Gerard pov.


"Riiinnngggggg!" I jolt awake suddenly to the loud ringing, rubbing my eyes and feeling absolute dread of the day ahead of me. I quickly shut it off, now covering my ears to recover from the loud noise. My ears are still ringing and I groan, rocking back and forth. The sharp noise hurts my ears. It's too early for this! I look over at the clock and it reads 5:30. Theres no way I'd have any time to get any extra sleep without being late, so I just decide to get up. Anger rises up in me with the fact that I have to go to school for the first time in ten years. You think going to school after summer break is hard? Try going back to school after two years in a mental institution. It'll be a struggle for ya.

I sit up, and rub my eyes one more time before slowly sliding off the warm covers on top of me. I feel so exposed, now that the warmth from under my blankets is released into the chilly air in my room. I take one last angry sigh before really getting out of bed. Why is it so hard? I walk like a zombie over to my dresser and open the drawers, my eyes only half open.
"Hm, Black or Black?" I ask, chuckling a bit to myself. All of my shirts are either plain black, or black with a design or logo on the front. Not the biggest selection. I go with a plain black shirt and some jeans to go with it. I then make my way into the bathroom, and look at myself in the mirror. God, I look like I just survived a murder, with my bloodshot eyes and pale complexion, its as if I saw a ghost. Maybe I did? Who knows these days, I'm practically insane, I just can't let anyone at school know that, I can't trust them.

I smack my face lightly a few times to wake myself up even more, and then try splashing water again. Hopefully this'll make me look less...dead. I grab my toothbrush next and brush away the filth and food left in between my teeth. Gross.
"Gerard!" I hear my mother yell from upstairs. Why is she awake? What time is it? I rush out of the bathroom to look at the clock and see that it's 6:30. Fuck, the bus is gonna be here at 6:45. I grab my jacket and rush upstairs to see my mom with a plate of toast.
"Here." She says smiling. I smile and grab the plate from her, shoving it down my throat so I'll make it on time. I look around for my backpack and realize its not there. Shit, shit, shit. Where is it?
"Mom wheres my backpack?" I ask in a panicked state.
"Calm down Gerard, its right here," She says, holding it up. "I was just making sure you had everything you needed in it." My heartbeat slows a little, and i grab the backpack from her, rushing out the door. The bus is waiting at the corner of my street and I run out there in order to catch it on time. Luckily I make it just on time and I calm down more when I reach the steps of the bus. I make my way up the stairs and can feel everyones stare on me. Right, I'm the new kid. I hate being the new kid. I just wanna walk by without any attention being drawn to me. I find an empty seat in the front of the bus, where hopefully I'll be left alone. No one ever sits at the front of the bus. I can feel my fingers begin to tremble, so I grab my earbuds and stick them in, hoping to calm my nerves and ignore the eardrum bursting sound of the kids behind me.


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When the bus finally reaches the school, I reluctantly get out. The school is fucking huge. I don't know how I'll find my classes and fuck, I don't even know them yet, I still have to get them. What if I don't find my classes? What if I get beat up? What if I get lost? Questions and worries run through my mind and my vision begins blacking because of how panicked I am. Then I remember. I didn't take my medicine. Wow, that really made me just completely lose it. I can feel my heartbeat racing and all of these thoughts running through my head, and I can feel myself start to black out. No Gerard, if you pass out now, you'll get sent back to that fucking mental hospital and you won't get a chance to be normal for once. I force myself to sit down on the sidewalk in front of the school, and take lots of deep breaths. I don't even care about the kids looking at me like I'm insane...i kinda am. I focus on the non anxiety related thoughts and stand up.
"You got this Gerard, you got this." I whisper to myself as I muster up the courage to walk into the school. Its just as big inside as it looks outside. I frantically search around for the front office, among the many kids wandering around when I see two big doors leading to a room that Im guessing is the front office. Dear god I hope this is the right place.

I open the door slowly and peek my head in. Yep, this is the right place. I see a lot of the front office ladies sitting at computers and occasionally sipping on their coffees. I slowly walk up to one of the ladies with a tight ballerina bun. She takes a sip of her coffee and smiles at me.
"Can I help you?" She asks sweetly.
"Uh, yeah actually, I'm new here and I need my schedule." I explain and she nods.
"What's your name, honey?" She asks. Thats one of my biggest pet peeves, when someone calls me honey, but she seems nice enough so i just shrug it off.
"Gerard Way." I say slowly so she can type it into the computer.
"Ah, I see...I'll have your schedule printed in a few minutes." She says with a few taps on her keyboard. She then gets out of her seat to go to what presume is the copy machine room. I awkwardly sit down in one of the uncomfortable blue chairs in the front, waiting for her to return.

