Changing Me Forever
Chapter One
FRANKS POV
I heard my alarm go off and groaned loudly. I really hoped that this year would be different then the past. I turned my alarm off and stumbled out of bed to my bathroom to take a shower and get ready for hell. I grabbed my uniform, a white button up shirt with a red tie and navy blue pants with a matching cardigan and black shinny shoes. After throwing on some eyeliner and cream on my new scorpion tattoo that my mom let me get for moving yet again. I grabbed my school shit and headed to the kitchen to get some coffee and head to school.
Once I got to school it didn’t take me long to figure out that this year was going to be just like every other year that I have had. As soon as I walked through the gates there were stares of whispers almost immediately.
“Who’s the new kid?”
“Is he wearing eye liner?”
“Hey look, fresh meat”
I pushed through the crowds and found my way the front office, thank god I had gotten there early.
“Why hello there!” said the overly happy office attendant
“Umm hi. I’m Frank Iero, it’s my first day and um I don’t know any of my classes.” I was trying not to act nervous but was obviously failing.
She chuckled and said “of course sweetie! Give me one moment.”
She started typing on her computer for a few moments and I looked around the office area. It was small and bland with the same three colors that I was wearing. There were two small chairs to the right of the large wrap-around desk right in front of the doors.
“Here you go dear. Your first class is through these doors and around the corner up the stairs to the left of the bathroom and across from the Janitors closet. Hurry along now the bell is about to ring and then you’ll surly be late to class.” She said giving me my schedule and a map of the school.
I thanked her and headed to the direction she had old me to go in, making sure to keep my head down and body curled up, as to not hit anyone. I hesitated before walking into my English class and stopping at the teacher’s desk.
“Hello? I’m Frank Iero, the new kid.”
“Hi Frank I’m Mr. Brown. Go ahead and take a seat anywhere you would like.”
I said thank you and went to the beck of the class and sat in the seat furthest away from the teacher. Force of habit I guess. No sooner did I sit down in my seat did the bell ring and the rest of the class start to file in. Just as the bell rung for the second time, someone just managed to get into class looking like hell.
“Nice to see you decided to join us this morning Mr. Way” Mr. Brown said irritably.
“Whatever” the kid responded with before taking a seat next to mine and closing his eyes almost immediately.
“Ok class today we are going to be starting Shakespeare” the teacher said
A chime of groans broke out amongst the class causing the teacher to give a disapproving look to everyone.
When Mr. Brown was talking about the Shakespeare mystery I felt something hit me on the side of my head. Reaching up I felt it was a spit wad. Gross!
I wiped the goop off my face and notice that the kid that walked in just in time was staring at me with the prettiest of eyes I had ever seen.
He leaned over to me whispering “Hey you’re the new kid right? Like Fred or something right?”
I shook my head “No my name is Frank” I said shortly not really intending for it to come out that way.
He looked taken aback “Oh, sorry. I’m not really myself right now”
“Hangover?”
“What!? No! No just really tired.” He said trailing off
“Dude I know what a hangover looks, feels, and smells like!”
“That obvious huh?” he asked with a small smile creeping up the edges of his mouth.
‘Damn he looked amazing like that; his long black hair brushing his shoulders, his skin looking so fair and his lips beckoning him to try them against his own. Wait did I seriously just think about kissing someone I just met? Wait he’s talking again I need to listen’ I thought completely forgetting about Shakespeare and the class altogether.
“Hey, you okay? The Way kid asked him.
“Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine sorry I tend to space out a lot.”
He chuckled a small, soft, quiet chuckled that sent butterflies through my stomach.
BING! BING! BING!
“Hey let me see your schedule” he said.
“Okay hold on” I said as I dug around in my pocket turning my head so my tattoo shown at him full force.
“Whoa dude nice tat! When did you get it!?”
“Wha- oh um about a week ago I think. Pretty sick right?” did I really just say ‘pretty sick’? What am I 5? “Well here’s my schedule.” I said handing it over before the other kid could answer the question.
He looked at it for a few moments before that stupid smirk came across his face again. “We have almost the exact same schedule. Just you have some music thing and I have art; right now actually.” He said a little enthusiastically “Well here it is the music room.” He said stopping outside of a large room with maybe 30 kids walking to their seats with their instruments and music waiting for class to begin. He hadn’t even realized that they had been walking this whole time.
‘Well I have to go. I’ll see you later frank.” He said turning to go to his class but stopped himself and said “Oh and my name is Gerard by the way.” And left
“Gerard. Gerard. Gerard.” I said letting his name roll off my tongue a few times hearing myself say it as to not forget it. I reached the front of the class to talk to the teacher and get what he needed to start class. Once he was settled in his seat he began to play some of the music he had been given on the guitar he had also been given; still repeating Gerard over and over in his head not realizing just how much that name will end up changing him in the coming months.
