We Came to Fuck || gerard

Chapter Two

A/N: I didn't really expect anyone to like this story, but if you do, pleaseeeeee tell your emo friends about it (:

Chapter Two; Frank Lero?

•Phoenix•

I roamed the halls and eavesdropped on the conversations from squealing girls. They were everything but interesting so I continued until I came across a bulletin board of 'Bright Students'.

I scanned the board but one caught my eye,

It read 'Frank Lero'.

"Frank Lero? What kind of fucking name...." I shook my head. I turned around only to have a guy who looked about my age to be looking at me, glaring daggers into my soul it seemed.

I let out a scream and covered my chest, letting out a heavy breath. I stood up but before I could open my mouth and talk, he beat me to it.

"It's Frank EYE-EAR-OH." He folded his arms and that's when I got the chance to look at him. Black hair with the sides shaved and dyed blonde, tattoos, piercing.

Eh, he's alright.

"Well," I replied sarcastically, "the board here says Frank Lero." I smiled, watching his face go from me to the board.

His face softened and I watched as he looked at me apologetically.

"Ahh, I'm sorry about that. I hate this school. I'm sorry, it's just so frustrating when people can't get my name right. Are we cool." He smiled sheepishly, holding out his hand.

I reluctantly shook it, and e didn't pull away.

"Why so hesitant?" He furrowed his eyebrows as we began to walk down the hall. I didn't know whether or not I should tell him about Gerard, they could be friends and that's something I'm not willing to risk. At all. But since I so the opposite of what I think is right, I told him.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that my roommate, some asshole named Gerard, motioned for me to shake his hand and when I was about to he pulled it away." I huffed.

It's not that I didn't get the joke or like it. It's just that I think stuff like that is fucking annoying. Like please act your age sometimes. I was always more mature when I was little, and it made everyone mad when I told them off for being stupid little kids like kicking down a tower of blocks my old friend Blaine made when we were 6.

I watched Frank's expression turn into a childish one, "Gerard Way?" He raised an eyebrow, giggling a bit.

I nodded slowly, not getting where he was going. He had a giggling fit and had to hold onto me for support,

"That's my best friend!" He wiped a year from his eye once he was calm.

"That asshole is your friend?" My eyes widened. I honestly couldn't believe someone as adorable as Frank could be friends with that devil thing.

"Yes." Gerard walked up, making my eyes widen even more than humanly possible. How much of that did he hear? And why was he so smug about it?

I watched as Gerard grabbed Frank and kissed him roughly, and I felt my hopes crash and burn into nothing. Frank kissed back and I slowly turned to walk away before breaking out into a run.

This is not what I expected when I fucking came here. I expected to at least be able to not it instead of finding out some cute guys are probably gay and in a relationship with each other.

Unless it's skinny love or some shit. Who knows?

Not me. And I don't really care.

I went back to the dorm and began unpacking, trying to get everything together before class starts tomorrow. I really don't want to drag this whole unpacking thing into tomorrow when I could be enjoying the rest of my day.

-Time Lapse-

Packing was a bitch, and Gerard and his friends came in when I was halfway finished, and literally trashed the room.

So I was sat here, cleaning up the empty pizza boxes and beer cans while they went out to do God knows what. My first day here and I hate everyone I've come in contact with.

Except Ray. He seems nice. He helped clean up until they dragged him away, and promised to make it up to me, which I actually believe. He doesn't seem like the other demons.

Mikey's okay, too. He didn't really throw the beer cans on the floor, but he really didn't do anything about it. He just a left when they said it was time to. So he's okay.

Bob, Frank, and Gerard are now on my hit list. And I will do everything in my power to get revenge.

I didn't even care to mention that they dumped water on me while I was putting my clothes away, so all of my band shirts are soaked and I have to dress like an actual person tomorrow.

I sighed and plopped down onto my bed, pulling out my phone to check on the latest news for anything that had to do with bands. If there's anything I didn't want, it was to be friendless on my first day of college.

I'm actually surprised that basically everyone knew each other. I wouldn't expect that for freshmen.

"I'M BACK!" Gerard burst in, he was all giggly and trippy.

He was drunk. Great.

I watched as he smirked at me before attempting to walk over to my side of the room. He stumbled and almost tripped before throwing himself on top of me.

I tried to push him off but he wouldn't budge, and I could smell his cheap ass cologne. His breath tickled my face and reeked of alcohol.

I pulled a face and tried to push him once again.

"Not so fast, Princess." He smirked, leaning closer. That's when I used all the strength I had to shove him off. That's practically sexual harassment. I gave him no consent to talk to me like that.

I could report him but I'm not. I simply helped him in his bed before turning the light off and getting in mine.

This was probably the worst day of my life.

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