She's The Prettiest Girl At The Party

I sat on my desk tapping my pencil up and down. Chewing on my nails on my opposite hand. My eyes wondered across the room. The teachers voice muffled in the background then one thing stood out. "Iero" came from her mouth. I dropped my pencil on my desk. Looking at the front of the room.

A smaller boy stood in the front. It wasn't my Frankie. I lost stead interest quickly but he was a nice to look at- and had very similar features to her. The eyes that I could stare into for hours- were his. Those hazel orbs that I loved, were his. The pale skin, pink lips, all looked like hers. Maybe there cousins.

Before I went back into my world, there was a few more thing that came out of the muffling, "Frankie-,".

"It's Frank,".

"Oh I'm sorry, Frank Iero will be enjoying our school once again," the teacher cheered.

I felt my stomach drop, my face felt cold. I looked at my hands- i was losing my color.

Maybe it was a family name?

No, that's stupid.

I needed to know it was-well him. I raised my hand, watching Frank's eyes go wide, Ms. Forman saw me, smiling "yes Gerard,".

" I think Frank could sit with me- I mean I have no lab partner and I'm pretty sure no one likes working in a group of three," I suggested. She smiled warmly, "that's sweet of you Gerard. Frank can you go sit next to Gerard,".

His face turned a little shade a pink, after a few seconds he nodded. This must have meant something to him. This had to be Frank. I walked towards the two seater desk. Black hair cover his eyesight a bit- well his was head down. Then it clicked. He wanted a fresh start, he didn't want me to know it was him.

"Hey," I whispered. He looked at me slightly. "Hi,".

I sighed, "rude much," I muttered.

He rolled his eyes, "your not quiet, ya know," he said with a chuckle at the end. This is not my Frankie. "I wasn't trying to be quiet," I simply responded.

We sat in silence for the rest of class until he opened his loud mouth, "ya know Gee, I have four class with you and you don't notice me, how is it that you notice me now," he asked turning to me a bit.

I looked at him confused, "how'd you know my nickname was gee,".

He shrugged, "was your mind distracted Gee," he smirked a bit. I rolled eyes, "yes," I said bluntly. He smirked, "by who,". I chocked on my spit bursting into laughter.

The bell rang and I exited the class not being able to control my laugh. Frank followed my confused, "everyone in this school is simple disgusting. They suck each other's dicks, being sluts and whores. And they don't even care, I get called freak for being a sixteen year old virgin," I said storming off to my locker.

He followed me, "you're a virgin. Buddy at least tell me if you've gotten to third base," I shook my head, "the person my I kissed was at a dance in like the seventh grade," his face lost his color. His mouth opened a bit trying to form a word, at least something.

I chuckled, "not everyone gets around. In all honesty, Frank I'm surprised girls would wanna sleep with you, your short!,". His face gained color quickly after my comment. I walk away fast, soon he trailed behind, "this may shock you Gerard but I play for your team," Frank said as we stopped at the bus stop, "well except your asexual-,".

"I'm not asexual I just don't find anyone at this school 'hot'," the bus pulled up opening its door I took a step in, "and plus I'm not gay," I entered the bus. He rolled his eyes jumping into the bus, "look I just thought that because you smell of drugstore perfume,".

I looked at him strange as the bus took off, "is this even your bus,".

He smirked shaking his head, "no,".

I sighed, going to sit in the middle of the bus, "look you can hang out at my house until your mom or dad get home from work, but first I gotta ask my mom," he sat down next to me.

"cool, my step mom could pick me up she does nothing," he answered. I looked at realizing he had a man purse on him as he picked up his phone.

"trophy wife?,".

"no, my mom just doesn't want her to work," I nodded my head.

After awhile we sat in silence, I popped in my earbuds resting my head against the window. I thought about all the ways I could get him to shut up. He never stopped talking, at one point I considered killing him and letting them take me to jail because I'd be proud of killing him. This kid gets on my nerves.

Notes

I kinda wanna do even numbers in Frank's POV to be honest. meh. Anyways here you go.