You're only 17... (frerard fanfic) (teacher X student) COMPLETED

Chapter 1: First day back

Frank pov:

I don't want to go to school today. Or at all. Honestly, I just want to sit alone in my room playing guitar or something, but I have to go to school.

It's senior year, I have to graduate, and then I can leave this shitty school and never come back.

I hate that I'm actually stuck going to school today, it's not even a real school day, technically my first day doesn't even start until tomorrow.

Today is just the teachers introducing themselves, showing us where our classes are and guide us to our lockers. It's 6:24 am. My bus arrives at 7, but I fully expect it to be later than usual like it always is, since they have to pick up a whole group of freshmen.

I feel bad for them, they have to suffer 4 years of this place, and somehow I managed to, but they don't deserve it.

Okay, if I'm being honest, the school isn't terrible.

It's like any other school- classes are boring, teachers either don't give a shit about what you do or they're too strict about everything, lunch periods are too short, and the students scare the living shit out of me.

I'm biased against this school since I've been bullied since day one, between being "that short emo kid" and being gay, you can only imagine how it goes everyday.

I have no friends at this school, I don't necessarily have enemies, nobody talks to me here except when they're forced to, and when they're forced to I get questioned. Questions like, "Why are you so emo?" "How do you know you're gay?" "Why do you self harm? That's an Emo kid thing," etc. Or I just get made fun of, shoved into lockers, pranked, etc. It really fucking sucks, I just wish I had a friend.

And not someone who just acknowledged me but still bullied me, I had that in all of junior high and I wanted to kill myself the whole time.

I just wish that things could be different, but they never are. Besides, it's senior year so high school is almost over, so what's the point? I'll just get through it like I do every year.

I got out of my bed, brushed my short, black, messy hair, I brushed my teeth and I stole my mom's foundation to cover up my scars.

I wear hoodies everyday anyways, but incase someone saw them, I cover it up with makeup. Also, sometimes I just can't stand the heat, and I take my hoodie off, but that is very rare.

I threw on my pierce the veil hoodie and a pair of black skinny jeans. I tied my shoelaces on my black converse sneakers that I painted a small pride flag on the back of.

I can't wait to be called an emo faggot today! It's gonna be great!

I walked into the kitchen and saw my mother standing by the door, next to some guy who I don't recognize. "Oh, hey Frank"
She started in.

I didn't really want to talk to her, so I just subtly smiled and waved. She continued the conversation with that man.

He looked like a drug dealer, he had baggy jeans that I couldn't tell if they were supposed to have holes or not, but there was a big hole on the left kneecap area. He had a white tee shirt with stains on it, and he wore a small rapper type chain. His face looked dirty and his teeth were kind of yellow, I chose to stay far away from this guy, whoever he was.

After about 10 minutes, he left. "Who was that? " I asked my mother. "A friend, it's none of your business who walks into this house and who doesn't. " She responded.

Actually it is my business, I live here too. I just shrugged my shoulders. I didn't want to fight with her again, it seems like all we do is argue.