We Could Be Demolition Lovers

Detention?! Great. Just fuckin great. The first day of my senior year and I get detention, and to make matters worse ‘I’m stuck with him’ I think to myself as I head toward room 205, alone.

Who did that kid think he was anyway? No one ever talks back to me. Ever. Yet there he was, this short little jerk, knocking me over, and he has the nerve to call me an asshole?? Sure I probably didn’t handle the whole thing as well as I could’ve but I mean I’m Gerard Way, basically everyone in this dump of a school looks up to me, my own little herd of friends basically worships me, and then this little punk comes along.

I normally wouldn’t have reacted the way I had but him talking back to me wasn’t going to earn me any sort of respect from my friends, he almost made me look weak in front of them and I can’t have that so I had to show him his place, not my fault.
When I open the door to room 205 I realize that Mr. Raymond isn’t present, which is kind of ridiculous since he’s the one who gave us fuckin detention in the first place! The next thing that I notice, though, definitely peaks my interest. The little punk from the lunch room is already here, sat in the back of the classroom, his head is down and rested on his arms that are folded across the table.
As soon as he hears that someone else has entered the room he lifts his head to look up at whoever interrupted his little nap. When he makes eye contact with me he immediately rolls his eyes and lets out a little irritated grunt before putting his head back down.

I raise an eyebrow, amused by his audacity, and as I make my way to sit down I can’t help but keep my eyes on him. He doesn’t seem like a bad kid and he is actually kinda cute, I mean like 'i’d like to fuck him’ cute though, not ‘I want to hold his hand and kiss him all day long’ cute, I don’t do that.
I want to know more about this kid though, like for starters maybe his name? I mean I think I deserve to know the name at least of anyone who has the balls to actually stand up to- “Oww, fuck!” I shout as I smash my hip on the corner of one of the tables in the room.
Way to pay attention, dumbass! I got too caught up on all my questions about this little asshole (that is now laughing his ass off) and forgot to pay attention to where I was going.
“Something funny?” I say as I try to regain my composure, rubbing my hip slightly while I try to will the embarrassed blush off my face.
“Well I mean I thought the fact that you just made a complete ass of yourself was pretty comical, but other than that, no, I guess nothing is funny.” he says as he turns away from me, finishing up his little fit of laughter as he does so.
I don’t know why but for some reason I just can’t let that go so I walk over and stand right in front of him, the small table he’s sat at being the only thing separating us as I glare down at him.
He stares right back up at me with a bit of a smug look on his face and I swear I’d punch him in it if I didn’t find it so damn attractive.

“What do you want?” he asks, breaking the brief silence.

“What’s your name?” I ask. He seems confused as to why I’m asking, but replies anyway.

“Umm, Frank.” he replies. Hmm, Frank? Cute name, I guess it fits him alright.

“Well, Frankie. I’m going to let you in on a little secret” I say as I lean in closer to whisper this next part in his ear “I don’t like you, in fact I’m pretty sure I hate you, and if you ever bump into me again I’ll end you.” I finish as I pull back up, smirking at the shocked look on his face before I turn to take my seat. I’m barely two steps away from him when he says,
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t even fuckin dream about coming near you again anyway..” Well good.
I turn once again to head to my seat when he decides to pipe up again, apparently he wasn’t finished so I turn to face him as he says,
“not if that’s going to happen every time.” he finishes, while gesturing at me.

What the fuck is he even talking about? I think, before looking down and seeing exactly what the fuck he’s talking about. I feel my face blush a dark crimson at the realization of the “little problem” that seems to have formed in my pants. When the fuck did that get there? How the fuck did that get there? I mean yeah I thought Frank was cute and all, with his dark hair and gorgeous hazel eyes, but seriously?! How could I have gotten turned on just by talking to the kid? I can’t like him, I’m supposed to hate him. Shit. I need an excuse asap. Shit shit shit! Okay, Gerard, calm down. THINK…. Think faster, dumbass! ....I’ve got it!

“I umm, I was with my uhh... my girlfriend! Yeah. Yeah. I was with my girlfriend before coming in here, not that I need to explain myself to you, but I just can’t keep her off my mind, so big fuckin deal alright? If you saw her you’d probably be in the same state as I am.” Whelp I guess now I’ve got a fuckin imaginary girlfriend, what the fuck brain?!

“Huh, yeah I highly doubt that.” He says in a somewhat annoyed tone. Wait what??

“Highly doubt what?” I ask. Now I’m lost, and kind of, I don’t know, intrigued?

“I highly doubt I’d be attracted to your supposed fuckin girlfriend.” Okay I’m not imagining this, I think he’s actually kind of angry. Why though?

“Yeah, and why’s that?” I should probably just drop this, but I won’t. I’m a curious mother-fucker, so sue me!

“Oh I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact that I don’t think I could ever be attracted to someone dumb enough to fall for you, or maybe, and I mean this is like a totally ridiculous notion but it might be the fact that I’m gay, dumbass.” Oh.

So he’s gay? I’m bi so I mean I’m perfectly fine with that, but now that I know he’s not straight I can’t help but be even more interested. He’s absolutely fucking gorgeous and he’s gay, and now I’ve got a 0% chance of ever getting with him. Am I actually regretting the way I acted? God, what the hell is going on with me?

I’m snapped out of my internal battle by Frank. I notice he’s gotten up out of his seat and is making his way to exit the classroom. So he’s skipping out on the rest of detention then??

“Oh, by the way, Mr. Raymond isn’t gonna show. He never does.”

I was about to ask him why he hadn’t let me in on the fact sooner, or why he even showed up at all for that matter, but by the time I could fully comprehend what he’d just said, he was gone.
“Who are you?” I breathe out, the enigma that my question was aimed towards probably already out of the building. I’ve gotta find out...

Notes

So Gee's pov. Hope it doesn't totally blow.
Gee seems to be catching the feelings and why did Frankie keep the whole "we don't have to be here" thing a secret?? Everyone probably already knows why, but lets act oblivious for the stories sake! Also we should be meeting Mikey and Bob next chapter, hopefully.
Let me know what ya think!