Frank's pov.
It was all boring. The same classes over and over again. And it is not nice to start the day with double history. This was one of the bad days. You know, one of the days you just hate everything and everyone. It was raining, too. Pouring down, making the fields get all muddy. I wanted to skip Moon Effects really bad, but Ray kept reminding me that I had to pass this year. I couldn’t flunk again. But it was no fun taking second year again.
Lunch was way too short, and then I got through Vampires. I was almost on top of all my classes, though it wasn’t something to brag about when the reason for it was that I failed and had to take the whole year again.
P. E. was a pain in the ass. Actually quite literally. Fiona crashed into me while I was jumping, causing me to fall painfully with her on top of me. I had never liked P.E. I preferred the attack and defence classes. They were way more fun, because you were actually training for something. P.E. was just running and jumping and throwing balls. Plus, Maya and I had P.E. together. We probably lowered the temperature with 10 degrees just by being in the same room. And I swear some of her warlock friends kept changing the direction of the ball I was trying to catch.
I took a shower in my bathroom afterwards. I couldn’t go to dinner with my people, smelling of bloody fucking sweat. Yes, vampire sweat smelled slightly of blood. I thought it was kinda hot, actually, but I doubted my fellow classmates would appreciate it.
Drying my hair with a towel, I looked at my face in the mirror. The water had smudged my eyeliner around my eyes. Well, whatever. I didn’t have enough energy to give a fuck.
I just put on a black hoodie. Not even a band one. It covered all my tattoos, but, who cared anyways. I did put in my piercings, though. They were a must.

• Look children, our ray of sunshine! Spreading joy to the world. Bob said mockingly when I sat down at our usual table. They all chuckled. Bob grinned. - What’s the matter, Iero? he said, poking me with his fork. He mispronounced my name on purpose, that bastard. - You a little annoyed? He gave me a sad pouting face. I pushed his face away.
• How about you shut your mouth, Bryar? I grinned. I couldn’t not feel a little better when he was around. Even if Maya sat five tables away. Ever since I broke up with her, her friends had been giving me shit about it, trying to make me feel bad. They didn’t fail. Whenever I saw her, memories of her watering eyes kept bugging me. She had looked so heartbroken, though there was no way I could have avoided the breakup.
• Her minions keep bugging me, you know. I said. - Making me look like a moron. I feel like shit too…
• Dude, if they continue for much longer, I swear I am going to have a nice little conversation soon, Marceline looked angry over at their table. The small vampire girl maybe did not look like much, but she could really give you an earful. She wasn’t too bad a fighter either.
• Mar, please don’t. It’ll only make shit worse. I stabbed some pasta with my fork.
• I guess you’re right, she shrugged. We ate our dinner in silence for a minute.
• Dude. Ray said.
• Hm?
• How are we gonna have the party this year? Bob looked at him, confused.
• The Halloween party? Isn’t that ages ‘til?
• It’s like, one month, Bryar, Marceline said, throwing a piece of potato on him.
• Yeah, like, we gotta start planning, Ray stated. I smiled. Every year, each Halloween, the school has this sucky party thing. So we throw our own awesome one, partially making it a huge birthday party for me. Everyone comes, and everyone loves it. Me included. I smiled. These guys knew how to get me in a better mood. The decorations was probably the coolest, spooky shit everywhere. And everyone dressed up. It was so cool. I fucking love Halloween. I was already planning in my head, making notes of what we needed, when we were interrupted by Kenzie. She had a guy with her, and they sat down at our table. I had definitely not seen his face before. So, he was a newbie.

