Sorry for the wait. I kept changing the plot for the chapter. Enjoy.


I am now in Art, and I haven’t seen Kobra since the argument in History. Someone said a body was found in the top floor boy’s bathroom, dead. I know that isn’t true though, as if it was, there would be police everywhere. My take on it, is that some dickhead smoked to much weed, got stoned and then fell asleep on the floor. It’s gotta be.
“Miles,” I turn to see my art teacher, Mrs Murphy, walking over, “Have you seen Kobra?”
“No Mrs,” I spit, glaring down at my art work, “Knowing him, he is skipping so he doesn’t have to face me.”
“Something wrong Miles?” She asks, a face of genuine concern.
“It’s fine,” I sigh, not looking up to face her, “Kobra and I just got into a bit of a fight.”
“Okay,” Mrs Murphy sighs, “Just, tell me if anything gets out of hand.”
I nod and go back to my art.
The project we have been working on, is drawing an art work of something in our life, and how we see it. I chose to draw our dog Sweet-Pea. I have no idea how that dog is still alive, but it is. I drew her, puffed up, sitting on my parent’s bed, tongue sticking out the side. She is wearing a princess tiara, shining with jewels and gold. The whole drawing looks as if it was taking from a comic, with dark lines, darkened with black markers, and I have started uses other markers to fill in the white. It looks pretty good.
“I SAW HIM! I AM NOT LYING!” I look up to see a group of girls in a very heated discussion, across the table from me.
“Sure,” One of them, I think her name is Maddie, said, rolling her eyes, “Mikey Way came to our school, and you just happened to see him.”
Mikey was here?
“HE DID!” The girl, I think her name was Bianca, screamed, close to tears, “He said he would come back and give us autographs.”
“And why would Mikey come here?” Okay that girl I know is called Sophie, asked, not looking very impressed.
“He was picking up his son, Kobra,” Bianca snapped.
“He doesn’t have a son called Kobra,” Sophie snorts, “Sure he has a kid, but he never released their gender, name, or picture.”
I had enough.
“Man,” I laugh, causing the girls to look over, “You guys must be really stupid.”
“HEY!” Maddie snapped.
“Well you are,” I smirk.
“And why would that be?” Bianca snaps, glaring at me with pure hatred.
“Because there is a Kobra Way in this class, and from what I heard you ran into Mikey Way,” I state, smirking.
“I DID!” Bianca cries, as Sophie goes to say something.
“And I am here to tell you,” I say, almost laughing at their stupidity, “There is a Kobra Gerard Way that goes to this school.”
“MRS!” Sophie calls, putting her hand up, “THIS BOY KEEPS SAYING THAT A MUSICIAN’S SON IS IN OUR CLASS!”
Mrs Murphy walks over, looking very confused.
“There’s two,” She says slowly, “Kobra Way and Miles Iero.”
“FRANK IERO’S SON GOES HERE?!” All three of the scream, gaining a few looks.
“And you’re sitting right across from him,” I say, quite cockily might I add.
“LIER!” Maddie screams at me.
“I’ll leave you to deal with this Miles,” Mrs Murphy sighs, walking back to her desk.
“You want me to prove it?” I ask, holding back my laughter, “I will.”
I take out my IPhone, and open up contacts. I press call on my dad’s and put it on speaker phone. He answers after 3 rings.
“Miles, what is it?” My dad says on the other end of the phone, “Daddy is busy at the studio doing work. You know daddy works full time as a famous musician. Can you call back later?”
The girls begin to scream and cry.
“Miles,” My dad warns, causing me to crack up, “You better not have fangirls with you.”
“OH MY GOD!” Bianca yells, grabbing the phone off my, “ARE YOU REALLY FRANK IERO?!”
“MILES!” My dad yells, causing me to laugh harder, now gathering everyone’s attention.
“S-so-rry, d-d-dad,” I laugh.
“Ugh,” He groans, but then changes his voice tone, “Look, yes I am the real Frank Anthony Iero Jr, and yes that is Miles my idiotic son. If you have any more questions, please direct them at my son, and NO I repeat NO MCR is NOT getting back together. Goodbye.”
