Already soon enough, the alarm filled Frank's eardrums with an annoying screech.
He smacked his clock muttering, "Shut the hell up."
Frank drooped his legs from the bed, still trying to wake up from the few hours he'd slept. He looks over to the right to see the dreadful pills known as "anti-depressants," Frank inevitably sighs. Even though his hatred for the pills are undying, Frank grabs the water from last night's pill session and gulps down the doctor's dosage; reading the bottle's writing, "Iero. Frank A. Anti-depressants. One pill each dosage, Twice a day: one at night and one in the morning."
'Why do I even take these anymore?' Frank thought as he stood up from his bed. He looks at the clock and realized he only had 10 more minutes till school started and it normally took him around 10 minutes to get ready, not including the 15 minutes it took to drive to school.
"Fuck!" He shouted and quickly grabbed a red hoodie off the floor.
Immediately after finding some black skinny jeans, he left his little apartment, almost tripping down the stairs.
All too soon, Frank was at school. 'Only 8 minutes late, good' he thought as he dashed to first period, writing. As Frank opened the door, all eyes darted at the poor boy's body and caused Mrs. Clawfut to look up at him.
"Frank Iero, detention in C105. I'll be busy this afternoon, so you'll have to explain your situation to the teacher."
He responded with a nod and mumbled under his breath, " Fuckin' old hag just cause you haven't gotten cock in over a decade doesn't mean you have to be a bitch to me."
After what seemed like a year in the classes, 3rd hour was finally finished and soon enough Frank was heading towards the bathroom. It was already lunch, but he felt queasy and decided it's best if he avoided food. 'The first day of school was already getting to me,' Frank thought.
As if on schedule, he sat in the bathroom listening to Smashing Pumpkins.
Frank heard someone walk into the stall next to him, so he took one ear bud out to listen. The mysterious man unzipped his pants and soon the quiet whimpers came from his mouth. Little did he know, Frank and this man were going to grow quite fond for each other.
In no time Frank blushed and knew what he was doing, the guy was jerking off. After about a minute his breathing became jagged. "Oh...uh...f-fuck...o-oh...umph." the man moaned. He was panting like a virgin on their first ride. "Oh..oh..oh..oh.....FUCK!" He came with a loud scream.
Out of curiosity Frank looked under his stall to see what the shoes were. They were black converse with an obvious red paint stain on the left foot. Frank kept that in mind as the man went to wash his hands. He wore a black dress shirt with a black and white striped tie. From what Frank could see through the crack of the bathroom door, this guy was a fucking vampire of some sort. His jet black hair stood out against his pale features. Frank couldn't see what his eyes looked like, but at this point he didn't want to be a stalker of some random guy getting off in the school bathroom.
As the man left, the bell rang for 4th period.
Frank unlocked the stall and rushed to Pre-Cal. He didn't want to get lectured like in writing.

