Bad Little Boy

They straight up wouldn't answer me, but now I was slightly occupied with keeping Ryan from screaming out and crying more. The canteen's attention was focused entirely on us, people egging us on to fight. Then our resident idiot Joe decided to climb on a table and yell "Meat is fucking murder! Also, if any girl wants to suck me or Ross off, they're welcome to!" I giggled, I could feel Ryan cringing into my wet chest.

It was all going to plan until the teachers showed up. Normally, they didn't give two shits about us, but when it came to no uniform, piercings on show, Joe Princpie doing a PETA, sex, a crying Ry and just me in general, they had to step in.

"Gerard take Iero and Ryan away while we tackle Princpie" Called the demon headmaster, who was dragging Joe down from a table. Joe winked as he was dragged towards the office by 4 teachers and a janitor. That boy had some fucking style.

"Frank, Ryan... move" Mr Way grabbed Ryan by the shoulder, pulling him off me and dragging him towards music. I trailed after them, the sobbing Ryan now muttering that he would kill Joe if it was the last thing he did. Gerard... Mr Way carted Ryan into this room, sitting him down in Ry's usual music seat. I pulled my seat over to Ryan's offering him my totally ruined tee to wipe his face on. The tears were drying up, but he still looked terrified.

"So boys, want to explain? " Mr Way asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Fuck off" I answered. Real classy iero. My mind was spinning, it was Ryan's fucking birthday and he had spent most of it afraid of me and crying on me. I felt real fucking bad, and it was all I could do to not grab Ryan and run away from the shitbag that was Way. Gerard crossed the room, leaning over Ryan's desk, looking very worried.

Ry was shuffling away from Way and into me, and by the time mr Way started talking, he was in my lap "Is that so Frank, you'd like me to fuck off? Unfortunately I have a duty of care for Ryan and... you, so that's not going to happen" The only thing keeping me from fucking killing the bastard was Ryan sitting in my lap like a baby, no wonder he couldn't get laid. A buzz from my pocket made me jump, Joe had texted me.

'Apprntly. Im fckn inappropriate? Wtf? Cunts' Joe's text made me grin, I passed the phone to Ryan who started giggling.

"Come on boys, there was no need for that disruption during lunch" Mr Way continued. Fuck I felt sick, like real sick, not the way Mr Way makes me feel.

"Ry I'm gonna spew" I warned as Gee continued his speech. Quij as a flash Ryan was off me, reaching for a bin for my. Gerard's eyes widened as I heaved over the bin. Burning hot sick scorched my throat.

"Hey, hey Frankie are you okay?" Gerard asked. Ryan, who was pale enough already turned green "Ryan, bathroom!" It was a chain reaction with us, we always would feel sick at the same time. Ry dived out the room and into the now empty corridor. I secretly thanked whatever god there was for Mr Way not having a class. Gee stroked my back as I choked up whatever little there was in my stomach. His touch made me feel hot and fuzzy, the feeling I usually got when I was fucked up on beer and whisky.

"I need a fucking cigarette" Mr Way muttered, running his hands though my hair, his fingers caught on my fringe, pulling my face up to his "Need one?"I nodded. Less than a week in the school and he'd already worked out that there was no smoke detectors or cameras on this wing, impressive, it took me a month and several detentions. He trailed his hand over my jaw, making me shiver "God, I want to do sone fucked up things to you right now" Gerard mumbled before pulling away. I blushed, even after he'd seen me scared for Ryan, hold Ry as close as humanly possible, spew and fuck everything up he still wanted me.

fuck, he has persistent.

By the time Ry had wobbled back into the room, I was on my second cigarette, Ry happily joined us, smoking to rid the taste of vomit and salty tears. Mr Way watched me with a smirk, his eyes never lifting from my face... thank god Ry was oblivious as fuck.

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