The Teacher.

~Gerard's point of view~
I woke up on my first day ever of being a teacher and i have to say i'm nervous. i'm teaching art and i'v wanted to either teach art or be a musician since i was little so i'm happy but its a bit overwhelming. Also i'm the youngest teacher at the high school but i think i might be able to handle it. i rolled out of bed and walked over to my closet to find something to wear. I pulled on a white button up shirt and buttoned all the buttons except the top two buttons. i loosely tied a red tie over the shirt and pulled on black skinny jeans. i know their not the most professional pants to wear but i just flat out refuse to wear dress pants and the principal is okay with it. I pulled on red converse shoes grabbed my keys and wallet and walked out the door on my way to my new work. I got out of my old truck and walked inside to my class. I sat down and decided i'd let the kids choose where they wanted to sit. I went and got my stuff ready. then sat down and listened to music on my laptop while i waited for students to arrive.

~Frank's point of view~
BEEP.BEEP.BEEP
I rolled over and turned off my alarm clock. i pushed myself out of bed and groaned at the pain i felt on my arms. i pulled my sleeves down over my wrists with a sigh. First day of senior year....fun. No it wont be fun it will be terrible exactly like every other year of my life
"FRANK YOUR LAZY ASS BETTER BE OUT OF BED"
I heard my dad call from down staris and i sighed and got dressed in my usual long-sleeved band shirt -today was Blink 182- black skinny jeans black converse with red laces and a red beanie. I grabbed my wallet and walked down stairs not even acknowledging my father as i walked out the door and started walking to school. Yes i was a senior as of today but i still didn't have a car. i didn't have the money to buy one yet and my jerk of a father sure didn't. i got to school and headed to my locker putting my stuff up.
"Faggot!" called a group of kids walking down the hall. I heard insults like "Queer" and "homo" from the others and sighed. i was used to this. being one of the only openly bi-sexual kids in school i got bullied a lot but i was used to it. i'd always been bullied so nothing new. I pushed my hair out of my eyes as i walked on to class.

-time skip to class right before lunch!-
I walked into my art class and sat in the back of the class hoping the new teacher let me stay there. As i was sitting in the back I looked at him and realized he looked really young...He had black hair about to his jaw line and hazel eyes. He was actually kind of good-looking.

He sat in his chair until the class filled up then stood and walked to the front of his desk leaning back on it
"OK you guys can sit wherever you want, So long as you listen and not talk or i will move you...I'm not going to be super strict in class but please pay attention when i talk" He said "With that lest start." He said and jumped up on his desk sitting cross legged looking at us all
"I'm Gerard Way by the way...you all can call me Gerard because Mr.Way sounds odd"
I pulled out my notebook and a pencil and started drawing him sitting on the desk. i loved art. it was the only thing besides playing guitar or singing that made me truly happy at times. as i was drawing i heard Gerard announce that to get to know us better he wanted to starting from the front of the room have us all stand up and say our names and our ages to the class. ugh i hated doing stuff like this. as i waited through everyone else when it was my turn i stood up slowly and said "Frank Iero, 18" but before i could completely sit down one of the jocks that liked to bully me called out "Don't you mean Frank-The-Faggot, age Homo" He said. i sat back down looking down at my lap. "Jacob. You know have detention after school" Gerard said, then added "I'd like to talk to you after class Frank" i nodded then went back to drawing him sitting there teaching.


After class i stayed behind as everyone else left and walked up to Gerard's desk clutching my notebook to my chest.
"What was that about?" He asked me as i stood there looking down at my feet.
"i dunno, He likes to call me a faggot i guess due to the fact he thinks i'm gay." i said quietly wishing this day could just be over. "Why does he think that?" Gerard asked but i really didn't feel like answering there question right now so i mumbled and excuse about having to go to lunch, leaving out the fact that i never ate at lunch anyways. i could feel tears forming in my eyes so i hurried to the bathroom refusing to let anyone see.

~Gerard's point of view`~
i watched as Frank hurried from the class room and for some reason i felt bad for him. it seemed like this kid has been through a lot and i didn't want to add to his problems but i was curios about this Frank Iero.....i'd be sure to find out more about him. it was strange though. for an 18 year old he was awfully short

Notes

So....i think that sucked.......comment and let me know what you think??
~MattyTheKilljoy~