Gerard's POV
The lunch hall was gross, seriously gross. We headed to an empty table right at the back, just where I like it. Frank lead us to the table as we all sat down just staring at each other waiting for someone to start off the conversation.
Frank didn’t seem like a very awkward person, not like me off course. I’m the King of being awkward and shy. For some reason the majority of the time I feel like everyone is out to get me, y’know? I just feel like everyone wants to hurt me, mentally or physically if I’m honest. I don’t know why anyone would though, it’s not like I’ve done anything to them. The point is why would I? Hurting people isn’t my kind of style, unlike some ‘popular’ kids back in my old school. They didn’t really pick on me, just a couple of my friends. But they did always give me dirty looks and mouth ‘worthless’ or ‘useless’ at me. The first time they did that it hit me hard, although as they began to continuously do it I just ignored them, because they were useless shits too.
“So, Mikey. Have any… interests?” Frank asked, trying to start a conversation.
“Uh- I like Iron Maiden.” Mikey responded with a smile.
“Me too, favourite song?” Frank sounded like he actually cared, how sweet.
“Well, it’s between ‘Run for the hills’ and ‘Fear the dark’.”
“Yeah, those are good ones, but my favourite is ‘The Trooper’.”
“Yes! That one is one of my favourites too actually.”
I think they forgot that I was there. Which honestly, I quite liked the thought of Frank trying to get on with my brother. I wonderd if Frank has any other friends, of course he has. He’s Frank Iero! I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even realise I was staring at Frank.
“Gerard?” He said while waving his hand in front of my face.
“Yeah, yeah what?” I said, my head snapping back into reality.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just lost in my own bubble of thoughts.”
“Okay then, would you like to actually participate in our conversation?” I chuckled to myself, but I didn’t realise I laughed out loud.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, looking confused.
“Participate, ha. It’s funny when you say it. It seems too posh a word for you.”
“Is that so?” He said while turning to look at Mikey, to see if he agreed.
“Don’t look at me!” Mikey said and we all laughed.
But our laughs quickly stopped as a fist slammed on our table, which made me and Mikey just out of our skin. Except Frank, it seemed like he was expecting it.
“Well, well, well what do we have here then?” The guy spoke, putting on a rough voice. He was odd looking, but handsome in a weird way. Refined nose, blonde hair which was layered on the top, semi-shaved sides, hooded-almond eyes. Not my type of guy, Frank was my type of guy.
“Hey, Dylan, here’s a suggestion for you. How about fuck off?” Frank hissed. I was almost in shock, not having seen Frank like this. I was kind of into it.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you from down there. What did you say?” Dylan growled. Ouch. Short jokes, not cool.
“Sorry, what did you say? I couldn’t hear you over the stench of your mouth.” Frank grumbled. I chuckled to myself, but catching the attention of Dylan and his two other friends beside him.
“Oi! Why you laughing scum?” Dylan turned to face me, shit. Before I could say anything, Frank stepped in. Thank God.
“Dylan, you should take my advice of getting the fuck away from us.”
Mikey even looked amused, and shocked at the same time. Frank getting all defence, was so hot.
“Or what?” he said while his face was right in Frank’s face, almost touching his nose. Frank suddenly stood up, shocking Dylan. But before he could say anything, Frank threw punch to Dylan’s cheek. I put my hand over my mouth in shock (also trying to stop myself from laughing). Mikey turned to me and had a ‘shit, what the hell do we do?’ face expression. I shrugged. I looked back up at Frank who was towered over Dylan, smirking and looking at what he had just done. Dylan deserved it though, if I’m honest. It seemed like he always bothered Frank, and now he had learned his lesson. I was kind of proud of him. There were loads of kids around Dylan’s corpse, assuming it was his friends. Just as Dylan began to sit up, Frank was putting his leg up, towards his stomach ready to kick him. He was interrupted by the calling of his name, he was gonna be in shit.
“Mr Iero! Step away, now!” Mr. Backman called. Frank did was he said, but soon after ran out of the lunch hall. Mikey and I looked at each other and went on a search to find him. The first place we went was the guy’s bathroom, and he obviously was in there.
“Frank, are you alright?” I questioned, I could hear him panting in one of the stalls. He didn’t answer, so we waited quietly. A little after we heard the click of the stall being unlocked, following Frank as he opened the door. Looking worried though.
“I’m going to be in so much shit. My mom is gonna hate me.” He chocked.
“Yeah, we know. But you’re okay though, right?” I asked, a worried tone in my voice as I spoke.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Actually, I’m more than fine. I’m glad that I punched that fucker right in the face. The bastard deserves it. I’m done with his shit.”
“We could tell.” Mikey mumbled, we all chuckled and stayed in there until the bell rung, signally us to get our next lesson.

Notes

Yay! A long-ish chapter for anyone who is actually reading this!
You guys deserve a long chapter. You're welcome:)
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