They Say Opposites Attract *SLOW UPDATES*

Gerard's POV-

As I'm chilling, with my feet on the desk, listening to The Ramones, I see out of the corner of my eye the boy that sat behind me, with a cool shirt, getting punched, right in the fuckin nose!

I vaguely recognize the 2 dudes doing it to him.

I forgot their names, but they always want me to join them in football.... hah, fuck that.

''Hey, what the fuck are you doing?!'' I shout, so they hear me.

The 2 dudes look over at me, surprised.

I take my feet off the table, one of my earphones out, and walk over to them.

''W-what...?'' One of them asks, timidly.

''You heard me, the fuck are you doing to him?'' I repeat, with my hand on my right hip.

''We were just... h-he's a faggot! He deserves it!'' He explains.

I roll my eyes, homophobic pricks and pick them both up by the back of their shirts.

''Well, don't fucking do it again, or you will be sorry.'' I say, before shoving them away, and they both run away to avoid any further conflict with me.

I don't know why they are so scared of my to be honest...

''MR.WAY, WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU DOING!'' The teacher runs over to me, with a what the fuck look on his face.

''Oh, I don't know... Just casually saving this kid from guys that were beating the crap out of him...'' I casually glance at my nails, while speaking.

''Quit that attitude son...''

''What attitude? I thought this school didn't tolerate bullying, so I just assumed...'' I say, feeling bored of this teacher by now.

As he starts replying to me, I block him out, and glance over to the kid that got punched.

He is surrounded by a few people, most making fun of him, and a few just staring, as he attempts to wipe the blood off his face.

I sigh, and strut over to them.

"what the actual fuck are you guys doing? Give him some fucking space, for fucks sake, are you all fucking retarded?!'' I say, I gently grasp the kid's arm, and haul him up and walk with him out of the class, and towards the place I go to skip class, where no one ever catches me.

The kid limps along side me as I lead him underneath the stairs, through a door, and into a completely empty room.

''Are you okay?'' I ask.

I need to ask him his name, as I still don't know.

He nods, avoiding my gaze.

I can tell he's hiding something from me...

''What's your name?'' I ask.

''Frank..'' He whispers.

Frank.

''Frank, look at me.'' I say.

He slowly turns to look at me.

On his nose is a huge bleeding bruise.

This little fucker tried to hide it from me...

''Frank, there's a first aid kit in here somewhere, just lemme find it...- ah! Here,''

I take it out, and start gently dabbing his wound with the cloth thing to wipe up the blood, then I tape the white patch thingy to his nose.

''Why are you doing this...?'' He asks, quietly.

I was taken aback by his question.

''Because, those guys were fucking pricks to you, no one deserves to be treated like that....'' I cringe as I get flashbacks from home, how I do in fact get treated like that...

''B-because, no one stands up for me''

That hit me hard....
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Without any explanation I wrap my arms around him and hug him.

He seems really taken aback, but then after a few moments he hugs me back.

''You're not gonna be alone anymore, Frankie.''

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