The Sharpest Lives. (on hold.)

Pansy

As his cigarette lit, he took a long drag from it, releasing the smoke into my face. It was weird, the way he did it, you would think smokers are fucking sexy. He just had this look in his eyes..

"Thanks, Frankie," he coughs, "I really needed a smoke today.."

"Yeah, uh, if you ever wanna smoke back here, just tell me, I'd be more than happy to skip class for it."

Out of nowhere, Mikey pops his head up, from around the corner, naturally scaring the shit out of me. But not Gerard, he doesn't even flinch, he just calmly took another drag from his cancer-stick.

"What're you guys doing back here?" Mikey asks.

"Jus' smoking, Mikes," Gerard exhales, "Thought you wouldn't wanna come, you don't like the second-hand.."

"Well, you could've told me where, at least," Mikey laughs, "I spent a few minutes finding this place."

"Sorry," Gerard says, as he drops his cigarette butt, and boots it,"Frank?"

"Hm?"

"The bell rang, you coming?" Mikey tilts his head, pushing his glasses up, when the begin to fall.

"Yeah," I say, and drop my fag, not bothering to step on it.

Mikey waved off Gerard, and we walked to our next class, which was gym. We both grumbled at the thought, and shuffled towards our lockers, which were next to each other. Bonus. We walked out into the gym after dressing down, and saw Coach Russel scolding some girl for wearing jeans under her gym clothes.

"He seems like a dick." Mikey whispers.

"He is one."

Russel threw a dodgeball at me, and my reflexes actually didn't fail to catch it. Mikey glanced at me.

"Hmph! You're not completely incompetent, anymore, Iero!" Russel shouts from across the floor.

"Thanks.." I mutter, sarcastically, and walk to the bleachers.

Two jocks walked over to us, before class began, and pushed Mikey aside, gaining a squeal from him. "Iero, when are you gonna learn that girls are the ones that wear makeup?" one of them insists.

"Fuck off."

"Aww, Iero, you should know by now not to try and act tough. Trying to impress your boyfriend?" the other said, pointing back to Mikey, who raised his eyebrow.

"He's not my fucking boyfriend, now get off!" I shove him. Fuck. That wasn't a good idea.

One grabbed Mikey after that, holding him to watch the other crumble my nose with his fist. "Heheh, you really should just lose the makeup, Iero. It's not hard." and with that they walk off.

I stumble over to Russel, and he tells Mikey to take me up to the front office, to get it looked at, not forgetting to add 'Pansy' as I walked away. When Mikey and I walked out of the locker room we saw Gerard standing by the door.

"How'd you get there, Gee?" Mikey whined, "Frank got hurt!"

"Skipped, I had that period with you guys, and how?" he replied. I showed him my nose by Mikey's instruction. Gerard seemed off-put, and worried when he saw the blood that had dripped onto my hands.

"You should've been there, you could've helped Frank. They held me back!" Mikey complained.

"Sorry, and you wanna just ditch the rest of the day, with me then?" He asked us.

"You came to school, for two periods?" Mikey began, "What's the point in that?"

"Hey, 're you coming or not?"

Mikey and I both looked at each other, and shrugged. "Fine," I say, "But, we need to be careful so teachers don't see us." I recieve a nod from both Gerard and Mikey.

We snuck our way over to Gerard's car, and got in. "Maybe we should take you to the hospital, first, Frankie..?" Gerard says, after a minute to think.

"No. No hospitals."

"You sure Fra-" he looks into his rearview mirror, and stops when he catches my glare. "Sorry, I'll just fix you up at our house.."

Gerard started driving, while Mikey put in headphones, and started headbanging, again. I began looking out the window blankly, for the rest of the ride.