You'll Be My Detonator

I posted the pictures of that sick bastard all over every social media site that both Gerard and I both had. I couldn't wait to see what Frank did when he saw it!!
Speak of the devil... Frank walked up to my locker, looking annoyed.
"Hey, Frankie!" I cheered.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He pressed me against a locker. I was shocked.
"What's wrong, Buddy? Wanna talk about what's ailing ya?"
"You fucker, what's this about?" He showed me his phone screen, a picture of Mr. Way masturbating- all over the internet, now.
"He was doing it to the sound of you moaning, that sick fuck!"
"Are you kidding me? You're so fucking brain dead, that you don't understand!"
"What don't I understand, Frank?" I raised an eyebrow. "That he's a pedophile?"
"He's not a pedophile," Frank spoke clearly.
"Oh?"
"You know what? I'm talking to the principal. You're gonna be in SO much trouble, bitch," he turned for the office.
Before I could process it, my fist connected with his jaw. He fell to the floor, taken back.
"Ohmygod! Frankie I'm so sorry! I didn't thin-"
"Don't talk to me. I'm going to talk to the office."

***

"Brendon Urie, Frank Iero, and Mr. Way, please report to the main office," the intercom sounded off. There were collaborative "oohs" and "ahs" as I left my current class.
In the hall, Frank and Mr. Way walked side by side, both leaving Social Studies. Mr. Way kept his head down, and his shoulders hunched over. I flashed an evil grin at him, but then remembered Frank's words. I gulped nervously, and walked into the main office.

Notes

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~@MCR Babe 124~