It hurts, you know. It hurts when Gerard walks past me and he doesn’t give me a second glance. What can I do to make him notice me again? Maybe I should get Nixon to rape me again-he wouldn’t dare though. Nixon was avoiding me as much as possible and maybe that’s why Gerard was doing the same. Maybe that’s why. I’m safe now and that’s all Gerard wanted.

I kept my head low as I walked down the hall, alone. People don't notice me. They never do. I’m just on my own, walking down the halls with no friends. It’s fine though, I don’t need friends .. just Gerard. Oh, god, Gerard. He’s always invading my dreams and that makes me sad to wake up.

Lunch is the worst time. I lock myself into the stall in the bathroom and search through my bag for a razor. I grab it and hold it against the skin of my arm before dragging it across, leaving a red bloody trail behind. In all honestly, it gets me turned on. I can imagine dragging the same razor across Gerard’s skin-I wonder if he’ll like it too. Probably not. It’s a rare fetish, I suppose.

I roll down my black sleeve over my cuts before heading out the bathroom-another figure bumps into me causing me to stumble back as the teenage boy apologizes, holding onto my arm. I tug away and stare up into the eyes of a blond boy. He grins softly, “Sorry, I didn’t see you.”

I don’t reply. I tuck in my lips and adjust my backpack.

The teenager smiles, “I’m Mikey.”

Mikey Way, brother of Gerard Way. How did I not recognize him? I could use this to get closer to Gerard, now that I think about it. I murmur, “My name’s Frank.”

“So you can talk!” Mikey grins before wrapping his arm around my shoulders, “I’m practically new here, you know. It’s been kinda hard to make new friends around here honestly. But you seem easier to talk to.” Mikey smelled of coconuts. He smelt pleasant .. I wonder how good Gerard smells. Wow, Mikey has been talking for a while now, it seems I don’t have to say much to get closer to him than I thought. He’s leading me away from my next class but I don’t mind.

Mikey stops in his tracks as he smiles down at me, “You’re a junior huh?”

I nod, “Yeah.”

“I’m a freshman,” He chuckled.

If I hadn’t done my research on Michael, I would have never guessed it. He seems too mature and elegant to be a freshman. The freshman here are very obnoxious so I can see why it would be hard for Michael to make friends with them. He’s completely different from them. He’s looking at me, waiting for a reaction to confessing his grade level.

I shrugged, “That’s cool.” Mikey’s grin grew wide before hugging me tightly, “I can tell we’re going to be really great friends.” He left right after, leaving me alone in the hallway. I turned around and headed to my 5th period class. It’s still lunch but I like to hang out in there to make time pass by quicker. Art class is my favorite class. You can create something beautiful. You can create something only you can understand.

I walked inside the open door to my Art 1 class and a certain someone made me stop my tracks. The sun was shining down on his figure. His hazel eyes were brighter, his pale skin was illuminating, and his messy jet black hair was hypnotizing with the sun reflecting on it. Gerard had the end of his pencil against his lips as his eyebrows arched, looking down at a piece of paper. His concentration face was so cute. I realized I was still standing in front of the doorway so I made my way to my desk-which was coincidentally behind Gerard.

I can feel my palms sweat as I sat down in my desk and took glances up at the back of his head. I felt nervous as I took out my phone from my pocket. I clicked on the camera and faced it to Gerard before taking a picture-the sound effect went off, causing Gerard to turn around. He locked eyes with me, “Hey.”

I felt my cheeks burn red as I slowly put my phone away, “Hi.”

He raised a brow, “Um, did you take a picture of me?”

“No, I .. selfie.” I chuckled a bit as he smiled softly. He nodded, “Oh, okay.” He was quiet, but he did not need to speak to be mesmerizing. I mumbled, “Do you remember me?”

Gerard tucked in his lips before slowly nodding, “How could I forget?”

I flushed but didn’t reply. He gave me a small smile before turning back in front of him. He remembers me. He really remembers me. How does Franklin Way sound? Just Frank Way? Gerard Iero? There are so many options.

Notes

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