A Chemically Weird Romance

I awaken to realize it is another day I enter hell. "Only two more years." I think to myself hopeful that I will get through these two years as soon as possible. I reached school at 7:25 which left me time to eat breakfast and talk to my teacher since apparently I'm failing a mandatory class. So, I ate breakfast, talked to my teacher, and waited for the bell to ring. As if on cue, the bell rung allowing me to enter my first class: Trigonometry prepared. As attendance is being taken, I smile knowing Frank Iero is sitting next to me.
"Hello, Frank." I say somewhat casually.
"Hi. Jared?"
"Gerard, you idiot."
"Oh, my apologies."
"It's ok, everybody messes up once or twice."
"You're a smart boy, for a badass."
"Who says badasses can't be smart?"
"Uh, practically every fanfiction, girly teen book, and chick flick." I laugh.
"Well, I guess you could say I like to bend the standards."
"Well then, Gerard, this will be one hell of a class."
Today all the high schoolers got an extra class. Why? Hell if I know, I wish we didn't have this crap but unfortunately we do so I just have to suck it the fuck up for now. My extra class: Art. Holy crap, maybe this extra class isn't that bad. I walk to into class like it's a fucking stage waving "Hello" at everyone, including the teacher. Why not be in a good mood? After all, this is my favorite class. Apparently, this High School shares a love with me since Frank is in my class. "Hello, cutie." I say to Frank giving him another one of my sexy ass winks.
"Hi!" Frank says excitedly most likely not getting the memo.
"So, Frank, you enjoy the art."
"Well, yes, I did get recognized for the work I previously did."
"Then this only leads to one thing: a fucking match off."
"Oh, it's on!"
"What are we painting, sir?" I ask professionaly, if I'm going to paint I have to act civilized.
"We are painting each other."
"Oh I'm there baby," Frank says excitedly.
"I guess I'm alright." I say, hoping it will catch him off guard causing him to do a little bit worse than plan. Gerard Way does not intend on losing to a cutie.
"I'm fucking ready!" Mikey screams from the other half of the room. The teacher gives him a disappointed look as he is being sent to the office. "So much for being ready." I mutter.
"You may begin drawing." My teacher says.
I stare at Frank and he does the same.
"Creepy.." He mutters.
"Shut up, Frank, we are supposed to be acting professional." He smiled and continues to stare at me. Only, he isn't observing for the painting. He's observing for himself.
"Frank?"
"Yes, Gerard?"
"Are you going to start painting, because I am already ahead of you and practically winning at this point."
"Gerard, your little smart mouth needs to be controlled, or I'll teach you how to control it." I didn't expect that to come from his mouth. I expected a sign of distress, or a sigh of exhasperation, a sigh of something! Apparently, I was wrong.
"Gerard,"
"Yes?"
"You may be the player, but I'm the fucking coach." Frank whispered into my ear causing chills to rise.


SHORT CHAPTER I KNOW MY APOLOGIES! I NEEDED TO FINISH THIS ASAP BECAUSE I HAD A PLAN FOR MY OTHER CHAPTER AND I DIDN'T WANT TO FORGET IT! ANYWAYS, I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS. BYE!

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