventh grade they learned the anatomy of a fern. He still didn’t know a spitshit about the anatomy of a fern and it didn't exactly make his life any harder. It was the same with all these triangles.

“Come on, get up. Let’s get Mikey,” Patrick’s voice woke him up from his slumber.

“Ugh,” he groaned and stood up. He shoved his books inside his locker and followed Patrick down the hallway.

"How were your first 4 periods, Mikey?" Patrick turned to him when they finally got their shit together and headed to the cafeteria.

“Good, good,” Mikey narrowed his eyes as if he was remembering something. “Our form teacher is rad. What about you guys?”

“I really liked Lit,” Gerard mumbled and Patrick cocked an eyebrow at him. Mikey now seemed more interested in the conversation than he was two minutes ago.
“Really? What is the teacher like?”

“Super rad.” Gerard said, even though he was telling only half of the truth.

“He’s trying to say he has the hots for Mr. Iero,” Patrick whispered to Mikey, deliberately being loud enough so Gerard could hear.

“I so don’t!” He exclaimed and groaned when Patrick and his brother started giggling.

“What is he like? Looks, I mean.”

“He’s kind of short, I guess. Short black hair. Good jaw. Huge eyes. Hand tats. Cute smile. Amazing legs. Great ass,” Gerard said and looked at them awkwardly when he realized what he was blabbing about.

“I’d like to meet him,” Mikey cocked a devious eyebrow and sent Patrick into more giggles.

“What are you, like, the Gay brothers?”

“No.” Mikey started laughing. “Appreciating when a guy is hot doesn’t mean you’re gay.”
Gerard nodded vigorously.

“Good point.” Patrick grinned and they moved on from the subject.

Gerard didn’t think Mr. Iero was just hot, because he also had something really attractive inside him. Just his attitude or something, Gerard wouldn’t know. He felt it, though; his gut was all over him for that.

“Stumpy! Who did you bring to us here?” The guy Patrick waved at this morning, the one with the gigantic smile and big chocolate brown eyes called from a table. He stood up and Patrick gave him a hi-five.

“Just some newbs in our crew,” Patrick smiled. “Gerard and Mikey Way.”

“Brothers?” The guy raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah,” Gerard bit his lip. He was a bit awkward around new people, but this guy was sending out a real friendly vibe, so it was kind of okay.

“I’m Brendon, Brendon Urie,” he waved at the both of them.

“Gerard, I’m a senior. Mikey’s my little brother, he’s a sophomore.”

“Who are you calling little? I’m taller than you!”

“I’m older,” Gerard rolled his eyes and sat at the table the others were already sitting at.

“You wear Green Lantern boxers.” Mikey coughed and Brendon burst into laughter, leaving Gerard flushed.

“I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Green Lantern? Dude, seriously?” Brendon was laughing really hard and Patrick was trying not to.

“Hal is awesome, you can all go fuck yourselves.” Gerard pouted.

“Can we not talk about underwear anymore? Nor superheroes?” Patrick sighed.
Gerard noticed an empty spot at their table. “Shouldn’t there be, like, someone else here?”
Just as he finished his sentence someone rushed to their table.

“Barely. Barely!” The guy with black and red, choppy hair and a big amount of eyeliner around his eyes plopped on the chair, heavy breathing from what Gerard supposed was running. “They almost got me.”

“David’s crew after you again?” Brendon looked at him sympathetically.

“Yeah, being the only school emo isn’t the best career in the world.” He sighed.

“Well, you’re not the only one anymore,” Mikey chimed in and pointed his finger at Gerard who glanced awkwardly at the guy, then shot Mikey a death-glare. Brendon giggled when he saw the look on the dude’s face when he realized they weren’t alone at the table.

“I’m sorry,” his eyes widened and he looked at Mikey. “I’m Pete Wentz.”

“Mikey Way,” Mikey muttered, his cheeks flushing just a bit.

Gerard noticed, though, and he resisted the urge to tease him. “Gerard, of the Way clan as well,” he waved at Pete.

“You’re brothers?”

“Husbands,” Gerard snorted while chuckling. “Yeah, man, we’re brothers.”

“Pete is a junior,” Patrick pointed out and coughed. “His form teacher is Mr. Iero,” he added, suggestively waggling his eyebrows.
Gerard suppressed shooting him a death glare.

“Gerard has the hots for Mr. Iero,” Mikey started casually, as if he was explaining a totally obvious situation. Gerard rolled his eyes.

“Everyone has the hots for Mr. Iero,” Pete copied Gerard's face expression.

“Ryan Ross is hotter,” Brendon coughed as he pointed his look to the cafeteria entrance. A tall boy with dark brown hair just went through the door.

“So, nobody is straight here, I'm guessing,” Gerard mumbled, more to himself than to anyone else.

“Basically. There are just too many hot guys here. If any of you were straight before you got here, I wouldn’t be so sure you’ll remain that.” Brendon was talking while eyeing Ryan.

“Seeing Mr. Iero would make Hitler go gay,” Gerard muttered under his voice.

“What was that, Gerard?” Patrick cocked an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Nothing,” he shook his head and kept gawking at the untouched food in front of him.

“What do we have next, Patrick?”

“French,” Patrick said after he swallowed a bite of his sandwich. “Then Art. Then Creative Writing."

Gerard nodded and got back to his daydreaming session. He remembered how Mr. Iero said that he loved French. Maybe he could impress him by talking to him in French or something?

No, Gerard, you stupid fuck. Why would anyone like you for speaking a dumb language? Besides, he’s your teacher. He wouldn’t like you anyway.

