*Frank's POV*
When we get back to the school, my erection has managed to go down, and we safely make it to our lockers to pick up our stuff for both drama and gym. I, of course grab my history book too so that I can continue that song, but I don't know if I'll actually do any work on it. I know I won't actually do any drama class work, considering it's drama and I've heard that this year is 'Greek Year', and I already know all of the Greek gods (thank you Percy Jackson).
I quickly look over at Gerard, asking if he's ready and see that he's already standing there, with only his history notebook in hand.
"Um, Gerard. We're going to drama."
"I know." he replies matter-of-factly, walking away. He seems to do stuff like that a lot. "I have to finish my drawing."
By now he's about halfway down the hall and I'm still standing there shocked, and probably blushing as red as a tomato. He was joking about the eyes closed thing right?
Anyway, I snap myself out of it and jog to catch up with Gerard, who just about passed the drama room.
"Uh... in here Gee." I said, grabbing his wrist considering he had by now passed the drama room.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't quite know where I was going there."
"That's obvious."
Yet again we were late for class, and sitting all the way in the back corner thinking about how bored we were. At least Gerard had finished his drawing. He didn't show me, but sure enough, I saw that face in the corner, with it's eyes closed.
I after drawing a few more of my symbol, I decided to get to work on my song again, since I was feeling inspired with hate towards this drama teacher to feed off of too.
Now it goes;

I never told you what I saw in the dark
I set fire to the person I was
I'm not built for love
I'm not good enough
I'm unnappreciative of the air that I breathe
I'm unaware of the blood in my veins
I'm not built for love
I'm not good enough

But I'll keep on living
This world keeps on spinning
And you'll keep on giving me shit 'til I choke
But at night we face
But at night we face
But at night we face what lies hidden in our hearts

The secondhand gets louder and louder

I can't stand that fucking smile on my face
I hate the sound of my voice when it shakes
I'm not built for love
I'm not good enough

But I'll keep on living
This world keeps on spinning
And you'll keep on giving me shit 'til I choke
But at night we face
But at night we face
But at night we face what lies hidden in our hearts

The smoke will make your eyes bleed
You don't know who I am
The smoke will make your eyes bleed
You don't want what I have.

But I'll keep on living
This world keeps on spinning
And you'll keep on giving me shit 'til I choke
But at night we face
But at night we face
But at night we face what lies hidden in our hearts

You can't cure me
Drugs can't kill me
Love won't save me from myself

I quite like this song actually. It may be a very upsetting song sure, but it was accurate, and I thought it was quite good.
"You write?" I hear a small voice question from beside me. I jumped too, but realized it was just Gee and calmed down.
"Yeah a little." I said back.
"A little? This is fucking amazing Frankie!" Gerard said, grabbing my notebook enthusiastically. "Got any chords for it, or just the words?"
"Just the words, but I figured if I felt it was good enough I would write the chords when I had Pansy.
"You are writing chords for this right? This is amazing."
"Yeah I guess I'll write the chords for it then."
"Good. Where was the inspiration from?" Gee asks. I just look down at the floor not answering. "Oh. Sorry."
"No it's fine. I actually feel a lot better getting that out of my system. So hey, when we get out of this hell hole, wanna go do something?"
"Of course! Why wouldn't I?!" Gerard seemed really enthusiastic, so I just shrugged knowing there was no answer for that and turned back to my notebook and randomly doodling until a title came to me for my song. Smoke Rings. Symbolizing how I'd turned to the bad stuff during that time. I still smoke, sure, but it's better, and it's legal smoking 100% of the time now too.

