Gerard’s POV
Frankie blushes so easily. It’s very noticeable and very, very cute. When I ask him what he was thinking about, he squawks. Any expressions are displayed like an open book, and I read them easily. He looks a little panicked. I re-assure him by cupping my hands around his strong jawline, and placing a chaste kiss on his nose. Speaking of which, he has an extremely sweet one. It’s pretty straight, and rounds off nicely at the end. Perfect for kissing.

As I pull away the bell rings, giving me an ideal exit. No awkward chat about it, just a smooth getaway. I make sure to swing my hips a little more than usual, chuckling to myself as I imagine his reaction. He would probably blush again.

First period was a drag. The history teacher, Mr. Howard, knows exactly how to make everything boring. I search the walls for his diploma in the art. Unfortunately, I don’t find one. I conclude he must have hung it on the wall in his house. Maybe he even stuck it to the fridge. He probably kisses it every night before going to sleep, whispering promises of faithfulness to it. I snort at the image, and he shoots me a stern look.
“Gerard, is there something funny about nineteenth century Britain?”
I suppress a smile, deciding whether to cheek him or just oblige to the ‘shut up’ looks he was shooting me. Being the sassy bitch I am I go with the first option.
“Um, actually, I was just wondering where your diploma is.”
He sighs as if he does not have the time or the shits left for another one of my antics of a badly behaving teenager.
“It’s right up there, Gerard.” He sighs and points above the white board. Sure enough, his teaching diploma is right up there.
"Can I continue the class now?" Mr. Howard sounds extremely fed up, though its nothing new.
“Oh, no, silly me.” I shake my head a little and smile for effect. “Not that one. I meant your PhD in making every lesson boring as fuck. Or did you get a Masters?” I say, my voice dripping in sarcasm and my head cocked to the side patronizingly. A few students snort, and then quickly cover their mouths, not wanting to be caught out.

Mr. Howard stands there like a goldfish, mouth opening and closing. Probably he’s never heard such a 'vibrant public display' of ‘vile language’ and ‘blatant disrespect’. This is exactly how he describes it on the note he scrawls, ordering me to the principal’s office immediately. I stand up, receive it with a polite ‘thank you’ and a flourish of my wrist, and walk out the door. Fuck that, I think once in the corridor. I rip the note into tiny pieces, then drop down to my knees on the cool flooring. Chill air flows under the door, blowing softly against my jeans. I hold the paper in my fist.

I slip the torn fragments through the gap between the ground and door, and then puff a breath of air against them so that they scatter across the linoleum flooring. I watch through the tiny window in the door as Mr. Howard pauses yet again, rolling his eyes. He casts one glance at the ripped pieces and pinches the bridge of his nose, looking to be at the very end of his tether. Most of the room is staring at the bits of paper curiously, chuckling nervously. I giggle from out in the hallway, attracting the students’ attention. People figure it's okay to laugh, and the room quickly fills with the sounds of disbelieving laughter.

As if acting on impulse the teacher just starts packing up his things into his brief case. Unbelievably fast, his laptop and teaching notes are packed away. He leaves his mug of now cold coffee on the desk. The door flies open and he all but sprints down the hall to the car park. Our whole class pushes out of the room just in time to see him start up his car and peel out of the car park. Everyone laughs and cheers.
“Safe driving, sir!” I yell after him.

***
I arrive ten minutes late to break. Frankie is sitting at his table in the corner again. He is still all alone, and appears to have either not eaten or finished his lunch. I break away from the group, earning a questioning look from Ray. I motion that I’ll be right back.
“Hey,” I say casually. Just like yesterday, he jumps.
“Jesus Christ, Gee! Stop scaring me like that!”
I grin, eyebrows raised, and question the nickname. “Gee?”
He looks down, obviously uncomfortable. “Sorry. You don’t like it?”
“No, I love it. I think it’s very cute.”
He looks back up at me, all hope restored. I beam at him, glad to see him happy. I sit down at his table and start to eat my lunch.
“How were your classes?” I inquire after a bite of my sandwich. It’s a good sandwich.
“Fine I guess, I mean maths went on and on, but they were mainly okay. How about you?”
I snort at this, and then tell him about first period. He looks shocked yet strangely impressed.
“D-do you think you have a detention?” his eyes widen.
“Nah, not unless Sir comes back. Which I'm ninety eight percent sure he won’t.”
Frank lets out a long breath then giggles.
“You are so crazy.” He states.
“Crazy about you, baby!” I wink at him. As soon as I say it, I know it’s true. It feels right.
He takes in a sharp breath, searching my face for traces of a lie, and when he doesn't find one he looks down, blushing. I've made him nervous, just like he makes me. But I also sense that I am at home around him, however cheesy. He looks back up at me with earnest eyes.
“I, um, like you too, Gee. A lot.” He says quickly, before averting his gaze.
As silly as it is, my heart soars as though nothing could make it rise higher. Then I do something he clearly wasn't expecting. I leap from the table and hug him, lifting him off his seat a little. I breathe, in the scent of his shampoo all I can smell with his silky hair tickling my face. I feel like everything is okay now. All that really matters is that yes, I like Frank and yes, he likes me back. I gussy myself up for the next question I am going to ask.

“Well then, Frank Iero,” I start, taking his hand, “will you please give me the pleasure of taking you on a date?” I muster up as much chivalry as I can.
Frankie looks at me as though he doesn't believe what I am saying. Pure joy virtually radiates off of him.
“R-really? I mean, yes, sure, absolutely!” This time it is his turn to throw his arms around me. He squeezes me tight and I nuzzle my face into his neck. In this moment I felt so content.

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