Gerard pov.





"We still coming over tonight?" Zacky asks as he finishes up the last few questions of his history homework. I'm assuming by 'we', he means him and Syn, granted they're my only friends. I nod yes and he smiles, looking back down at his homework, looking eager to get it done before class. Sadly, this is the only class besides gym, that I have with Zacky. I really wish I had him in more because he honestly helps me a lot, he's like extremely smart. It sounds strange because from the first glance at him and his huge muscles, many tattoos, and snakebites, you'd think that he'd be some kind of stoner, or jerk, but no, he's extremely quiet and mainly likes to keep to himself. That's what I like about him. Syn on the other hand, is the opposite. I wish I had more classes with him, I only have one, and it'd be nice to have another friend in a class. He is in my Language Arts class, and like it's really awkward because he has a lot of other 'friends' in that class so I'm ignored a lot. It's not as fun as being in class with Zacky, who mainly just pays attention to me. Its nice.

At last, the bell rings, releasing me, Zacky, and the rest of my classmates from the room. We all grab our binders and notebooks and leave the class.
"See you after next class." Zacky says, waving.
"Meet me with Syn at my locker at the end of the day." I shout from behind him as he walks away. He holds a thumbs-up over his shoulder as he keeps walking away from me, and I roll my eyes. Only Zacky.

I continue down the hallway, passing the endless sea of people that matter nothing to me, as I matter nothing to them.

I pay attention to the way they hold themselves, and can most of the time base personality off of that feature alone. I pay too much attention to details, I notice. I watch as my black converse take each step, bringing me closer to the class where I'm supposed to be going to. Do I really need to go? What's the point of class anymore, really?

I quickly make a decision, bolting from my original path to the way of the bathroom, making sure no one notices. I quickly run into a stall, hoping that no one followed me and that no one will find me, especially not one of the teachers.

I pull out my phone, checking for any messages from Syn or Zacky, and when I find that there is none, I go onto Twitter and wait for the bell to ring, and release me from this smelly, cubicle.



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The bell finally rings and I make my day over to my locker which happens to be on the other side of the school. Ugh. Sometimes I hate having to met them, because it means I have to run all the way across the school.

When I reach my locker, I see Syn and Zacky both standing by my locker. Damn, how'd they get there so fast?
"Hey." Syn greets, giving me a smile.
"Hey, guys.".When I see Zacky giving me a look, I give him a confused one back. Whats he doing?
"What?" I question, actually completely oblivious to what he aiming at.
"You know what we're talking about." He says, continuing to give me the look.
"No I actually don't." I say, laughing and they laugh back, rolling their eyes.
"About...the boy that keeps showing up, yknow?"
When Syn says that, I can feel my muscles tense and my pulse quicken. No. I had totally forgotten about the boy with the black hair and I had wanted to keep it that way. Maybe he wouldn't show up if they're there though? I decide to take a chance, and we get in our cars, heading to my house.



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"So, tell us about this boy." Syn says, taking a drink of his beer he took from our fridge. Him and Syn are sitting across from me, on the ground and I sit in front of them, my hands on my forehead.
"Well..." I start, chucking slightly. "I don't really know much considering the only time I've seen him was when he came to my house, and scared the shit out of me." I joke.
"Right, right..."
"Well what about what he looks like? Eyes, hair color? Just so we can get an idea and maybe find this creepy stalker dude." Zacky interrupts.
"Ok...um...he had black hair, and these traumatizing hazel eyes, that you could just get lost in."
"Woah, woah, woah slow down, Gerard. This is your stalker, not some middle school crush." Syn jokes, taking another swig of his beer.
"You asked me to describe him." I say, my face slightly red that they even thought I'd have a 'crush' on my so called 'stalker'.
"Mm hm." Syn says, rolling his eyes.
"I'll be right back, I'm going to go to the bathroom, be right back." I tell them, and rush up to the bathroom. When my feet hit the cool tile floor, i shiver and swiftly shut the door behind me.
I look at myself in the mirror, my hands running through my greasy, black, hair when I see a figure standing behind me. I catch a glimpse of those traumatizing hazel eyes and can feel my blood run cold and all of the color drain from my face. It's him.

I can see him moving closer to me and my blood runs cold and the color drains from my face.
"Who are you?" I manage to ask in between my quickening pulses. He take a step towards me and looks straight into my eyes, his fringe curling more into the side of his face.
"Frank." He mutters, whispering it slightly into my ear.
"How'd you get in here?" I ask, backing up, until i reach the wall.
"I have my ways. Go back to your friends, I only come alone." He smirks and then walks out of the bathroom leaving me alone. What the hell just happened?

I walk back downstairs to where Zacky and Syn are. When they see my ghostly white face, concerned looks take over theirs.
"Whats wrong Gerard?" Syn asks. I look down at the ground.
"Nothing..yea nothings wrong at all." I say. looking up at them and forcing a smile.
"Everythings great." I mutter under my breath. I just can't seem to get the words he spoke to me off of my mind. Does that mean he's coming back?

Notes

Sorry I haven't updated in so long! I've been extremely busy lately so I haven't gotten to update, but hopefully i'll update by wednesday this week! Im really excited about where I'm headed with this story

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