And with that, the amazing Frank Iero hangs up the phone, leaving the girls to fangirl.
I look up, and realise that I had made a huge mistake. Now that these fangirls knew I was related to Frank, they will never leave me alone.
Bianca was the first to speak.
“WILL YOU MARRY ME?!”
Classic fangirls.
“Um, no,” I say, more confused than serious.
“WILL YOU DATE ME?!” It was now Sophie’s turn to talk.
“Uhh,” I was in the deep shit now.
“CAN YOU SING?!” At least Maddie asked at lease perverted question.
“Okay,” I say, silencing the group, “First off, I am very surprised that you guys didn’t know about me and Kobra going to your school, let alone being in your class, and second, no I won’t marry you, I don’t even know you so I won’t date you, and no, I can’t sing, but I can play guitar.”
“Well,” Sophie speaks up, “I only started here at the start of the term, and Maddie and Bianca didn’t listen to MCR, Electric century, Ray Toro, or any of your dad’s bands until I came, so they had no idea about you or Kobra.”
“Ah,” I say, sighing slightly, “That makes sense.”
“Yeah,” Bianca says, breathing heavily, “Is what you said true?”
“Um, is what?” I say, not knowing what she is referring to.
“You said Kobra’s name is Kobra Gerard Way,” She clarifies, “Is that true?”
“Oh, yeah,” I respond.
“So Mikey named his son after his killjoy character and his brother?” Maddie states, hyperventilating slightly, “THAT IS SO SWEET!”
“Hey,” I say, deciding to get a bit of revenge of Kobra and Jackson, “You said you liked Ray Toro’s work right?”
“YES!” They scream.
“Well,” I say, smirking evilly, “Jackson Kenan Toro goes here, Ray Toro’s son.”
“OHMYGOD!” Sophie yells, fangirling a little too much.
“Yep, and both Kobra and Jackson would love your attention.”
“We won’t be able to see Kobra till tomorrow though,” Bianca whines, causing me to frown, “Mikey said he was here to pick him up.”
“Wait,” I say, realising how stupid this girl was, “Mikey said he was picking up his son, yet when I said his son goes here, you all denied it.”
“Uh,” She said, very flushed.
“Damn, you are stupid.”
I turn away from them, and go back to my work, ignoring their fangirl nature.
I look up, and out the little window they have leading to the hall, and see Mikey, and very pale Kobra. Mikey smiles at me but I don’t acknowledge him. I just turn to his bitch of a son and glare before returning to my work. I don’t care if he is sick, I don’t care if the damn cunt is dying. I want him to suffer.
I sit there working on my art for a while, until I hear the bell go. I slam my book shut, gather up my things, and high-tail it out of that room before I am caught by a fangirl. I run down the halls, but am grabbed from behind. I inhale sharply and turn around to see who it is.
“I hear little Miles’ dad’s a faggot,” A kid called Zane sneers.
You probably are imaging some big buff jock, but no, he is just a kid who isn’t normally one to pick on others, unless he has black mail, or if they are related to anything Homosexual. He isn’t homophobic per say, but he loves to pick on the gays.
“Really,” I say, knowing upsetting him won’t help me whatsoever, but I still do, “I didn’t know that your simple mind could process this new information. I thought it would be too much shock. And must I say, such I big word coming from a kid with a dick that small.”
Some kids laugh, other kids ooh, but all round this is gathering a crowed.
“Oh,” He laughs, “And I can only assume you know that because you’ve been having sneaky gay peaks at me in the changing rooms.”
More commotion occurs.
“Well at least I could get some ass, you scrawny dick probably isn’t too much of appeal for gays, as they like a nice big on to fuck their ass, or to hold, seeing you seem quite submissive and very much a bottom.”
I know I am digging my grave, but I won’t go out lying down.
“Oh you would know that Lero, see that you’ve probably fucked a lot of boys in your time.”
Great. I am stumped.
“First off, it is Iero, and second, at least I ain’t a virgin, and can get some ass. No girl probably would even want your fat ass near them, or dude for that matter.”
Yes I think I am winning.
“FUCK YOU BITCH!”
I’ve got an idea.