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'I should've taken my languages freshman year,' Frank thought as he was leaving Spanish 2.
As soon as he walked into the art room, there was a depressing atmosphere that surrounded him. Frank kept my head down and moped when he remembered his art teacher from last year informing him of her absence to the following year, which was this year. That night was terrible, he definitely could remember every second of that memory. Frank stopped in his tracks as soon as he heard a quite young voice muttering," Hello, I'm Mr. Way, pleased to meet you. I will be teaching you art this following year," Mr. Way held out his hand as if wanting to shake it. And of course Frank was never the one to disappoint, so he awkwardly shook Mr. Way's hand; still not removing his eyes from the floor as they previously were positioned. But in a split second Frank saw the paint stain on Mr. Way's left foot. He could feel his face boiling red as Frank gulped in the breath he forgot to take. "You okay?" Mr. Way asked.
Frank nodded, because of his inability to speak.
Thoughts were dashing through his head faster than a river current.
Frank felt like a rock was lodged into his throat.
He wondered how the hell he was ever going to survive this year.
Once everyone was in the classroom Mr. Way began the attendance.
"Frankie, you don't mind me calling you that right?" Mr. Way asked, even though Gerard knew exactly what Frank was going to say. Gerard was one of those people that could instantly tell what your personality was by just the looks of you. And in a split second, he knew Frank like an old friend of his.
Frank was different. He wasn't the type to really understand people, and that was probably why he always left people alone. He has friends, even best friends, but these people had to have been people that pushed to be friends with him. Frank remembered Jamia telling him that he was hard to become friends with. And surprisingly, he agreed. Frank knew how difficult he can be, but he still tried hard to keep a conversation going when he knew it was failing. Jamia was just one of those people who thought of him as the best person in the world. And truthfully, Frank couldn't agree with her. He always tried to agree with people on their opinions, and it was hard for him to tell her otherwise. And because Frank is that way, he didn't really mind Mr. Way calling him that...but because of the bathroom scene, Frank wasn't going to be perfectly okay with it.
After a long pause of silence, Mr. Way, concerned, asked Frank, "Frankie, are you sure you're okay?"
"Y-yes. I'm fine and you c-can call me that," He stuttered through out the entire sentence.
Mr. Way shook it off and continued the attendance until he was finished.
"Okay, it seems that everyone is here. Alrighty, I'm Mr. Way your new art teacher. By the looks of it, we have a pretty diverse group of kids here."
A kid laughed, "That's if you call being gay 'diverse'."
'Great.' Frank thought, 'I thought that just maybe I would have one-fucking-year without this bullshit. But why would I have that pleasure, I should've known this class is going to be filled with the kids that haven't gotten their physical arts credit.'
Frank looked down at his desk, rubbing his face.
"If you have something wrong with gay people speak up, I'm all ears. No one, exactly what I thought. You've now come to your senses and realized that I'm gay. So please, if you have anything else to say, bring it up with the garbage can. I'm sure you two have a lot in common." Mr. Way said while raising his arms in the air and shrugging his shoulders.
Gerard was absolutely pissed off. He was flaring with anger. Only then did Frank distinguish his eyes...they were a nighttime forest with fireflies. He'd never seen anything so brilliant.
Once Frank got out of his trance, he noticed Mr. Way was walking towards him with a questioning gaze.
"Are you sure you're alright, Frankie?" He asked.
"Yes, um..I'm just distracted that's all." Frank muttered, looking away.
"Okay, well just get started on the assignment."
Unfortunately, Frank didn't understand what he meant by 'the assignment,' so he raised his hand.
Mr. Way walked towards Frank, his hips swaying slightly, "I'm guessing you don't know what the assignment is?"
"Yes sir," Frank replied.
"The assignment is to paint what you fear the most, whether it's an object or a feeling." Gerard softly answered, trying not to interrupt other students.
Frank nodded understanding the work, ensuring that he knew exactly what to do.
He started by sketching a person alone. The person was alone in a room painted with people on the walls. The people on the walls were laughing and smiling, but the man was surrounded by a black shade.
"That's amazing Frankie. I've never seen anything like it. I'm proud of you." Mr. Way said quietly, so no one else could hear but them. Frank jumped at his sudden appearance.
"Thanks, Mr. Way." He awkwardly whispered.
Mr. Way walked off, smiling at Frank with his thumbs up.
'What the fuck?,' Frank thought.
The bell rang for the end of the day signaling everyone to pack up. Frank remembered his detention and looked for C105, but found it by only stepping out of the art studio. Mr. Way was going to watch him during detention today.
'Oh fuck could this day get any worse.' Frank wondered
He didn't dislike him it's just sort of...weird knowing his secret.
He walked straight back into the classroom, immediately regretting being late to writing.
"Frankie, why are you coming back?" Mr. Way asked.
"I got detention in Mrs. Clawfut's class, so she said to have detention in here. I'm guessing it's you holding detention for her today?" Frank sighed; knowing what his response was going to be.
"Ah yes, she told me there was one kid I was to look after. I thought you were a pretty great kid. Sorry I didn't suspect it." Mr. Way uttered looking at the floor while rubbing the back of his neck. Gerard felt embarrassed.
"Oh no it's fine, just today I woke up a little late that's all." He admitted while feeling the blush coming onto his face.
Gerard replied almost without any hesitation from before, "Just sit here for 30 minutes, if you want to you can work on the assignment."
"Oh yeah, I'll work on my assignment." Frank got up and smiled.
He strolls back with the paint and paintbrushes. Frank decided this painting would be best if it were watercolor. The paintbrush glided over the sad man with dull and dark colors. 'That's how things were supposed to be.' Frank thought.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I just have to ask. What is your fear?" Mr. Way bewildered.
"I don't know. I don't like being abandoned." He shrugs.
"No I don't think you realize there is so much more meaning to this. I mean you're showing that while everyone else is painted in beautiful colors," He pauses, trying to think of the right words, "It's almost like you're trying to say you were chosen to be in the darkness. And while everyone else moves through the light, you're stuck." He finishes.
"I think you're trying too hard to understand me. It means I'm afraid of being left alone and that's it." Frank explains, almost in an irritated way.
"I'm sorry, I just- today has been so fucking stressful. And It's really nice to talk to someone that acknowledges me. I'm just out of college and I don't know how to teach. I saw the offer and-." Mr. Way sighed.
"Did you not want to be a teacher?" Frank asked.
"No, i've always wanted to be an art teacher, but the kids here," He breathed out, "are absolute shit. They have no respect for art and I feel like I'm teaching walls. This is what's wrong with the school system, they make kids take an art credit, and don't get me wrong I think everyone should enjoy art, but they all end up taking it senior year when it's last minute."
"I love art, so teach me." Frank suggests, feeling bad for Mr. Way.
He smiles, "I guess you're right, not everyone is like them."
"You can go now. I'll clean up." Mr. way tells him.
"No, it's fine I'll help. It's the least I could do." Frank began picking up the paint brushes before he headed over to the sink.
"You're too sweet, Frankie." He brushes off and sighs.
"It's okay, really. It's not like there's much for me to do when I leave here." He mindlessly speaks.
"I was a lot like you as a kid. Alone and desperate for anyone to pay attention to me. I wasn't an attention whore, but when someone knew my name I felt a little better on the inside." He says, then pours the dirty water out of the paint cup.
"I think you never grew out of that. I think you still enjoy when someone knows your name, Mr. Way." Frank teases as Gerard giggles.
"You're right, I do love my name. -Ugh- It's such a shame I didn't end up being a porn star or something." He sighs.
"What's you're full name?" Frank implored.
"Gerard Way."
"You're right, that's porn star potential." He agrees.
"Fuck being a teacher." He laughs.
"Do you not like it?" Franks investigates, curious to hear more.
"No, I love it. It's just what I imagined," he says sarcastically, "No, but seriously, Thank you. You were a lot of help today."
"It's fine, but I better be heading off to some party now. Gonna go smoke some alcohol and drink weed." Frank laughs.
"Fuckin' idiot." Gerard chuckles as he leaves the classroom.

Notes

Yay! Chapter 1 done, i'm going to try to get chapter 2 up by tomorrow. If you have any suggestions comment and i'll be happy to add them into the story. Things are going to get heated...
(this is the updated version)

-XOXO Fqomb.