The Sharpest Lives. (on hold.)

Introduction to Hell

"Glad to see you could join us, Mr. Iero," I hear, as I stumble into homeroom. I just slide into my usual seat at the back of the room, and stare blankly in (what I hope is) the teacher's direction. I slowly begin to doze off, when the familiar bell marking first period pulls me back to reality. I see a few students file out, lucky bastards. I have this class first period, Trigonometry, with Mr. Maxwell, (who might I add, is a complete dick.) I sigh, and slump in my seat.

Okay, so not only am I a complete outcast I'm apparently "gifted" or some shit. I got skipped up a grade in Elementary. This means I'm stuck in a class with people larger than me, and I'm small already. So, I'm the one that gets picked on. Point being, I hate high school, and the people there. Naturally, I don't participate much in class, because of this. So, I just space off in my own world.

"Mr. Iero, is there a reason you aren't paying attention?" a voice snaps, waiting for my response.

"I uh-" I stutter, only to be cut off.

"Pay attention, or you'll find yourself in detention."

I mumbled "dick" under my breath, and rest my head the surface in front of me.

As the bell sounds, I ignore Maxwell's call for me, and bolt out the door. Thank god, for second I have English, which I actually enjoy. As I walk into Mrs. Reese's room, she signals me to her. There's a kid I haven't seen around next to her.

She introduced us, "Frank, this is Mikey, he's new here. Mikey, Frank is one of my best students."

"Oh, uh, that's cool, hi, Frank," Mikey said, pushing his thick rimmed glasses up his nose.

"Hey, Mikey," I grumble.

"Mikey, why don't you sit next to Frank, I'm sure you two will get along great."

"Uh, yeah," Mikey mumbles, "sure."

I wander over to my seat, and Mikey sits next to me.

"So Frank, you look kinda young to be in high school,"

"I uh, got skipped up a level, in grade school," I explain.

He just studies me, "Cool."

"Listen, if I were you, I wouldn't let people see you around me, I'm not necessarily liked. Just a warning. Nobody talks to Frank Iero."

At first, he just seemed shocked, then he just says, "I don't care. You seem cool enough, so I guess you're stuck with me."

I clarify, "You mean, you're stuck with me." A little bit through class, Mikey hands me a note, we handed it back breifly during the period.

*Note Conversation* M-Mikey F-Frank

M- So what music you into?

F- Misfits, Black Flag, Smashing Pumpkins, that stuff..

M- Oh cool, me and my brother listen to that kinda stuff.

F- Brother?

M- Yeah, his name's Gerard, he's kinda quiet, though. Never talks much, unless it's just me. We're real close.

F- Oh cool, I don't have siblings..

M- Sometimes it's a pain, but I can't imagine not having him as a brother..

F- How old is he? Like does he go here?

M- He's a senior, and yeah, but he stayed home today.

F- Oh, well, if he's like you, I'm sure he's cool. You don't seem bad.

M- Thanks. You're cool too, and you could come over after school. He's picking me up.

F- Yeah, sure I could do that.

Shortly after, the bell rang. As we were leaving, Mikey compared his classes with mine, we have three more together. After English, we had different classes, though. Surprisingly, I didn't really want to part ways. Usually, I'm pretty much a loner, not that I'm complaining, I like being alone, sometimes. But Mikey was cool.

As I began walking to my next class, I heard some assholes behind me. I casually sped up, an action that they mimicked. "Shit." I muttered under my breath.

"Hey, fag!" they jeer, as I'm slammed into the wall, a grunting noise escaping my lips.

"What? Upset your boyfriend isn't here?" one of them sneers, in disgust.

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Well then, I guess you won't mind if I do this, then!" the guy behind me insists, and grinds his hips against my ass.

Oh god. "Get the fuck off me!" I shout, and it echoes through the empty hall around us.

I hear them whisper faintly behind me, and begin to think they might let me go. Next thing, I'm getting shoved into a locker. The door slams in front of me,  not before I hear insults directed at me, as I grow frantic.

My breathing becomes quick and sharp, as they exit the hallway, courtesy of my claustrophobia. Fuck, this blows. After about a half an hour, I hear a faint clicking, which startles me, then I fall. Onto the floor. In the hallway. I'm out, god, I'm so glad, I wouldn't be able to breathe in there if I had gotten more time to work myself up.

I look up to see who had opened their locker to see me spill out. The kid, I don't recognize him, is staring at me, in shock. Oh my god, he is the most beautiful person I've ever seen. His eyes, a light hazel, with golden specks, and raven-black hair. His skin looks so smooth, and so pale, he's almost white. It takes me a minute to realize I've been staring at him.

"I uhh-" I breathed out, then felt a thudding pain in my head. "-ow." is all I manage after that.

"Are you uhm, okay?"

"Yeaah, nothing I'm not used to.." I sigh.

"That sucks. Hey uh," he begins to help me up, "I'm Gerard."

"Frank," I mutter, and try to conceal the fact that I just felt my face flush pink, at the touch of his hand. He just ducks his head, and shyly smiles at me.

I hear someone else walking, and they stop. "Oh, Gerard, I thought you weren't coming today?" Mikey.

This  was Mikey's brother. Oh, fuck. "I uh, thought I should atleast try to come.." Gerard said quietly.

Mikey stared at us, "Well, glad you two met. Frank's coming over after school," he looks to me.

"Yeah," I sputter out, "I mean if it's cool, and all.."

"It's fine. Mikey always used to have people over, nothing new," Gerard laughed, and we decided we should go back to class, before the bell rang.

***

Lunch was okay, Gerard and Mikey sat with me. I was so embarrassed, though. A few times I stared at Gerard, and spaced out while one of them would be talking to me.

"Uh, Frank?" Gerard pulled me back when I got up to go smoke.

"Yeah?" I looked over at Mikey, who was thrashing his head around to music. Oh. "Uh," I can tell he's having second thoughts on his words. He glanced at Mikey, "Can I come, too?" he asked quickly.

"Sure," I led him back to an alley behind the school. Conviently nicknamed 'the smokers' alley', because teachers never come back here. So, you never get caught.

We each pulled out a cigarette, and slipped them between our lips. I lit mine, and he realized he was lacking his lighter at the moment.

"Fuck." he breathed out, "Can I get a light?" he asked, and leaned forward to get his started off my cherry. When he got close to me, I flinched a bit, as he gave this, seductive? look.. Oh, bloody, fucking, hell.