Hey Mr. Way

The weekend was over. My awesome, amazing weekend with Gerard was over. Saying I felt 'pissed off' was an understatement.
I groaned and dragged myself out of bed to face the wonderful joys of Monday. I grabbed a quick showed and got dressed, then went downstairs to say bye to my mum.
'' Don't you want any breakfast sweetie? '' she asked.
'' I'm okay mum, I'm not hungry. But thanks anyway, '' I said and with that I headed out the door. I decided to walk to school rather than get the bus, even though it was freezing cold. I just put my gloves on and plugged my earphones in.
When I got to school, there was, of course, the usual. Paper with words such as 'faggot' and 'gay emo' stuck on my locker. They really should think of some better names, seriously. Oh wait, they can't because they're so fucking stupid since they never listen in class, they just spend all their time trying (and most of the time failing) to make my life a misery.
I put my stuff in my locker and pulled off the notes, shoving them into the nearest bin I could find, then I headed to form class.
After form I went to my first lesson, which was Drama. Fucking joy. I hate Drama so much, I'm not exactly confident when it comes to doing stupid performances in front of the entire class. I quickly scrawled a note and put my mums signature at the end, so I could skip the lesson with a fake headache which I apparently had since this morning when I woke up.
'' Okay Frank, you may just sit outside, then I'll call you in to watch everyone else's performances near the end. ''
I nodded and went to sit outside for the entire lesson, then came back in to watch everyone do their shitty performances.
When everyone had finished, the bell rang, signalling break. I got up and headed straight to Gerard's classroom. I bumped into someone when I was just walking through his door.
'' Oh! Sorry! '' I exclaimed as I looked up to see a woman with dark-blonde hair and red lipstick. She was wearing a tight white blouse which was too small for her, she was obviously wearing it on purpose because it made her boobs look big. She was also wearing an incredibly short black pencil skirt and black tights, and shiny black heels. Looks like a bit of a slut to me I thought to myself but then felt kind of bad afterwards because I was judging her before I'd even met her.
'' No problem! '' she said back, '' who are you, anyway? ''
Was she questioning who I am and why the fuck I'm here? She doesn't need to know. I decided just to answer her truthfully anyway.
'' My name's Frank Iero. Who are you? ''
'' I'm Miss Price, I'm a new art teacher here, '' she replied. I expected her to smile or something at the end but she looked at me with a cold face.
'' O-oh, hello Miss, '' I said. She smiled before she left, but her smile looked fake, and she narrowed her eyes, she looked like she hated me for no reason. I shook my head and forgot about her when I stepped inside Gerard's classroom and he was sat at his desk.
'' Hey, Gerard, '' I smiled. He looked up from his computed and grinned.
'' Heya Frankie, '' he replied and took the last sip of his coffee, '' hey, uh, just between you and me...''
'' Yeah..? ''
'' That new Miss Price, '' he said before lowering his voice to a whisper, '' she looks like a bit of a whore, doesn't she. ''
My face cracked and I started laughing.
'' I thought the exact same when I saw her, '' I replied.

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