FRANK

Crap. Crap. Crap.

This was not good. I did not like this. Not at all.

I hurried over to my new seat and sat down, and Gerard was being all stupid with his button-down shirt and black hair and glasses that he probably didn’t need. I was livid- what teenage boy could possibly do so much wrong in the world that would make him be seated next to this asshole?

What’s better yet is that the teacher took the pleasure of directing his lovely ‘don’t be late’ speech right at me. I couldn’t take this today. I didn’t want to. I put in my earbuds and listened to Misfits to try to drown out the teacher’s irritating voice.

Or at least, I tried to.

Gerard reached over and pulled one out of my ear. I stared him down, glaring at him, and I felt him shrink back a little, even though he returned with a glare of his own. If I wasn’t mad before, I sure was now. I furiously put my phone back into my desk and, with a set glare, stared at the whiteboard in the front of the class.

I could not wait to get out of there, and then eventually, I did. The bell rang, and with it came the weight off my chest. I gathered up my things and I practically ran out the door.

I hung around my locker area for a while, and had to walk past Gerard and that red-haired girl on the way to my next class. I hurried past them, and slid into my seat for the next three periods of torture.

Then it was lunch, and I walked to the back of the cafeteria to sit with my friends Pete and Patrick.

"Hey guys." I said as I sat down.

"Yo.” Pete said, then turned to Patrick and resumed their conversation about what drummer in our school was the best.

Pete and Patrick had wanted to start a band for years, but nothing ever seemed to work out. They had it planned, too, which was the worst part. Patrick would sing and play guitar, Pete would play bass, they were thinking about asking this guitarist Joe if he was interested, they just needed a drummer, and the only person they were even remotely interested in asking was Andy.
It probably would've worked, if it weren't for the fact that Andy was Gerard's friend.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, reminded of the horrors of this morning by my train of thought, "Guess who I have the displeasure of sitting next to in science class?"

Patrick turned to me, sympathy in his eyes. "Oh Frank. Who?"

"Gerard. Mother-fucking. Way." I said.

Pete gasped. "Oh my God. Oh no. Oh, Frank. I'm so sorry," he said.

"I know. I have no idea how I'm going to manage," I said.

"God, that guy's such a jerk," Patrick said, and I laughed internally at the fact that Patrick is seemingly unable to curse. Like, ever.

We all stared at our food in mourning for my unfortunate placement in science, then gradually began eating again, though the conversation was much less chipper.

"Wait,' Pete said after a while, "That Gerard guy... isn't his brother a freshmen?"

"Yeah," Patrick said. "Why?"

I laughed to myself. He knew why. I knew why. Everybody knew why.

Pete was in love with my enemy's little brother. He had been since Mikey's first day.
And he hadn't shut up about him.

"Oh, no reason," Pete responded, and busied himself with the cafeteria food.

Patrick and I shared a look of knowledge and amusement, but it was quickly replaced with a look of fear and disgust as the bell rang.

We all sighed, and stood up, saying goodbye and parting ways. Time to get this day over with.

Notes

Hello all! I'm so sorry this took so long to upload, as I was out of town for two weeks and was slacking and yeah. But, it's up now, and I hope you like it. :)
Feel free to leave comments, we love reading them. Your feedback is deeply appreciated.
Thank you so much.
Stay alive, sunshine.

- frank-iero-is-attractive