When I hear the clicking of high heels, I look up and see her holding a sheet of paper.
"Here's your schedule." She says, handing it to me. "You've only missed about half an hour of first period, you still have about an hour left." She tells me and I nod, leaving the office to attempt to navigate my way through the enormous school.

Theres way too many tiny hallways and doors and it takes me forever, but I finally find my way to my first class, English. I awkwardly knock on the door, and I can feel my anxiety rising up in me, when I feel a tap on my shoulder. It's Dominic.
"Dominic, what are you doing here?" I whisper harshly.
"What, I'm just here to..support you on your first day of school." He smirks and I walk turn away from him, desperately hoping for the teacher to open the door for me so I can get away from Dominic.

The teacher finally opens the door for me, and I walk in, trying to avoid the whole classes stares on me. It's quite nerve wracking. No, its not just that, its fucking terrifying.
"Gerard, you can sit next to Frank in the back." She says, gesturing to a seat in the very back next to a black haired boy with a lip ring.
"O-okay." I manage to stuter out, and I can hear a few boys chuckling at me. I make my way down the row and set my backpack down on the desk, slouching in the seat.
"As I was saying class, we're going to be writing argumentative essays all of this week and the next week, so we will be choosing topics for the next two days."
I try to keep my focus on the teacher speaking, but I can feel the boy, Frank's gaze on me the whole time. Why is he staring at me? I glance over, and he doesn't even try to act like he wasn't staring, he just keeps doing it. He gives me a smile and then holds out his hand, trying to make sure the teacher doesn't notice.
"I'm Frank." He says, still holding out his hand.
"Gerard." I whisper, and nervously shake his hand. He smiles, before focusing his attention back on the teacher and we listen to the boring rants she goes through with argumentative essays.


"Hey, Gerard?" Frank whispers over to me after the teacher had finished talking.
"Yeah?"
"Would you maybe want to sit with me during lunch?" He asks, and almost seems nervous about it. Hm, thats weird, he doesn't really seem like a nervous person. He has an even more nervous look on his face now that I haven't answered right away.
"That'd be awesome." I say, and a wave of relief washes over on his face.



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"You only have a granola bar for lunch?" He asks me, and I nod.
"How do you survive? Thats hardly any food!" He laughs, and I shrug. I don't want to tell him that eating makes me anxious and Im self conscious about it because Dominic always makes fun of me when I eat. When he sees my expression, his face softens a little.
"Hey, I'm sorry if i said anything, to hurt you, I've just never really had friends before, and I really want to be yours." He says quickly, and a little embarrassedly. He wants to be my friend?
"You do?" I question, not fully believing the words he's saying. He nods.
"Yea, you seem...intriguing. I know I've known you for about three hours, but I can tell you're hiding a lot. I want to get to know you, the real you." He tells me and I can't help but feel great, no one has ever wanted to get to know me before, they've always just avoided me, thinking I was weird.
"I don't know if you want to get to know me, really." I tell him and he shakes his head.
"But I do."
"It's a lot to handle."
"I can take a lot."
"I may be a little crazy." I blurt out and he smiles.
"I love crazy." I can't help but smile.
"Hey, you don't have to tell me everything, you can just tell me a little at a time if you want." He says, and I nod.
"Good, well so far all I know is you enjoy granola bars, and must be one very awesome dude since you've agreed to be friends with Frank Anthony Iero Jr." He says, a goofy smile littering his face.
"And I'd love to get to know Frank Anthony Iero Jr." I say, repeating his name. He smiles.
"We'll take it a little at a time." He takes out a slip of paper and write numbers on it.
"Heres my number." He says, and the bell rings dismissing us from lunch.
"Text me!" He yells from across the cafeteria and I can't help but laugh.
God does this feel good, and the best part is, maybe I can be my real self around him, crazy side and all, all I know is I can tell Frank is going to be the best thing thats happened to me for a while.

Notes

Hey guys! New chapter! And happy (I guess :.() MCR day! I hope you enjoyed the chapter because i have to say that I rlly am enjoying writing this.


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