Frank:

I pushed the door open and immediately felt everyone stare at me. I awkwardly shuffled towards the teacher's desk. He looked at me through his bright red hair. It was hanging over his eyes but I could still see the hazel orbs staring up at me. He leant back in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair, brushing it off his face. He tilted his head to the side and looked up at me.
"You must be Frank Iero?" I felt a blush hit my cheeks as I heard the other kids whispering and giggling to each other. Yeah, Frank is such a funny name apparently. I sighed and looked at my feet.
"I, uh, I-I guess," I stuttered. I felt like kicking myself when I saw the teacher smirk at me.
"You guess? You guess you're Frank Iero" I heard more giggles. I shook my head and nearly laughed at myself for sounding so stupid.
"Yes, i'm Frank," the teacher let out an amused sigh and quickly scribbled something down on a piece of paper.
"Right Mr Iero, you'll be sitting with Mikey," he gestured towards the back of the classroom. Thank goodness it was at the back. I wandered towards the desk and the dorky looking kid quickly looked up at me from his work. He had black hair which looked like it had been super glued to his head. He looked vaguely like the teacher.
"Oh, i'm Mr Way, by the way Iero," the art teacher smirked again before carrying on with his work. I nodded and looked back at this Mikey kid. He was staring at me weirdly. I cleared my throat and smiled at him. He quickly extended his arm out towards me, making me jump a bit.
"I'm Mikey.." he grinned at me as I shook his hand.
"I'm-" before I could say my name he interrupted me.
"Frank, yeah I heard," he smirked and looked back down at his work before he carried on scribbling on it. That went well, I think?

Mikey:

I hated having my brother as my art teacher. But it was either him or Mr Wesley, so I guess Gerard was the better choice. I was getting really into my work when the door suddenly swung open and everyone look up and stared. I took a quick glance to see what was so interesting. There was a shortish kid, with short hair, but a long fringe hanging over one eye, standing at the front of the classroom, looking completely terrified. The new kid. I pushed my attention back to my work when I heard people giggling, I looked up to see Gerard smirking at this kid.
"You guess you're Frank Iero?" Gerard smirked at the embarrassed looking kid. Gerard had a habit of making people feel utterly foolish in front of others. But at least I now know the kids name. Don't understand what's so funny about the name Frank though. I then noticed Gerard pointing his finger in my direction. Frank followed where he was pointing too and looked quite relived, actually. He wandered towards me and stopped when I looked up at him. He smiled and sat awkwardly next to me. I held my hand out to him, trying to be friendly, but he flinched as if I had a knife pointing at him. He hesitantly shook my hand as I introduced myself.
"I'm Mikey, I grinned at him. He opened his mouth to speak but I quickly interrupted him.
"Frank, yeah I heard," I smirked before I turned my attention back to my work. That went well, I think?

Gerard:

I was thankful the class was finally quiet, it meant I could finally get on with some unfinished sketches I started but never had the damn time to finish. I started to sketch furiously when the door swung open and a new kid walked in. He awkwardly wandered to my desk and stood there. He was short, really short. His fringe hung over his eye like a broken curtain. He bit his lip ring nervously and waited for me to address him. I slumped back in my seat and looked up at him.
"You must be Frank Iero?" I heard the other students whisper and giggle to each other. I never understood why Frank was such a funny name. Frank sighed and looked at his feet. He was obviously used to this kind of reaction.
"I, uh, I-I guess," he shrugged. I felt a smirk cross my face as I heard his answer. I couldn't help but make a sarcastic comment.
"You guess? You guess you're Frank Iero?" I saw a blush creep across his cheeks as he suddenly realised how stupid he sounded.
"Yes, i'm Frank," I scribbled his name down on a piece of paper and directed him to sit with Mikey. Mikey was good at making friends, and this kid certainly needed some. When Frank had finally shuffled away I leant forwards and started sketching again. But the thought of Frank's furious blush and the way he bit his li ring from nerves hung in my head. There's something about that kid that's slightly mesmerising. Well, that went well, I think?

Notes

First story, first chapter. Sorry it's awful. Subscribe, rate, comment, etc if you like it, maybe?

By the way, it's not all going to be written like this, I think most of it, if not all, will be written in third person.

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