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Fucking gym. I hate that class. Why did it have to be so gym. I mean first you have to change in from of people, in a basically sound proof room, perfect to get beaten up in, and then you have to go exercise, only to come back to the death room. It didn't help too, that I'd had Bert in my gym class. Nope not just my gym period, but he had to have the same gym teacher too.
See, here it's all messed up. We just have really big gym classes, but it's three different teachers at once, so its small classes, lots of people in the locker room.
And Bert had my teacher.
Thankfully so did Gee, but that also meant that Gee was also at risk of Bert, and I just couldn't let that happen.
I walked out of the locker room, surprised to see that Bert hadn't been there, but worried because neither had Gerard. I swear, I let Gee out of my sight for 2 seconds, and he's gotten himself into trouble somewhere. I walk across the gym to my gym teacher, and saw a spot of movement out of the corner of my eye, and whipped around to, sure enough, see Gerard's red hair stick out like crazy against the plain white gym walls. I was relieved, but then filled with overwhelming hate when I saw that he was being backed into a corner by none other than Bert.
I charge across the gym floor, not saying anything as to alert Bert, and jump right onto his back only a second too late. Thankfully, I get Bert to the ground, but that is only followed by his friends picking me off of him easily because of my size. I'm brought up to the wall, held in place by Bert's goons, quickly looking over at Gerard who was clutching his jaw where Bert had gotten him hard, with a look of horror in his eyes as Bert got closer to me.
"Don't you fucking dare touch him again!" I say through gritted teach, turning to face Bert again.
"Now you see, Frank, you are at a loss here. I am in control, and I will do what I want to you and your little 'friend' here." He said, putting quotes around 'friend'. He sounded way too calm for my liking. "Now, just to show that. I shall demonstrate."
And with that he walked over to Gerard and kicked him square in the stomach.
"Gee!" I yelled, wriggling one of my arms free. I punched the guy on my right square in the face, causing him to let go and now both my arms were free. I ran over to Bert and punched his arm, so which he flinched back in pain, but came back with a harder punch right to my jaw. I knew that one was going to leave a mark. Gee made a move to get up, only to have Bert turn back around to him and kick him a couple times in the gut. I would have done something, but I was back against the wall with Bert's little helpers. All I could do was yell "Gerard!" A couple times. Where the hell were the gym teachers?!?!
Either way, Gerard eventually stopped struggling, so Bert gave him a final kick to the stomach, and turned to face me. Now, I tried to break free again, but it seems as if the guys holding my back were stronger now, because I knew I wasn't going anywhere after a couple tugs from my arms.
"Now you, Frank. You get to not only have watched that," He said gesturing to Gerard "but you get to feel worse." Before I knew it, I was getting kicked and punched everywhere but Bert and his goons, and all I could do was try to curl up against the people holding me in a spread out, standing position. I peeked my eyes open for a second, to see Gerard waking up from his daze on the floor, and trying to get up, doing a sort of crawl towards me. One of the guys noticed what I was looking at and stopped Gerard to the point where all he could do was reach out to my getting beaten.
Eventually I felt the hands on my arms and legs all leave at once and I fell to the ground. They all just walked away leaving me to collapse to the ground in horrible pain. "Frank!" I head Gerard yell, running towards me as his restrainer leaves, and soon Gerard is leaning over me with a huge bruise on the right side of his jaw. I groan in pain, but none the less reach up to touch Gee's face lightly where the bruise is. My arm falls in pain after a little bit and I wince, causing Gerard to let out a gasp as tears star to roll down my face.
"No don't cry babe. You're gonna be fine. You can do this. I know you can." He reaches up to wipe the tears off of my face softly with his thumb, causing me to smile slightly.
"What about you?" I manage to croak out.
"Me? I'll be fine. You got the worst of it, let's focus on you right now."
"Gee, I'm used to it. You're not. This is probably a lot worse for you."
"I'm not used to it you're right, but you shouldn't have to be, and that's why your situation is worse than mine. You were beaten horribly and you're used to it. That's horrible, and that is final. Okay?"
"Sure, fine." I say, trying to sit up, and failing completely with the way that my stomach was hit. Gerard helps me try to get up my second time and I succeed, feeling the pain rush through me all over. Turns out we were laying there for the whole gym period, so we just head to the locker rooms after everyone left so that he could help me get changed out of my gym uniform, since he never got the chance to change into one.
"How are you now?" Gerard asks as we walk out of the locker room together.
"I'm fine. I know how to deal with this. I'm used to it."
"I know." There was a pause. "Do you still want to do something fun tonight, or do you just want to lay around and heal up?"
"Are you kidding? Laying around with you will be fun. That sounds perfect!"
"Great. Let's head over to my house then, since your mom probably wouldn't be happy with anything going on right now, and we'll do just that." He says kissing me lightly on the nose causing me to giggle a little. And with that we walk out of the gym hand in hand, ready for Gerard's house.

Notes

So here it is....
This was not the chapter I was expecting.
I just kinda, like, write, and stuff comes out based on whatever my mind thinks is good at that point in time. I actually had a plan too, but this is no where near that. I think it's okay though.