A Determined Person

I pull into my parking space at school the next morning with my bag slung over my shoulder and a venti Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte in my hand. I start humming an Iron Madden song as I open the door... And slam right into Frank Iero.... Which spills my molten hot latte down my black button down. "SHIT-," I screech, pulling the hot material away from my skin, gasping and squeezing my eyes shut as the searing pain slowly subsides. I shoot a gaping Frank my best death glare, "I-I'm so sorry-," he stammers, "Gerard are you alright?!"
"Well considering I have a fucking third degree burn on my chest NO!" I yank my phone out of my back pocket and dial my brother's number. "Hello?"
"Mikey! Listen, I need you to come early and bring one of your shirts."
"Why? What happened?"
"Mine is soaking in hot coffee. ....
And I'm already getting a headache from withdrawal. ...
So bring me a fucking cup of coffee too."
"Damn... Alright, I'll be there ten minutes early."
"Thanks Mikes, you're the best."
"I know," he says as he hangs up. I stuff my phone back into my pocket and storm off to my classroom, leaving behind a horrified looking Frank. I open the door to my classroom and shut it, leaning against it as I unbutton the first few buttons of my shirt, sighing in relief as the cool air hits my inflamed flesh. I walk over to my desk and unpack my bag, taking out my new brushes and paints and I attempt to get a bit of painting on my new project of a done before class starts or my brother comes to save me from soggy shirt caffeineless hell. 12 minutes, a splitting headache, the background done, and five paint swatches on my arm later, my brother walks into my class with a thermos full of coffee and a soft black Anthrax shirt in his hand. "Mikey if you weren't my brother, I'd kiss you right now," I sigh thankfully as I chug the coffee. He rolls his eyes and pushes his glasses up on his nose, "Ew. Just say you owe me one before this gets weird... Again."
"What do you mean... Again?"
"Like when you had me pretend to be your boyfriend when we ran into your ex? What was the fuckers name..? The one who kept calling you Gerald.... Brent?"
"Burt," I correct him, unbuttoning my shirt, about to shrug it off when I freeze, "um... Mikey..? Could you..."
He nods and turns around as i quickly pull it off and pull the Anthrax shirt on, it's a bit more form fitting then what I'd normally wear, as my brother is basically a fucking stick, but it's not too tight and I can make it work for one day.
It's not that I'm self conscious or insecure about my body, it's just that I'm... Very... Private and reserved with it. "Okay, done," I tell him and he turns around.
"I need that shirt back, with no coffee stains."
I laugh and nod, "Alright, deal. Just get to class." He gives me one of his rare half smiles and turns to leave when I suddenly remember something, "Mikey? How come you never told me you talked with Fr-.. Mr. Iero?"
He shrugs those damn pointy shoulders, "It just never came up." And with that he leaves, and I start placing an assortment of charcoal and graphite pencils on the tables as well as a wooden object my students will be doing studies of today. I have just kicked my paint stained converse up on my desk and have the thermos pressed to my lips when the first bell rings. I swing my legs off the desk and screw the lid on the thermos and wait the five minutes for my students to file in before the second bell rings, signaling the beginning of class. I stand and make my way to stand in front of the whiteboard as they take their sketchbooks out of their backpacks.
"Good morning everyone," I smile and get varied mumbled responses which make me giggle softly. "Today, for your first assignment, you will be doing studies of the wooden objects in front of you. Which you will then turn into the object of your choosing. For example: a sphere you can turn into an apple, a cube into a treasure chest, and an oval into pear.
Remember to take into consideration where your light source is.
Any questions?" A girl near the front raises her hand, "Yes, Kristin?"
"Mr. Way, how is this art? We're not.. Creating anything."
I take a breath before answering, "Well Kristin, in a manner of speaking you are, as you're going to take that simple shape and transforming it. Anything can be art. Whatever medium you choose," I pick up an oval from one of the tables and turn to the whiteboard, i uncap an expo marker and test it on my arm, I hold the oval up to eye level and I start to do a fairly large study of it, "whether it be music, sketching, painting, or writing. You can make art anything you choose," I finish the quick study and start to sketch a head, turning it into a mask, "From poetry to pottery to graphic design. Art is however you choose to express yourself. Whatever you're passionate about, that is your art. " I add details to the mask, it soon looking rubbery and turning into a Dracula mask, i finish it a few moments later and I cap the marker. "Anything can be art.
Anything can be self expression. So you take the weapon," I turn to look at my class, "and you run with it."

Notes

Hello yall! Electric Siren here and this is the second time I'm uploading this chapter because it is on my phone and for some reason will not post!
anyway, I'm co-authoring this fic with the fabulous øli, and I think will be really fun, I'm excited. I'll try and update Gerard's parts within the same week she updates Frank's, but Y'know, shit happens and sometimes it doesn't work out.
Anyway, I guess that's it!
bye for now,
XoxoS