Kenzie always took care of the newcomers, making sure that they got to know someone, felt at home. It was really nice of her. Therefore, almost everyone liked Kenzie. When Ray began here, she had put him together with me. She probably knew that we would be nice to this guy. She introduced him, his name was Gerard. Special. Marceline said something. I didn’t listen, really. This boy looked really shy, scared… fragile… As if too many raindrops would make him evaporate. Though he was really cute. I regretted looking like shit.
I could hear Bob speak.They were introducing themselves. Nice
The boy was pale, and looked pretty tired.
Ray spoke. Shaked hands with him.
Black hair, black clothes, black eyes. I wondered if that was his actual eye colour. It looked a little too harsh on his otherwise soft features. I was about to say hey when I noticed his shirt. He just got so much cooler. We both liked Misfits! I grinned at him. And why couldn’t I have put on a band shirt too, goddammit!

• Gerard, Im Frank, I said. - Vampire, second year. Nice to meet you, I laughed. Had to make a nice impression.This guy seemed really nice, once he opened up a little. But, I didn’t blame him for being shy, I would be terrified in his situation too. I could see white edges carefully poking his bottom lip. So, vampire, then. He looked too pale to be a werewolf anyway. If I tried a joke, maybe he would open up a little?
• It’s okay, I’m not gonna bite. Haha, Frank. I instantly regretted it, when he just looked hugely at me with his pretty eyes. Oops. He probably weren’t ready for vampire jokes yet. Though the others laughed. I gave him a smile, maybe I could make him ready for them. Yeah, I would make him feel at home.

Kenzie left us, leaving him in our custody. She always did, giving the older students the chance of making the newcomer feel at home.

• So, tell us a little about yourself. Marceline asked. Wow, Mar, you chose the easiest question ever. He looked wide eyed at her. He hadn’t spoken yet, and looked terrified of doing so. Though he did open his mouth.
• Um, I, um, I don’t know- I don’t know what to say, he mumbled, his eyes darting from Marceline to the floor. I had to save him.
• Um, let’s see, how old are you? I asked, hoping to give him an easier question.
• Sixteen, he mumbled, almost putting it like a question. I nodded.
• Vampire?He nodded, slowly, as if he didn’t know for sure. Well, I had guessed right at least.
• Kenzie showed you the school? Bob said. he nodded again.
• You livin’ with someone? Got a roommate? Ray asked. He shook his head.
• No, I um, have a single room. Sweet. I told him that Bob and I shared. We kept talking throughout the rest of the dinner. He didn’t say much, mostly nodding or shaking his head. We got something out of him. at least. He liked art. He didn’t wanna admit it, but I knew he was good. He liked a lot of the same music as I did, Misfits (of course), Iron Maiden, Smashing Pumpkins. He also asked about the school system, which confused him. I didn’t blame him, it was pretty confusing. With a lot of help from the others, I told him that there was five years. You don’t begin classes before you are around 15, so, if you pass every year, you are done when you are 19/20. But, it is only if you are born supernatural that the changes begin to happen when you are around 15. Many get attacked after, like him, so they are older when they begin first year. Or, in some cases, you are turned when you are younger than 15, like Marceline, who I told him was turned at the age of fourteen. Then, you can live here at the academy until you turn fifteen and begin classes. You can always decline that offer, but they urge you not too, for obvious health and safety reasons. And, of course, you can flunk a year, like I did, and then you have to take the whole damn year again. Yay.

Gerard had a really cute nose. I sat watching that cute nose when his attention was turned to the others, so he didn’t notice.

After dinner, we invited him to hang out with us. He declined, said that he had to unpack his stuff. I was kinda disappointed, I wouldn’t mind getting to know him more, but yeah, I’m sure he had a lot of things to get in place. And he had to get ready for tomorrow too. First day in a new school. Never fun.

I didn’t have any classes with him, except art, since I was in second year. Well, at least he chose the same topic as me. But I didn’t have art before friday, and it was only wednesday. Stupid fucking schedule. At least we had meals together…

Notes

I'm sorry I used so long before updating, and I'm sorry if this is a boring chapter, but, you know, there is a slight chance I have played a little too much Disney Infinity 2.0 lately. Plus, I made a nice fanart. It turned out pretty cute. (It's of Frank, Gerard and Marceline, tell me if you want me to post it)

But, I will hopefully update soon again.


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