He didn’t know why he was thinking so much about that, he just was.
And he didn’t exactly mean to stop.

The bell rang soon, making the group say their goodbyes and leave, each in their own way. Brendon had most of Gerard and Patrick’s classes, except for Lit and Art, so he joined them on their way to the senior corridor. Pete and Mikey ran off in their own directions, muttering an awkward goodbye to each other.

“The French teacher is nice,” said Patrick when they were standing by their lockers. “She doesn’t give much schoolwork, so after a few tasks we’re practically done for the day.”

“Basically, we just do some shit and then fuck around for the rest of the period?” Gerard shut his locker and followed Patrick to their classroom.

“Basically.” Patrick chuckled.

“Guys, wait up!” Brendon’s voice yelled from behind them. “You know who’s joining us in this class?” His face flushed a bit and a cheeky smile went over it.

“Ryan Ross, I assume?” Gerard grinned and looked at the tall boy with a brown fringe from across the hall.

“Such a shame he’s straight,” Brendon sighed.

“Nobody’s straight here,” Patrick lifted a finger knowingly.

“Oh, but Ryan is.” Brendon’s face saddened and Gerard felt an urge to pat his shoulders. He did so and Brendon’s face seemed a bit happier.

“It’s okay, man, he might always realize he’s not straight or something. Or you could help him do that,” Gerard grinned. Brendon just rolled his eyes and entered their classroom, still gawking at Ryan.

“He’s really into that guy, huh?” Gerard whispered to Patrick when he managed to grab the seat next to him.

“Since our freshman year, Ryan’s all Brendon talks about.” Patrick sighed. “We've been friends since then, and he's never looked at anyone the same way he looks at Ryan. I really hope he'll will show at least a sign he’s not straight or something, so Brendon could pick up the guts to ask him out.”

“I hope so too,” Gerard said sincerely.

The bell rang shortly after and the teacher walked in. She gave them the usual speech, something about being decent and polite and they’d all have good grades if they acted nicely. Gerard didn’t even pay attention to the bullshit.
She assigned them a few exercises to do and left the room with an excuse she had to handle some paperwork. Gerard immediately turned to Patrick. “Art now, huh?”

“Yeah. You like Art?”

“I love it. I want to become an artist one day,” Gerard admitted.

“That’s great, dude!” Patrick smiled. Patrick genuinely seemed like one of those really unselfish people, like he could live only on the happiness of other people. Gerard already thought really highly of him, and he hoped they’d start hanging out regularly.

“Hey Pat?”

“Yeah?” He looked at him.

“You want to hang out after school? I mean, it’s only me and Mikey at home the entire afternoon, and we only walk around the house fighting. So, if you haven’t got anything to do…” Gerard scratched his neck awkwardly.

“Sure thing!” Patrick grinned. “Would you mind if Brendon and Pete came over, too? I mean, I promised them we’d hang out these days.”

“No problem, the more the merrier.” Gerard sighed in relief. He was making friends and he was rather unfamiliar with the action.

Gerard started coughing loudly just before the bell rang. “You okay?” Patrick asked him.

“Yeah,” he coughed again while getting up from his chair. “I just think I might be catching the plague.”

Patrick rolled his eyes and giggled. Brendon appeared by their side soon and they left the classroom.

“I swear he made eye contact with me!” Brendon squealed when they got to their lockers.

“Okay, dude, calm down.” Patrick sighed. “I’m sure he did.”

“But he did.”

“Okay, guys, break it up.” Gerard yanked Patrick’s arm. “We have Art to go to, remember? And you have English, Brendon, be sure not to miss that.” He grinned at Brendon who just stuck his tongue out at him.

“See you in Creative writing; I’m sure you’ll love it as much as we all do.” He waved at him while smirking deviously.

“What is he on about?” Gerard turned to Patrick.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he shook his shoulders obliviously. Gerard saw right through him, but he just rolled his eyes and kept his mouth shut.
Art went by interestingly, their teacher was cool and she knew how to explain stuff, so Gerard got out of it pretty satisfied.
“Ready?” Patrick smirked.

“You’re acting weird.” Gerard glared at him. “Okay, let’s go. I just want to survive this class and go home.”

They picked up their notebooks from their lockers and went towards the CW classroom, and Gerard finally gained the moral courage to take his hoodie off and show his band tee to the world.
He entered the classroom pretty uninterested and he sat at the front again, not really happy with the fact he had nowhere else to sit. He dropped his things in front of himself and began doodling inside his notebook, some vampire fangs appearing around the empty page. Somewhere along the bell rang, too, but he was a bit too distracted to acknowledge that, along with the patter of feet against the floor and someone stopping beside his desk.

“A great taste in books, a great taste in music. What else should I expect from you, Mr. Way?” He heard a familiar voice and his head shot up. He was staring at that gorgeous smile he'd met a few times during the second period.
“And hell, man, you’re good at drawing.” Mr. Iero added while looking at his notebook doodles.

“Uhm, thanks?” Gerard muttered, not sure where to pick the pieces of his lost mind from. He was sure he was blushing, as well.

“Nessun problema.” Mr. Iero smirked at him again and just a tiny piece of his brain died when they made eye contact.
“Today, dear class, we shall be writing!” He turned around and over-enthusiastically grabbed a chalk.

Gerard was a bit too confused for functioning, but he kept calm. If ‘keeping calm’ was a synonym for ‘freaking the frick out of his mind because his hot teacher was way too hot to be legal’.

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