Mr. Way - Frerard

I walked towards Gerard’s classroom, as had become habit at the end of each school day. I walked with my head down and a smile on my face. The smile had remained there since I had received Gerard's letter.

With my head down, I didn't see what was in my path - or who was in my path. I walked straight into what I first thought was a large wall, but when I lifted my head, I saw that it was a person. A person that took a strong interest in bullying me.

"What are you smiling at, Iero?" one of them sneered.

"N-Nothing," I stuttered, backing away.

"Don't leave us," another one pouted.

'Oh, fuck it,' I thought, and simply ran in the direction of Gerard's classroom.
I didn't get far before they grabbed me by my arm, making me wince in pain.
“Seriously, faggot. What’s got you so happy all of a sudden?” One of the jocks grabbed me by my collar and pushed me against the wall, holding me there by my throat, while the other tore my backpack from my back. The letter.

I struggled against the bully, but to no avail. The remaining two jocks opened my bag. I tried to fight, but it was impossible. They chuckled as they removed my items – pens, drawings, and my beloved scrapbook.

“You been drawing naked guys in here?” one said. “Good one,” said another, and the two high-fived. They flicked through it, but apparently didn’t find anything that interested them.

Then they came to my letter. “This a love letter from your boyfriend?” they sniggered. ‘Oh god’,was all I could think.

“Like you can read anyways,” I spat. This comment went ignored, as they unfolded the paper. I closed my eyes, knowing there was nothing I could do, and not wanting to witness them read it.

“Oh my fucking god!” one of them said hysterically. “Gerard Way, that’s the new art teacher!” The three of them howled wildly, clearly finding the situation more amusing than I was. I fought to prevent a tear from escaping my closed eyes.

“Fuck man, let’s take it to the principal! Get the fag suspended!”

“What, like this is real? Why would anyone love him, it’s clearly one of his delusional gay fantasies. He wrote it himself!”

“It’s worth a shot!”

The others seemed to agree. They bolted, releasing me. My breaths came fast and heavy, and I gathered my things before sprinting to Gerard.

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