Bad Little Boy

So, I managed to skip Music the 2 times after Monday that I had it and made to to Ryan Ross's party with my dignity and ass intact. Or so I thought.

It was Friday lunchtime and Ry and Joe had decided to do detention for once, so I was left to get lunch and sit on my own. I stood in the cold foods line on my phone, hoping that there was some vegetarian options for once. Salad would be nice, even a bucket of corn would be A-okay at this point in my School timetable. I was purposely ignoring everyone and everything around me, and was only a few places away from the servery when (And you won't believe this shit) Mr Way pulled me out of the line.

"H-Hey!" I yelled, much to his obvious disapproval everyone else's. His fingers tightened on my upper arm, his nails digging into my skin "What the hell do you think you're doing" I didn't mind a hot teacher dragging me to one side, but I did mind this particular hot, already had his way with me, teacher latching onto me like a fucking leech. I struggled against his grasp.

"Now, Now, Mr Iero watch your language" He purred into my ear, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge "I need to speak to you" His tone was nervous and jumpy. Not the confident and cocky Mr Way I was acquainted with. I stopped struggling against his weight and let him lead me away, making sure to text Joe to make sure he was aware there was a good chance i'd still be with Gee when him and Ryan walked free.

Mr Way stuck his head into the first class we came to, making sure it was free before he roughly pushed me into the room. He closed the door behind us and drew the blinds.

"Frank" His eyes trained on me "Who the fuck did you tell, you little shit?" I swallowed hard. I had almost told Ryan or Joe, but I didn't and as far as I knew, they hadn't figured it out. He shook my shoulders "Who did you tell Iero?" He was desperate.

"No one" I choked out. The pressure on my shoulders eased slightly "I swear on my grandmother's fucking grave, now get the fuck off me" He pushed me away, running his hands through his hair.

"Then why the hell did this appear on my desk?" He asked, stressed out. He threw a small piece of paper towards me, which I caught in my fist. The paper was already pretty crumpled when I lifted it to my eyes to read it.

'Mr Way,

I hear you like boys who are *hardly* of age. Anyway, I suggest that you take time away from fucking Frank Iero, and never touch him again or these... interesting pictures go straight to the head teacher, board of governors and police.

Yours Truly,
Your worst fucking Nightmares xxx'

The handwriting was familiar, like really familiar. The F and I of my name were looped fancily in the way i've only ever seen on a party in-

"Ryan and Joe" I hissed, shoving the paper in my pocket and pushing past Mr Way out into the corridor.

"Fra-" The door behind me slammed shut. I was going to fucking kill their asses.

Notes

A half filler, Half OMG I WILL KILL THOSE SHITBAGS chapter <3