*Frank's POV*
I walked through the front doors to the high school with Gerard, only we weren't holding hands anymore, only to be greeted with a nice punch to the face. Bert. I fucking knew it. I knew he'd ruin my day today especially with Gerard being here. Thankfully, Gerard seemed to slip away to the corner, going unnoticed by Bert and his comrades even with that hair.
"Where were you yesterday, punk?" Bert questioned, his voice practically dripping with hate, and I don't even know why. "Were you at home slitting your little emo wrists?" With that, I just toned out Bert immediately thinking of Gerard, who at the mention of cutting immediately widened his eyes, but still looked straight at me, very concerned, but obviously frozen to the spot.
I was soon brought out of my thoughts though, when I got pushed hard, and fell to the ground. I backed up as far as I could get, only to have my back hit the cold door. I got a kick right to the face, having me fall over curled up into fetal position. I knew they were yelling stuff at me, but I blocked it out, getting a peek at Gerard, still standing quiet in the corner.
His face was more pale than it normally is, and he was staring straight at me with a look crossed somewhere between horror, and concern. He looked like he couldn't decide whether or not to help or run. I shook my head, covering my eyes hoping Gerard would get my signal and leave, saving himself. I was dead meat anyway. Or at least close to that. I knew Gerard shouldn't see me like this, he didn't deserve it.
Then I felt something warm under my hands, realizing I had another nosebleed.
Thankfully, after the guys saw blood, they left, deciding that they should get to class. I groaned, slowly trying to sit up, hearing a crash somewhere close and curling back up.
"No no no no. Are you okay, should I get help?" It was just Gerard, and the crash was him dropping his books.
"I'm fine. That wasn't the worst one I've ever gotten." I said back casually, trying again to sit up, and ending up only leaning back against the door.
"Are you sure?" Gerard said back. There was pain in his eyes and a huge amount of concern, like me being hurt was hurting him, but I was probably only kidding myself again.
"I'm sure." I said standing up, chuckling a little at the look on Gerard's face, and how shocked he was with me standing up like nothing was wrong.
"At least clean the blood off of your face." Gerard said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me away from the door only to turn right back around again, almost running into me. "Uh... where's the bathroom?" He asked turning a little red.
"Ugh." I sighed, chuckling a little again and walking towards the bathroom, dropping my bag and hopping up on the counter, watching Gerard grab some toilet paper and wetting it to clean off my face.
We were silent for a little, until Gerard spoke up asking "Are you sure you're okay?" Backing up from me to see if he'd missed any blood.
"I'm positive. I've blacked out before, and I withstood my mom's beatings. Remember?" I asked, him just replying with a small, sad nod, turning away to throw out the toilet paper. "So what's your first class?" I asked, breaking the small silence that had happened again.
"I think I have Art first." Gerard said.
"I do too!" I said back enthusiastically. "I just have to drop off my books at my locker. Some with me?"
"Yeah. I don't even know where locker... 238 is." Gerard said looking at his schedule.
"Oh that's by mine, 235. There isn't even anyone between us."
"Great!" Gerard said, as I grabbed his wrist pulling him towards our lockers so that we could maybe get to class before it ended.

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I walked into art class, Gerard right by my side, and sat down quietly at a desk right in the back of the class. Thankfully, the teacher hadn't noticed that we'd been late to class, so I just opened up my notebook and squinted up to the board trying to take notes on whatever she was teaching. I decided I was bored with catching up, and considering I was late because of Bert, I took it as not my problem and just started doodling in the corner of my notebook putting a bunch of lines and symbols together until I got something I liked. I laughed when I turned one to the side and realized it looked almost like 'Evil' with a line through it, just there was only half the 'v'.
I looked over to Gerard to see what he was doing, and it turns out that he had also had the idea of doodling, except his was more drawing and less doodling considering his was amazing, and we'd only been in class for like five minutes.
I looked back up just in time to hear 'Class dismissed' from the teacher and seeing everyone get up to leave. I picked up my books and stood behind Gerard seeing as he was in his own world of drawing and didn't know class was over yet. I decided to get his attention by coming up behind him and kissing him on the cheek. I kinda freaked a little, stiffening, until I told him it was me, to which he just turned his face and gave me a quick kiss., gathering up his stuff.
"What's next?" I asked when I'd seen he'd gotten his schedule out.
"Uhhh..." He started, causing me to just grab the schedule from him so I could compare. We had every class together.
"Just follow me." I said handing his schedule back. He looked confused for a second, then he realized what that meant and he looked so excited.

Notes

A little bit of a shorter chapter today, but I got the vibes with what I was doing and yeah. Hope all yalls liked it!