GERARD

I am, by far, not interested in school in the least. I hate everything about it, the people most of all. My friends, Andy, Ryan, and Hayley, are the only tolerable people here (and I use that term lightly). Everyone else can just go screw themselves as far as I’m concerned.

This includes teachers.

Most of the teachers in my grade has had a stick up their ass since the beginning of the year, allowing me time to get used to the boring lectures on behavior and unnecessary seating charts. However, there’s always those one or two teachers who start out the school year pretty nice, but then by the beginning of Third Quarter, something snaps and it’s “no more Mr. Nice Guy.” They’re the ones you need to watch out for because they’re the ones who become incredibly strict and it’s as if the Devil himself shoved his sharpest, most uncomfortable stick as far as he could possibly get it up their ass. And it’s always unexpected, too. That’s why when Mr. Hatcher, my science teacher, “laid down the law” on the worst Monday of my existence, my world fell apart.

“Alright, listen up, class! I am done with all your disrespect. There are going to be some changes around here, starting with a new seating chart.” Of course, there was a collective groan from the class as this was one of the few classes where we got to choose where we sat. I mean, once you chose a spot, that was your spot for the rest of the quarter, but at least we got to choose our lab partners. But that wasn’t the part that bothered me. Nor was it the way he decided to arrange this seating chart. (By first name? Seriously? Who arranges people alphabetically by first name?) No, it was the person I was seated next to. Out of all of twenty-one kids in my class, I was seated next to the one person I hated the most in this hellhole.

Frank Iero. The biggest dick I have ever had the displeasure of meeting.


FRANK


I’m big on words. I like them. I have a good sized vocabulary, and when I say something, I like to say it well. I know what words mean.

That being said, when I use the word hate, I know exactly what it means and where it should be used in order for it to make sense. I am aware that it’s a strong word. That won’t stop me from saying I hate school.

I hate a few things, actually. I hate (most of) the people there, I hate having to do my work, I hate my mother (but only sometimes), I hate mornings, I hate my stomachaches, I hate my mental health, there’s been times when I’ve hated myself, but most of all, more than any of these other things…

I hate Gerard Way.

So, after showing up late on what would later turn out to be the worst Monday of my existence, you can imagine my surprise when I walked into science class and found we had a new seating arrangement.

But, me being me of course, I didn’t notice until I was at my old desk, face-to-face with one of the popular kids.

“Oh, uh. Um. What?” I stuttered out.

“This is my desk now. You’re over there,” they explained.

My face went from embarrassment, to disgust, to confusion, to straight-up, unclouded, unstoppable pure fury.

Of course. The devil himself shan’t go hungry on my watch.

I was seated next to the one and only Gerard Way.

Notes

This is my first fic, so I hope you like it. I've decided to post this introduction, so if you want to read more, go ahead and leave a comment and I'll continue. Thanks so much :)
Stay alive, sunshine.

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