You're Eyes are Getting Tired

“Frankie! Wake up!” I heard my mom yell from downstairs, and I unwillingly opened my eyes. Today was my first day of Junior year. I know I should be excited because I’m one year closer to graduating, but at the same time i’m not. I’m not going to graduate. I’ll be dead long before then.

I reluctantly rolled out of bed and wiped the sleep out of my eyes. I went and took a shower, then styled my hair and got dressed in a black tee and black skinny jeans and red vans, then slung my backpack onto my shoulder.
I left without saying goodbye to my mom, and put my headphones in the second I stepped out the door. I looked up from my phone and saw that Gerard and Cassidy were on his motorcycle. I walked past them and saw that Gerard had been staring at me in his rearview mirror. I blushed a little and kept walking. Within a few minutes, the rode past me.

I arrived at school and waited in line for my schedule. I finally got it, and looked it over and headed to my first class, which was music. I looked for an open seat and saw that there was two. One toward the front and one way in the back. I was about to take the one in back, but Gerard strolled by me, and sat down in it. I sighed and took the other option.

Once the bell rang, the teacher came forward and introduced himself. Then he said "Okay, when I call off your names, please say your name, what instrument you play, and your favorite band.” He called of some of the kids’ names, then he called mine. “I’m Frank. I play Rhythm guitar, and my favorite band is the misfits.” I said. “Thank you Frank.” He said, then carried on with the other students while I colored a tattoo on my hand blue. I didn’t really pay attention until I heard Gerard’s name. I didn’t look at him, but I was listening for him to talk. “Gerard? Is there a Gerard here?” The teacher asked. He looked like he was going to say something, but Gerard cut him off. “I’m Gerard, I sing, and my favorite band is Iron Maiden.” He said in a nonchalant voice. The teacher nodded, then said "Okay, well I don't really have a lesson plan for you guys, so go ahead and do what you must, just try to be quiet." I shrugged and went back to coloring on my hands. I heard someone clear their throat and I looked up and my eyes met Gerard’s hazel orbs. I dropped my marker. "Hey, Frank. Mind if I call you Frankie? K, well I'm Gerard.” He said. For some reason, I. COULDN’T. MAKE. WORDS.He waved his hand in front of my face. “Hello? Anyone in there?” He asked, and I giggled like a dying fucking goat. God could this get any worse? "H-Hi, Gerard. C-Can I help you with something?” I asked him. He cocked a perfect black eyebrow. “What do you mean?” He asked me. “Well usually guys like you don’t talk to guys like me.” I said. “And what kind of guy am I?” He asked, and I practically melted into his eyes. “Popular, a rebel, hot.” I said. Then I realized what I said and immediately covered my mouth with my hands. Apparently this can get worse. “I didn’t mean th-” He cut me off by saying “Don’t worry about it Frankie. You’re not so bad yourself.” I almost died, right there. But nope, I still have to wait five more months for that to happen. I smiled at him and the bell rung. Damn you bell. I sighed and Gerard picked up my marker from the floor, and grabbed my hand and wrote something on it. He stood up and winked at me, then slung his bag over his shoulder and strolled out. I looked down at my hand. It was his number. I hate Gerard Way’s number written on my hand. Holy Shit. I smiled and got out of my chair to walk to my next class.
I’m closer to completing number one on my bucket list

Notes

Hey guys! So, I will probably update this on a daily basis or a few days after, but the updates will be close together. I really enjoy writing this story..so yeah :) Tell me your opinions on this chapter and story in the comments, please? Also, have you guys read these :Homosexuality is Sin, Counting Down the Days to go, and trinity rising? They are super good and I highly recommend them!
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