I heard my alarm go off and groaned loudly. I really hoped that this year would be different then the past. I turned my alarm off and stumbled out of bed to my bathroom to take a shower and get ready for hell. I grabbed my uniform, a white button up shirt with a red tie and navy blue pants with a matching cardigan and black shinny shoes. After throwing on some eyeliner and cream on my new scorpion tattoo that my mom let me get for moving yet again. I grabbed my school shit and headed to the kitchen to get some coffee and head to school.
Once I got to school it didn’t take me long to figure out that this year was going to be just like every other year that I have had. As soon as I walked through the gates there were stares of whispers almost immediately.
“Who’s the new kid?”
“Is he wearing eye liner?”
“Hey look, fresh meat”
I pushed through the crowds and found my way the front office, thank god I had gotten there early.
“Why hello there!” said the overly happy office attendant
“Umm hi. I’m Frank Iero, it’s my first day and um I don’t know any of my classes.” I was trying not to act nervous but was obviously failing.
She chuckled and said “of course sweetie! Give me one moment.”
She started typing on her computer for a few moments and I looked around the office area. It was small and bland with the same three colors that I was wearing. There were two small chairs to the right of the large wrap-around desk right in front of the doors.
“Here you go dear. Your first class is through these doors and around the corner up the stairs to the left of the bathroom and across from the Janitors closet. Hurry along now the bell is about to ring and then you’ll surly be late to class.” She said giving me my schedule and a map of the school.
I thanked her and headed to the direction she had old me to go in, making sure to keep my head down and body curled up, as to not hit anyone. I hesitated before walking into my English class and stopping at the teacher’s desk.
“Hello? I’m Frank Iero, the new kid.”
“Hi Frank I’m Mr. Brown. Go ahead and take a seat anywhere you would like.”
I said thank you and went to the beck of the class and sat in the seat furthest away from the teacher. Force of habit I guess. No sooner did I sit down in my seat did the bell ring and the rest of the class start to file in. Just as the bell rung for the second time, someone just managed to get into class looking like hell.
“Nice to see you decided to join us this morning Mr. Way” Mr. Brown said irritably.
“Whatever” the kid responded with before taking a seat next to mine and closing his eyes almost immediately.
“Ok class today we are going to be starting Shakespeare” the teacher said
A chime of groans broke out amongst the class causing the teacher to give a disapproving look to everyone.
When Mr. Brown was talking about the Shakespeare mystery I felt something hit me on the side of my head. Reaching up I felt it was a spit wad. Gross!
I wiped the goop off my face and notice that the kid that walked in just in time was staring at me with the prettiest of eyes I had ever seen.
He leaned over to me whispering “Hey you’re the new kid right? Like Fred or something right?”
I shook my head “No my name is Frank” I said shortly not really intending for it to come out that way.
He looked taken aback “Oh, sorry. I’m not really myself right now”
“Hangover?”
“What!? No! No just really tired.” He said trailing off
“Dude I know what a hangover looks, feels, and smells like!”
“That obvious huh?” he asked with a small smile creeping up the edges of his mouth.
‘Damn he looked amazing like that; his long black hair brushing his shoulders, his skin looking so fair and his lips beckoning him to try them against his own. Wait did I seriously just think about kissing someone I just met? Wait he’s talking again I need to listen’ I thought completely forgetting about Shakespeare and the class altogether.
“Hey, you okay? The Way kid asked him.
“Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine sorry I tend to space out a lot.”
He chuckled a small, soft, quiet chuckled that sent butterflies through my stomach.
BING! BING! BING!
“Hey let me see your schedule” he said.
“Okay hold on” I said as I dug around in my pocket turning my head so my tattoo shown at him full force.
“Whoa dude nice tat! When did you get it!?”
“Wha- oh um about a week ago I think. Pretty sick right?” did I really just say ‘pretty sick’? What am I 5? “Well here’s my schedule.” I said handing it over before the other kid could answer the question.
He looked at it for a few moments before that stupid smirk came across his face again. “We have almost the exact same schedule. Just you have some music thing and I have art; right now actually.” He said a little enthusiastically “Well here it is the music room.” He said stopping outside of a large room with maybe 30 kids walking to their seats with their instruments and music waiting for class to begin. He hadn’t even realized that they had been walking this whole time.
‘Well I have to go. I’ll see you later frank.” He said turning to go to his class but stopped himself and said “Oh and my name is Gerard by the way.” And left
“Gerard. Gerard. Gerard.” I said letting his name roll off my tongue a few times hearing myself say it as to not forget it. I reached the front of the class to talk to the teacher and get what he needed to start class. Once he was settled in his seat he began to play some of the music he had been given on the guitar he had also been given; still repeating Gerard over and over in his head not realizing just how much that name will end up changing him in the coming months.
Notes
This is my first fanfic or story for that matter so feedback if grealy appreciated!!-goldie
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2/15/16