The World Never Wanted Me •Frerard•

One: I Love All The Poison

This story is mostly, if not completely, going to be in Gerard's P.O.V.

That's all I wanted to say.

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Post-Prologue/Information:

Frank's mother began homeschooling him after that, trying to prevent any contact between Frank and Gerard. Gerard was confused at first, then sad, then after a few years, he completely forgot about his childhood friend.

Chapter One

I sat in my bed, considering wether or not I should move. My alarm had long since gone off (and was promptly thrown at the wall), and I had received many shouts emanating from upstairs, telling me that I was going to miss school at this rate.

"Fuck that," I groaned, too lazy to move from the warm cocoon that was my duvet.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but was rudely interrupted by none other than Mikey.

"Hey, fucko, get up," he said casually as he waltzed into my room, immaculately dressed in his school uniform.

"Why?" I said in a dull tone.

"Because it's time for school, dumbass."

"So?"

"So, education is important."

I laughed and lifted the sheets to reveal my fleece, batman pajamas.

Mikey snickered and I simply flipped him off.

"I'll be up in a minute," I sighed. Mikey nodded and began climbing the stairs to the basement door, then exited, closing it behind him.

I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My hair was so dirty, that it would take about thirty rounds of shampoo to make it look remotely acceptable. Oh well.

I reluctantly dressed in the school uniforms that was required at Belleville High and smudged some eyeliner around my eyes. I then grabbed my bag which contained everything from comics and sketch pads, to vodka and cigarettes.

I ran up stairs to retrieve a granola bar before meeting an impatient-looking Mikey at the door.

We walked in silence as I hate the gross bar of oats and honey for a few blocks before coming across the hideous beige building that was Belleville High.

I sighed and hiked up the strap of my bag before entering the bland cube of a high school. The hallway was packed with students wearing outfits identical to mine.

I saw a tall, brunette boy making out with his blonde girlfriend as I made my way to my locker.

"Gross," I thought. I had never been one for relationships. I had been single all my life and intended to keep it that way. Relationships were the reason my friends were always complaining and stressing. If that was love, then I didn't want it. Not that I needed to worry about falling in love here. Everyone either hated me or ignored me, except for a few people whom I considered my friends.

Bob, Ray, Pete, Patrick, Brendon, Ryan and I; the Emo crew (or that's what I called us). Bob could be a little rude, Pete a little pretentious, and Brendon a little sexual, but they were still cool. I'd known most of them since Junior High, so we were pretty close.

I soon got to my locker and opened it to reveal a few comics and a pack of cigs. I suddenly remembered that I had a pack in my bag and made my way to the bathroom to bum a smoke. First period was gym and I had decided long ago that it wasn't worth my time.

I locked myself in a stall and lit the cancer stick. When I was little, I hated when people smoked. I thought they were going to die as soon as the nicotine reached their lungs. I'd long since decided that it didn't matter. I was going to die anyway, so why not speed up the process?

I put it to my lips and drew in the flavorful substance. I exhaled and grabbed my sketchbook from my bag, pushing aside the vodka and comics. I pondered for a bit and began drawing.

The drawing was supposed to be funny, but it ended up being kind of sad. It depicted my younger self scolding me for fucking up my life, and my present self shrugging it off and taking a swig of whatever the hell I wanted.

I looked at the finished piece just as the bell rang, signaling second period. I sighed and flushed the remainder of the cig, slowly making my way to math.

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The first half of the day went by in a blur of angry teachers and snickering classmates. Finally, I made my way to lunch to greet my friends. So far, Ray was the only one seated at what I called "the Emo Table."

"Hey Toro," I said to Ray who lifted his head from where it had been resting on his arms. He looked extremely tired. He probably played guitar all night or some shit.

"What?" He said, removing a small white earbud that had been hidden by his massive Afro.

"I just said 'Hi,'" I said. He nodded and greeted me with a grunt.

"Very enthusiastic," commented Bob who was setting his disgusting lunch across from me and Ray at the table.

Ray scowled and returned to his music while Bob made a rude comment about his hair. I sniggered and turned to see everyone else sit down with us at the Emo Table. Patrick and Pete sat together as per usual. Pretty much the entire school thought they had a thing. The same situation was represented with Brendon and Ryan, who had constant eye-sex when others were trying to eat.

Brendon suddenly turned to me.

"So, you going to the nightclub with us tonight?" He inquired in his goofy voice.

I shrugged,"I don't know, social gatherings aren't exactly my forte."

"Please," Ryan pleaded.

"Come one, Way, it'll be rad!" Said Bob. I sighed and nodded.

"I guess. Where is it?"

"That one place on the square. It's the only place that doesn't really give a fuck about your age," Pete said, suddenly joining the conversation.

"Okay, yeah. I'll be there," I said. Even though I didn't enjoy loud, crowded places, the alternative was sitting alone in my room.

"Who knows?" I thought. "Maybe I'll meet my true love." I snickered at the thought of true love. I didn't believe in it, and no random dude from a Nightclub was going to change my views on the matter. I loved my family, and I loved my friends, but true love didn't happen. It was simply pheromones and lust. Plus, what would I do in a relationship? I'd never had one and I certainly wasn't going to break my record anytime soon.

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Or will you heh heh.

Sorry about the shortness, next one will be longer. Hopefully.

HP