Cemetery Drive

Frank dropped his bag next to Mikey and fell onto the grass. He laid down and stared up at the clouds, squinting slightly at the bright blue sky. He let out an exhausted sigh and closed his eyes, suddenly feeling extremely relaxed. He felt someone move next to him and he opened his eyes to find Mikey lying next to him.
"Don't worry about Ge- Mr Way, he can be unfair at times..." Mikey reassured him. Frank frowned slightly.
"That's the second time you've messed his name up..." Frank watched Mikey shuffle slightly and look away.
"Why do you keep nearly calling him something else?" Frank teased and nudged Mikey with his elbow. Mikey looked at him and laughed, shaking his head slightly.
"Don't you know?" someone suddenly spoke. Both boys sat up quickly to find Brendon sitting on the bench opposite them. He smirked at them.
"Kn-Know what?" Frank stuttered and looked at Mikey. Mikey sighed and pushed himself off the ground, wandering over to Brendon to sit next to him.
"Mr Way's his brother," Brendon spoke, his mouth full of sandwich. Frank shot Mikey a confused look, Mikey nodded and smirked slightly.
"Mhm, yeah. Gerard... I thought you would have worked it out? We have the same last name..." Frank thought about it for a few seconds. It was actually very obvious. They had the same last name, they smirked in the same way, they looked alike... Frank laughed at himself for not noticing it before. Well lucky him, he's made friends with the art teacher's younger brother. Frank smirked at the thought.

~Time lapse to after school~

Gerard sat at his desk, checking the clock every second. He's two minutes late. Gerard frowned and stood up, walking towards the door. Just as he opened it, someone suddenly collided with him. Frank's face hit against Gerard's chest, causing both men to stumble back a bit. Frank looked up, his eyes huge and terrified.
"I-I'm so sorry, S-Sir," he stuttered. He sounded nervous... Gerard narrowed his eyes at the student and moved out the way to let him inside the room. Frank sat himself at the front desk and watched the teacher walk back to his desk. He leant against the desk and faced Frank. They stared at each other for a few moments before Gerard spoke.
"Can I have your art book, please?" Gerard held his hand out, waiting for Frank to hand it over. Frank simply shook his head nervously.
"Why?" Frank looked up at Gerard to see the furious look come back. Frank gulped, suddenly feeling more nervous than he originally had.
"Frank, give me your art book," The teacher kept his hand out.
"N-No," Frank argued. Gerard slammed his fist against the table, making Frank jump, just like he had earlier that day.
"It wasn't a question, just give me your god damn art book, Frank!" he shouted in the student's face. Frank felt tears sting his eyes. Oh please don't cry, not now, not in front of the teacher.
"What did I even do wrong? I-I-I drew a picture, that's it!" he shouted back at his teacher. Gerard dragged his hands down his face. What was making him so damn frustrated? He suddenly heard quiet sniffs coming from Frank, he moved his hands to see Frank's face buried in his arms. His shoulders jolting up. Why was he crying? Gerard looked around the room, now knowing what to do. Gerard cleared his throat to speak.
"Uh, Frank.." He watched the student slowly lift his head, tears still running down his face.
"Are you okay?" The teacher's voice was barely a whisper. He felt a wave guilt hit him. Did he make him cry? Was it his fault?
"You know what?! No, i'm not okay! Fuck you! Fuck all of this! I never wanted to come to this god damn school anyway, I never asked to move here!" Frank screamed and pushed the chair back, he picked his bag up and looked back at his teacher. He felt tears falling down his face and he didn't even bother to try to stop them.
"Frank I-" Gerard started to apologise but was interrupted by Frank screaming at him again.
"NO! No, no no! Fuck you, fuck you FUCK YOU!" Frank slammed his fist against the door before swinging it open and pushing past the teacher who was then entering the room. Gerard fell into his chair, not knowing how to feel or react, or what to even say.
"What was that about?" Ray asked him, sitting on Gerard's desk on front of him. Gerard sighed and leant his head back a bit so he was staring at the ceiling.
"I give up with that kid. He's crazy," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes furiously and sitting up to look at his friend.
"Frank Iero?" Ray questioned him. Gerard nodded and sighed again, rubbing his forehead gently.
"Hey be easy on the kid, he hasn't had it easy, ya know," Ray gently kicked Gerard to get his attention properly. Gerard looked up at Ray and gave him a quizzical look. Ray sighed and shook his head.
"This is the fifth school he's been to in the last six months," Gerard scoffed at Ray's statement.
"Yeah, i'm not surprised if that's the way he acts," Gerard folded his arms and watched Ray shake his head.
"No, no. It's never been Frank's fault... he was bullied so badly in every single one that his mother had to move him... to protect him," Gerard gave him another confused look.
"Protect him from what?" Gerard slightly laughed at how silly it sounded.
"From himself, i guess.." Ray shrugged and watched Gerard's face form an even more confused look.

Notes

Okay i don't know really. This is basically going to go into Frank's past. So yeah, prepare yourself it isn't particularly happy... But yeah i hope this is decent enough.

I'll update tomorrow/soon.

thankyouxo