“What you pissed off cause your dad gets more pussy than you. Fuck you. Suck my fucking dick. You want to antagonise me? Antagonise me mother fucker. Get in the ring mother fucker, and I’ll kick your bitchy little ass, PUNK!”
Awesome. The power of Guns N Roses is working.
“I don’t like you, I just hate you. I’m gonna kick your ass.”
Uh oh. I think I have gone too far.
“I’M GONNA SNAP YOU NECK FAGGOT!”
Just as Zane screams that he lungs forwards, punching my face and knocking me to the ground.
“FUCK!” I scream, pain covering my face.
People around us begin to scream and back off.
“THINK YOU’RE STRONGER THAN ME?” He yells, fury in his eyes, “LET’S SEE HOW TOUGH YOUR ARE NOW?!”
I and pulled up by my hair, causing me to cry out, and he bashes my head onto the locker. I scream in pain, and feel tears burn in my eyes. He then punches my stomach hard, kicking me in the groin, and dragging me down the halls. I know what’s happening.
“NO, NO! PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THIS!” I am full on crying and begging now.
This can’t happen.
“Bye, bye faggot,” He smirks, opens the locker, and throws me in.
It is a very small one, so I will be stuck in a ball, no way to move so I can’t bash the doors for help. I am stuffed in there, cramped in the worst position, and I feel the brunt pain of my bruises.
The door is slammed close, and I begin to scream and sob.
“PLEASE! HELP ME!” I cry out but am silenced when he bashes the door.
My head is pounding, and I can feel a strong pain in my dick where he kicked me. This can’t be happening again.
“PLEASE! HELP!” I cry out, trying my hardest to gain someone’s attention.
Anyone’s. Fuck, even those fangirls, but anyone. Please.
I scream until my throat hurts, and I can feel a sharp pain, yet that doesn’t stop me.
I hear someone walk past the locker, and I know this is my chance.
“HELP! SOMEONE! I AM STUCK! HELP!” I yell as loud as humanely possible with a disappearing voice.
“Hello?” A female voice says.
“OF FOR FUCKS SAKE!” I scream, “HELP!”
“Oh my gosh,” They say, running over to the locker where I am tapping the locker slightly, “Are you okay?”
“WHAT DO YOU THINK BITCH!” I yell.
I know I should be nicer, but, my dick hurts, my head is pounding, I feel like I could throw up at any second, and I am stuck in a fucking locker.
“Okay, okay,” They say rushed, “I am gonna get you out.”
I hear them run off, and burst into tears. My freaked out mind tells me that they abandoned me, yet I know that they went to get help. But try and tell that to my scared, claustrophobic mind.
“You alright in there,” I hear an older man’s voice say on the other side.
“J-just h-h-help m-m-m-me,” I sob into my knees that are pushed up against my chest.
I am shaking from head to toe, and feel as though I might throw up any second from now.
“Don’t worry kid, I’ll get you out of there,” The man tells me in a soothing voice.
“Th-th-th-tha-ank y-y-y-yo-u,” I sob, shaking harder.
I hear a few clicks of the lock, and I come tumbling out of the locker, in a shaking, sobbing, and snotty mess.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I mumble over and over, not moving up from the floor.
“Hey,” I look up finally to see a girl who looks to be a senior, “I’m Lucinda, let’s get you to the office.”
I nod, and shakily stand up, only to lose balance and fall back down.
“Here,” She offers me her hand, and I take it still shaking.
She pulls me up, and holds her arm around my waist to support me.
“Who did this to you kid?” The man, who I identify as the janitor asks.
“Z-Zane P-P-Pierce,” I stutter, shaking violently.
“Okay, I’ll report this,” He tells me before turning to Lucinda, “Please take him down to the Nurse. That bruise looks nasty, it seems as though he may have hit his head, and from the way he is standing, someone kick him in the groin.”
“Yes Sir,” Lucinda says seriously, before walking off, holding me close to her.
The walk to the office is slow and quiet yet I do not care, nor does Lucinda. We reach the office, and are confronted by the principle, Dr Parks.
“Would you please follow me you two?” She asks, gesturing towards her office.
