You'll Be My Detonator

"Gee!" Mikey called.
"What is it? We need to go to school!" I said. He ran into my room.
"What are you doing? This is my room!" I chased after him. "You're going to need this."
He held up a history textbook. "Oh yeah." I took it from his hands and beat him out the door.

I drove us both to our high school. Erm... Mikey's high school. I was just teaching for today.
I don't even know why I chose to teach a history class. I don't know anything about it!
"Does this mean you'll give me a good grade? Give me a passing grade! Please?" He begged.
I just rolled my eyes.
"I'm teaching one day. I can't give you grades." He let out a heavy groan.
"Well, you can't blame me for trying..."

I got out of my car just as I shut off the engine. "Mikes, please don't give me hell like these other asshole kids. I'm an adult and I should get respect." I felt pleased with my teacher talk.
"I'm almost an adult. I deserve respect too!" He pouted.
"You will, but I need it more than you..." I stated.

We both started walking to the building.
"C'mon Gee. We're brothers, cut me some slack." I shook my head, not out of disagreement, but annoyance. "Just... Treat me like a teacher around students. When we're alone, you can do whatever you want." I opened the door to the main building for him.
"Fine."

I walked to the teacher workroom as Mikey went to talk with his friends.
"Gerard Way?" A voice said, coming from behind me. "Yes." I turned around and saw a short man with a tie. "Here." He gave me a key and some papers.
"You're teaching room 207. Upstairs." He talked to me like a child, which annoyed me.
"Thank you, sir." I said, trying to sound as polite as I can.
I left the lounge and led myself up the stairs. It made me uncomfortable though.
These formal suit pants, whatever they're called, are painful, especially when walking up stairs.
Thank God I brought more jeans to change into.

"Gee!" Ugh, it was Mikey again. Except he had a kid with him that I had never seen before.
"Who's this?" I pointed to the black haired boy.
"I-I'm Frank..." He said softly. "Nice to meet you, Frank." I smiled, trying to make a good impression. "You too." Mikey was grinning like an idiot. He always liked it when I got along with his friends. "He's in your first period."

The bell rang. "Okay, good. You two get to class or whatever." They both shrugged.
"See you later, Iero!" Mikes said before running down the stairs and almost tripping.
"I guess uh I'll walk with.. You then..." Frank followed me, but not that close behind.
"What did he just call you? Oreo?" I laughed and turned around to face him.
"Uh, no." His face reddened. "Iero... My last name..." I had My moment of realization.
Why would Mikey ever call someone Oreo?
"Oh... I blushed, feeling quite embarrassed. Frank just chuckled, but I could barely hear it.

We got to the classroom and I unlocked the door. I peeked my head inside as Frank walked in.
"Man, this place is depressing." I said, tossing the crap I had in my hands onto the nearest desk.
"Finally, someone agrees with me..." Frank said. I smiled humorously.

The kids filled the classroom as the tardy bell rang.
"Okay, so I guess I'm teaching your history class today. I'm Gerard Way."
I looked over at Frank. "I don't care what you call me, just no bad names." Everyone laughed.

I grabbed my textbook and sat on the stool by the board.
"Everybody get out your books." I said in a boring tone. Everyone groaned, including me.
"To be honest, I don't know sh-crap about history." I corrected myself. I forgot I had to use this weird 'teacher language' where you can't fucking curse. At least I can curse in my mind.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Everyone laughed at my mistake. I slammed my book closed, trying not to laugh at how quiet in got. "What do you wanna do today?" I asked Frank. He just shrugged and stared at me
wide-eyed. "Okay... What do you wanna do today?" I asked a random girl across the room.
She blushed. "Free day?" She said shyly. I nodded. "Don't tell anyone though." I winked and she turned a darker shade of red.

I grabbed my sketchbook and started drawing. I drew a vase that was across the room until a person stepped in my view. "Gerard?" I saw the boy's face. Frank.
"Yes, Mr. Iero?" I smiled.
"What are you drawing?" He leaned over me, trying to see what was on my paper.
I closed it before he could see anything though. "It's not good..."
I stood up and saw a boy with his hand up. I pointed at him. "Phones?" He held up his iPhone and I nodded. Frank took his out (And I DON'T know that because I'm NOT watching his every move).

Ugh, I can't help looking at him...

Notes

One, 21 guns.
Throw up your arms into the sky.
You and I...

Summary credit goes to @MCR Babe 124 !