I managed to get into chemistry class on time and in my perfect seat at the back which I made sure I sat in every chemistry class. It was near the radiator, the window, the door and was in this perfect alignment so the teacher can't see what you're doing for shit. It also gave me the perfect view of the 'new' boy. How the hell did he get in my chemistry class?! This is going to completely ruin my grades and probably my whole view on chemistry. The class where I can see him. Gerard slid into his seat and looked around, his floppy hair in his eyes. I looked down and pretended to write something on my binder but my hood was over my eyes, so I could technically go incognito. Ish.
He was literally right in front of me, slightly to the left so I could see every time he pulled out his phone and laughed at something. His laugh was something I had for 20 minutes and missed for a whole exact year. I started actually writing something on my notebook cover as hungover looking students piled into class and winced as they saw today's objective.
Compounds. Ugh. I couldn't help my thoughts trailing off to those of that shit film I had watched the night before. When a quiet voice interrupted my violent thoughts.
"Frank." Gerard said without turning round or anything. My heart skipped a beat. My stomach fluttered with frustration and anger and happiness.
"May I help you?" I pretended to be angry with him. I was. Very, very much so. But I was also ecstatic. I never knew how to show happiness and so everything I say usually comes out my mouth and turns into something sarcastic and insulting mid way. I couldn't help it.
"its been a year and still no call?" He turned to look at me and that's when I saw his face in all its glory. It definitely was him, id recognise those eyes anywhere. I recognized his small nose and perfectly sculpted facial structure. Lets just say, he's definitely better looking when he's not sweaty and tired and in bad light. The artificial alertness radiated off him like he was on fire. He hadn't slept in days. I could easily tell.
"its been a year and you fucking moved across the country?" I deadpanned straight back. I was angry to say the least. We had both agreed that we felt a connection that night and now he was just being an ass. I mean, first of all. He could have told me. That would have been great if I knew not to get attached to this piece of shit. I really hate him. I do. I do hate him but at the same time he came back and he's here and I can see him again. I swear to god, I have the mind of a fucking girl.
"nice to see you too" he shrugged at me. I was definitely not in the mood for this shit, god fucking damn it.
"you could have told me you were moving could you not have?" I tried to sound like I really cared but right now all I wanted was a sandwich and a long ass nap to get my head back in gear.
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"uh..so. Frank iero...?" I didn't want Hayley to react like how she reacted to frank as I saw before class.
"don't bother, hun. He's ridiculously depressed, he gets angry over everything, he's sarcastic and mean and I think he carries a knife" well that's fucking something isn't it?!
"what? When did that shit happen?" I was confused. He certainly didn't seem like that kind of person.
"he's just a little ball of rage and sarcasm." She looked up at me, and glared back to where frank was passing outside the window of our home room.
"quick. What do you have first?"
"chemistry...why?"
"shitshitshit" Hayley pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath.
"just do not talk to him! He'll either attack you or burst out crying." She shooed me out the room and I started walking to chemistry. I didn't know what the holy hell she was on about but of damn course I'm going to talk to him.
Oh. That's what she was talking about. I tried to not make eye contact with frank as he scribbled something on his notepad. I took the seat in front of him by accident and by then I couldn't move...shit...
To:Hayley
From:Gerard
I JUST ACCIDENTALLY SAT RIGHT NEAR HIM HELP!!!!
To:Gerard
From:Hayley
You're. Fucked. Well, it was nice knowing you.
That last text made me giggle a bit. I supposed I had to talk to him because we literally had the same best friends.
He spoke dryly, and like he didn't want me to exist. I guess I know what she meant now. Well this is going to be a fairly interesting two hours.

Notes

Ya'll are being so mean with the rates :') am I really that shit?