Mute

Frank's pov*

"Frankie, get up...," Mom, her voice, so distant, so foggy, so soft, wakes me up from my slumber.
"You too, Gerard," she adds.
I open my eyes, light instantly blinding me. I squint to see Mom standing in the door way, waiting patiently for either one of us to move to let her know that we're awake.
"I'm up," I complain, falling off the bed. I do that too often.
She nods, turning out the door, closing it with a click.
Gerard watches me as I grab a pair of pants from my drawer.
I go into the bathroom, and change my pants.
As I pull up the jeans, I glance at my reflection. Pale, awful, my enemy if you will. I look as exhausted as I feel. Gerard's episode last night really kept me up.
I kind of feel bad for Gerard. He was shrieking in terror.
I woke up, terrified of the shrill screams that pierced the air.
I quickly put on my eye liner, and comb my hair before rushing back into my room. Gerard is sitting on his bed, already dressed.
"Gerard, c'mon," I wave him to follow me.
He nods and gets off the messy bed.
Mom awaits in the kitchen.
"I will be driving you two to school today," she leans against the counter behind her.
I nod, slinking I bet to the table and sitting.
Gerard stands awkwardly where I left him.
"I have to bring Gerard's papers in," she smiles warmly past me to Gerard. Way to show the love, Mom.
He nods, sitting down beside me.
*
At the school, I get out of the car with Gerard and Mom. I lead the way to the main office. I happen to come here a lot. I'm late to classes a lot because I'm usually stuffed in a locker somewhere.
After Mom hands over all Gerard's papers, she says her goodbyes, and wishes Gerard luck.
Mine and Gerard's schedules are nearly the same. Even though I'm two years older than him, He and I are in the same grade.
He skipped a grade a year or two ago, and I had to stay back last year because I was sick so many times the school year before.
I glance at his schedule.

Gerard's schedule:
Science
Language Arts
Math
Language Arts
Lunch
Social Studies
Art
Gym

My Schedule:
Science
Social Studies
Math
Language Arts
Lunch
Language Arts
Art
Gym

We have every class together except for Social Studies, and Language Arts.
I help him find his locker, and lead him to Science.
As we round a corner, I trip and fall on my face. Gerard stops, and helps me up. What did I trip over?
I turn around to collect my dropped binder, and find out what I tripped over.
Jason, my regular bully, smiles wickedly.
"Jason, please, not now," I back away. Gerard watches, his eyes wide with fear.
"Why?" he sneers. "Am I offending your boy-toy?" he's referring to Gerard. I roll my eyes, and turn around to walk away.
"No you don't!" He chuckles, pulling me back. Gerard gasps in fear.
"Please, stop it!" I beg. He does no such thing.
He slams me into a wall, my head hitting the brick with a SMACK.
"Whatcha lookin at?!" Jason asks Gerard.
Gerard furrows his brow. He's not going to do what I think he's going to do. Don't Gerard! BAD MOVE! BAAAD MOVE!
He steps forward, Jason smiling widely.
"Gerard, don't," I shake my head. Jason slams me against the wall again. I wince as my head slams into the surface.
"Yeah, Gerard, I suggest you run along," Jason laughs, dropping me down. My back slides down the wall as I fall onto my ass.
Jason hits Gerard in the stomach, Gerard moaning in pain. He doesn't back down though. Gerard pushes Jason to the floor.
"You little- " Jason starts.
His speech is interrupted by Gerard striking his head.
Gerard grabs my hand quickly, and we run to the bathroom.
I open the bathroom door, and Gerard follows.
I stare in the mirror, no bruises seen.
I splash water in my face, breathing heavily.
"We're fuckin late," I mumble.
Gerard nods in agreement.
*
We enter the science room, the class's glance meeting us the minute we cross the threshold.
"Mr. Iero, care to explain why you're late?" the teacher asks.
"I had to help Gerard with his lock," I lie, making my way towards the back of the room, Gerard following.
"Frank. Hallway. You too," She points at Gerard.
In the hall, the teacher glares at me, and that at Gerard.
Care to explain why you're really late?" she asks.
"Gerard's locker wouldn't open," I lie again.
"Right," she rolls her eyes. "You," she looks at Gerard. "Explain. "
Gerard shakes his head.
"Its your first day, and already you're becoming like Frank, being late to my class," she shakes her head. Her glasses reflect my awkward image back to me.
"Now, Gerard, tell me. Why are you late?"
He shakes his head.
"He can't talk," I mumble. I correct myself when Gerard looks at me. "DOESN'T talk."
"Is this true?" she asks Gerard. He nods.
"Do you two think I'm as dumb as the other teachers?" she growls. "I'm not taking your excuses, you both have detention after school."
"They were supposed to tell you," I say childishly. "He really doesn't talk."
She rolls her eyes. "DETENTION. IT'S FINAL."
FUCK! Why doesn't Gerard talk?!
I return to the room, and sit in my seat
Gerard looks at me apologetically.
I stare, coldly.
While taking notes, Gerard scribbles something down, and hands me a piece of paper.
'I'm SORRY,' It reads. I stare are him, not caring. I hand back the piece of paper.
He looks down sadly.
I don't really care. I feel bad, but come on! He could have fucking spoken, just once!
Classes go by quickly, then the final bell rings, setting everyone but Gerard and I free.
We slink to the detention room, I really am not a fan of Gerard so far.

Notes

Chapter by gay llama
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