Maybe, you're gonna be the one to save me.

-Gerard's pov-
They took Frank to the nurses office, the whole class thick with silence. James laughed when Mr green left the room, Frank said that public school was bad. I looked over at James, I could cut the tension with a knife. 'What are you staring at,' James began to walk towards me cracking his knuckles in the process, 'you sad that I hurt your little boyfriend.' By this time my anger had enveloped me. James got closer, I wish I could wipe that smug grin off of his fucking face. 'Why don't you do something about it.'
Do something about it...
Do something about it.
Just hit him.
I turned in my chair. 'Do something?' I said, my voice shaking with anger and fear, I can't get kicked out of another school. My balled fists now trembling, James stood with his arms crossed. My brain like a switchblade, turning from complacent to aggressive in a matter of seconds. I sent my fist into his jaw, I heard a crack. James stared at me, clearly dumbfounded. 'Was that enough of something?' I said sarcastically. I had been in the school for barely 2 hours and I've already punched someone. I picked up my bag and swung it over my shoulder, taking Frank's belongings also. 'go to hell!' James screamed, his voice unclear now. I laughed whilst leaving the room, 'see you there.'
This was one of the worst schools I have been to... and it's a fucking private catholic school. I had been to most of the schools in Jersey, the only one left was the prison education program. I'm sure as hell not going there, I wouldn't last a second. I gotta sort out my damn temper. I followed the signs to the nurses room scraping my feet along the floor. I took the time to flip through Frank's sketchbook, I couldn't help myself. Most of the drawings were done in ballpoint pen, mainly in black and red. I smiled at the many images of dogs, zombies, vampires and the members of the misfits. All incredibly buff... I giggled as there was a small self portrait type thing in the corner. Frank holding a guitar in the air with 'the cellabration' written under it. That is not how you spell celebration... What a gem. He had taped a few photos onto some of the pages, a photo of him and an older man, Frank making a peace sign in the air. The photo was re-drawn underneath The word 'Nonno' scrawled under it. Nonno is Italian for grandfather? (I don't know, I suck at Italian)
I arrived at the nurses office, I closed the sketchbook and knocked on the door softly. Mr Green opened the door, he smiled at me 'Gerard,' he said, 'are you here to see frank?' I nodded slightly. Mr Green moved from the door, 'welcome to the school,' he laughed trying to lighten the situation. I giggled, 'thank you.' I walked over to the small cubical. Almost too scared to enter.

Notes

I hope this makes up for the last chapter's shortness.