“Dr Parks,” Lucinda says, in a very firm yet formal voice, “I would feel it best if we got this young man to the Nurse. He appears to be in pain, and also in shock. I feel sitting in your office won’t be best for him.”
Dr Parks reluctantly agrees, but asks the Lucinda stays so she can ask her a few questions. I limp into the Nurse’s office, where I am rushed to a little cot, and asked a bunch of questions. I answer most of the without stuttering, but stumble on a few.
The nurse then gives me and ice pack at tells me to put it on my, Ahem, “Lower Region”. Embarrassed by the command, I put it there very hesitantly, and flinch at the coolness of it. She inspects my head, looking that the bump on the back caused by the lockers, and the swelling bruise on my cheek. She wraps my head in an Ace-Bandage and tells me to hold another ice pack on my cheek, whilst she puts one on my head. She then hands me a cup of water, and tells me to take small sips, and places a bucket next to me, just in case.
Dr Parks walks in a short while later.
“Hello Miles,” She greets, making me feel like I am in trouble, “I need to talk to you about today’s recent events.”
“Okay,” I mumble, pointing my eyes down at the drink in my hand.
“I have talk with Zane, and he says you provoked him. Is that true?”
I swallow thickly before answering.
“He started it first,” My voice just above a whisper.
“I didn’t ask who started it, Mr Iero, I just asked if what he said was true. Did you provoke him?”
“Y-yes.”
“Okay. My understanding is that you called him some rather rude names. Such as, and forgive my language, Faggot, Pussy and Punk. Is that correct?”
“I-I only called h-him a p-p-punk. H-he called m–m-me a f-f-f-.”
“It is okay, Mr Iero.”
I bite back tears.
“Now, he said you threw the first punch, and a few kids watching the fight agreed. I need you say on that.”
“I said somethings, but I n-never t-tried to h-hit Z-Zane.”
“Do you have evidence, as a lot of the kids said you did?”
“Does Zane have any injuries?”
I am getting annoyed now.
“He could have dodge.”
“He isn’t that smart.”
“Mr Iero,” Dr Parks is angry now, “I would appreciate it if you don’t insult him. Now, I want you to recount for me, your side of the story.”
“I was coming out of Art when someone pulled me back by my shirt,” I say, “I turned around and it was Zane. He was laughing. He then went on to call my dad a F-Faggot. I threw back my own insult, to which he rebutted. We got into a bit of an argument, with me calling him dumb and him calling me gay. I said something along the lines of, ‘At least I can got some sex’ or something. I then began to say something before he snapped. H-he punch m-me a-a-and s-smashed m-my h-h-head in-t-t-to the l-l-lockers and kick me p-p-punching me a few m-m-more t-t-times. H-he then p-put me in th-the locker.”
I was shaking like a mad man but the time I was done.
“I see,” Dr Parks says, “I will talk to a few more students to find out their side of the story, then I will decide on a punishment, but for now, both of you are suspended until further notice.”
“W-WHAT?!” I stutter, completely shocked.
“Your parent’s will be coming to pick you up soon,” She tells me before she leaves.
I am going to KILL Kobra for this. I will show no mercy.

Notes

This was 2983 words long. This is going to lead up to something big, but I shan’t say what. Also, updates will start to grow slower as I am going back to school on Tuesday. Lily and Cherry will come in next chapter, which will be up soon. I am basing a lot of these characters of really people in my life. Dr Parks in my school Principle and acts like that, Mr McCarthy was my History teacher last year and acted EXACTLY like that. Mrs Murphy, my art teacher, very much like that. Zane Pierce is a really boy in my year who is an absolute dick. The personalities for Bandit, Kobra, Miles and Jackson are coming from my friends. Bandit is my friend Charlotte. Kobra is my friend Mikey (How ironic). Miles is my friend Annika. Jackson is my friend Briahna. Bianca, Sophie and Maddie are all people at my school, Maddie being in last year’s art class, Sophie being in my drama class and Bianca being my Ex-girlfriend. Sophie is slightly more me, with the sense I showed Bianca the bands I like and her becoming obsessed with them, but other than that, her personality is full her. Well I am talking a lot. BBBBBBBBBBBBBYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!