Say my name and his in the same breath
I dare you to say they taste the same
Let the leaves fall off in the summer
And let December glow in flames

Music blasted into my ears as math class went on. The teacher was droning on about the classroom rules, but I didn't bother to pay attention. It's the same thing every year, anyways. Keep your hands to yourself, no talking out of turn, no food in class. All the same. I've gotten about... 17 notes thrown at me, all reading the same things. Fag, emo, burn in hell, go die, kill yourself. Gotten tripped 5 times. I just wanted the day to be over with. God, I needed a cigarette. I rubbed my tired eyes, not really caring that is smudged my eyeliner. Suddenly the bell rang. I sighed out of relief and stuffed my notebooks back into my bag. As I walked out of class, I saw Bob and his friends standing near his locker, chattering and laughing. One of them saw me, whispered something to the rest, and they all immediately shut up. I turned on my heel to go to art. Art has always been my favorite subject. My art is the only thing I'm confident about. But now that there's a new teacher, I don't know how much I'll like it. I usually eat lunch in the art room, but when I walked in today I heard people speaking and found an empty classroom to stay in for the period. I took a deep breath when the door to art came into view, the door painted with splatters by the old teacher, Mr. Lucker. I could still feel people staring at me as I stepped through the door and into a room smelling like paint and full of talking children. I took a seat in the back, near the shelves of paint and art supplies. The teacher apparently wasn't here yet. I wonder what he looked like. Like I said, probably a balding man stuck in a mid-life crisis who is either extremely creepy or hates kids with a burning passion. Who the fuck names their kid Frank, anyhow? I guess I can't really be one to talk when I'm the one with the uncommon name of Gerard.

All the chattering stopped when someone yelled, "shut up!" When the room was completely silent, we could hear two people talking from outside the door.
"So I'll meet you in the lot?" a girl asked. The other person hummed in agreement. "Okay, great! See you!" There was clicking of heels fading before the door finally swung open. I didn't look up to see whoever walked in, I was too busy starting a sketch. Art helps me get my mind off of things, alright? It's my only release other than... well, something I don't talk about a lot. I didn't know who I was drawing, but started off on the guidelines.
"Good afternoon!" he said cheerfully. I wasn't really paying attention, though. "I'm your new teacher, Mister Iero. Your old teacher quit, before anyone asks. Before we do anything else, let's start on role call." I heard the shuffling of papers, and then everyone around me starting giggling. I pulled my eyes away from my notebook for a split second to see someone squatting on the floor, scrambling to pick papers up. A throat was cleared and the laughing stopped. Then, the names of other kids in the class were called. "Emily Ayala...?"
"Here!"
"Jack B-"
"Here."
"Alex Gaska--"
"Heeeere!"

There wasn't much that distracted me from the drawing until suddenly a tattooed hand snatched it away. I gasped and tried to grab it from them, but they stepped away from my desk immediately. I looked around the room to see everyone chuckling, their hands over their mouths. Then, I turned to the bastard who took my notebook.

Standing there was a man who couldn't be older than 25. He wore tattered jeans and a black shirt, the logo printed on it covered by my notebook. Tattoos peeked out from the collar and sleeves, the one that looked like some kind of bug and scissors on his neck slightly covered by his dark hair that wasn't much longer than my own. He had hazel-brown eyes that flickered around as he looked at my drawing, which at this point looked vaguely like my brother. He smirked and the lip ring I hadn't noticed before gleamed in the light. He looked up from the book and at me, and his plugs and nose ring became visible. "You're Gerard Way, right?" he asked me. "Mikey's brother."
"Y-Yes, Mister..." I searched for a name tag, finding one clipped onto his shirt. "Iero."

Wait, what? This was Mr. Iero, this really fucking cute guy standing in front of me?

Oh, fuck, I was wrong.

His eyes widened a bit when I answered, but I was probably the only one close enough to see it. "Well, Gerard, please stay after school today." I nodded, and he dropped the notebook back onto my desk with a soft thud, and went back over to his desk. "With some of my other classes, I had them draw something that they believes defines them, but that didn't work out very well. Many of them just drew phallic images." Everyone laughed a bit. "So I guess you guys can just... mingle?" Oh, that's what high schoolers do best.

Notes

title is from Panic! At The Disco's "The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know"

xo