𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ✧ (𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝) [on hold]

✧ Chapter 3 : The Blonde and the Bully ✧

Gerard's POV :

The week went really well; I proved myself to be a very serious and excellent student. Despite my lateness due to my coma, some already called me top of the class. Well, more than catching up, I had taken a little advance on the programs during summer break.

I was surely even more popular than I used to be. People were curious about what being in a coma felt like. It was like I had come back from the dead, and I had the key to tell them what afterlife was like.

Truth was, I didn't really remember my coma at all. But that wasn't what people wanted to hear, so I just told them it felt like I was floating in the emptiness, out of space and time, looking for a way out - in a nutshell, people's preconceived idea of a coma.

Perhaps I did live that. I simply don't remember it, I thought.

All my friends wouldn't stop telling me how glad they were to see that I was 'back to normal'. I wasn't sure what they meant by that, but I guessed it was their way of telling me it was good to have me back on track, sharp and healthy.

So far, I had managed to avoid Frank Iero, the short-tempered, short punk, through the entire week - miraculously if I may add. We had a lot of classes in common. He was the last person I wanted to see since what happened on the first day of school.

But of course, karma decided to put him in my way on a Friday afternoon. I was leaving chemistry with one of my best friends Ray, when we saw Frank - who was apparently waiting for me - leaning on the wall next to the door, arms folded.

Boy, that kid needs to relax, he always seems so tense and angry... Not to mention creepy.

Ray seemed to be very intimidated by Frank and what he was capable of because he stuttered out an apology and left as soon as he saw the punk. Frank let him pass so apart from a few leaving students, we were alone in the hallway.

The facilities were quite wide for a small number of students, so it wasn't so rare to find deserted hallways and classrooms, especially in the evening.

I intended to ignore the punk and walk past him, and that was exactly what I did until I heard him talk.

"Well, well, look who we got here. My old friend, little Gee Way..." he jeered.

I stopped dead in my tracks. I shouldn't have, I know... But I was not going to let myself get bullied; I didn't do anything to deserve that.

Unless I didn't put an end to that attitude quickly, it would never stop, and that year was too important for me. I'm not gonna let some punkhead ruin my last year in high school, I thought as my teeth clenched a little.

I turned around to face Frank. "Talking to someone, Iero? Oh right, no, that was rhetorical... Because you don't have any friend to laugh and bully me with, do you?" I chuckled.

To my surprise, Frank didn't get mad, he didn't yell, throw a fit or a punch. No, he laughed. Humorlessly, yes, but he laughed all the same.

"You've always been so snarky; I love that about you. But look at yourself. You totally don't look like a total idiot at all with that fancy white button up shirt of yours and that blonde hair." he mocked.

I raised an eyebrow and took a few steps towards him. I folded my arms. "You want to talk about fashion, punk? Really? You look like a scarecrow and a zombie's love child." I sneered at him.

"You think you're so much better than everyone, especially me. And see what you've become. A sheep, a teacher's pet." he growled which succeeded in scaring me a little.