Scammed

Fuck Yeah

A/N: I was going to pass on this another time, but I'm tired af right now and have a homework to beg from the others to copy, so if there are any typos or mistakes, just... idk... pretend it's not there I guess.

It's a chapter worth two chapters and a lot is happening. Idk if I fucked it up, but if I did I'm sorry, just tell me what to change to make it better and I'll do.

Enjoy :)

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Frank didn't have a shift Monday, so he went straight home after school. Here, it isn't like the pizzeria he was working at. Dallon didn't give him a shift every single fucking day of the week like Alex did at the other place. Frank liked this way better. He can at least relax for some days and get his shit together.

When Frank got home, Gerard wasn't on the couch watching TV like he always does. Well, he wasn't in the living room in general. Frank was thankful though. He had some calls to make and he really doesn't want Gerard there. He has already embarrassed himself in front of the guy the other day when he was crying his eyes out. Frank doesn't need him seeing him pleading to the college administrators to give him more time for the money.

Gerard did make Frank feel better the other day. He doesn't know if it was the hug, the fact that someone was there for him or when he hung up on his parents when Frank didn't have the courage to and was taking all their shit. Frank needed the comfort Gerard gave him. He wished that Gerard would stay forever. The same Gerard who was holding him in his arms while he was crying his eyes out. He really likes that Gerard, even more than he thinks.

Anyway, Frank took out his phone, searched for the administration number and clicked on call. After a few rings, they picked it up with a "Columbia University, how may I help you?"

"Hi! I'm calling for my pay. I have some questions," Frank said as he started to bite his nails.

"May I have your name, please," the woman from the other side said.

"Frank Anthony Iero Jr.," Frank said as slow as he could.

He heard some keyboard clicking from the other side and the woman asked, "All alright, how may I help you?"

"I was wondering if I can give some part of the money now and then the other part some time during the semester," Frank said.

"For next year?" The woman asked.

"No, this semester," Frank answered, impatient to get an answer.

"This semester is already paid. The next one as well," she said, her voice getting annoyed.

"No, there must be some mistake," Frank blinked, "you're probably in someone else's account. I didn't pay for this semester."

"Frank Anthony Iero Jr. Born on the 31st October. Parents, Frank and Linda Iero. That you?"

"Yes," Frank said starting to get even more confused. There's no way his parents paid for this semester. They said it themselves. And after Gerard's outburst at them, which Frank didn't mind at all, has surely made them even madder. "Can I know where the money was transferred from? The bank account name, I mean."

"It was transferred from Gerard Way's account," she said. Frank's mouth dropped open. There's no way. Why would Gerard pay for his college? The only person the guy cares about is himself, so why spend so much money on him? I mean, that's a lot of money. Frank didn't even have the 1/4 of it.

"Are you sure about it?" He asked, still not believing this ears.

"Look, kid, I'm not dyslexic, neither blind, so if you don't have any further questions, I'm gonna hang up the phone," she said, not hiding the annoyance in her voice.