Tell Me Im an Angel (frerard)

tough beginings

I sat in the middle row of my history class and watched the clock. My name is Frank Iero and don't get me wrong, I'm not looking at the clock because I hate history. I'm looking at it because I'm scared to leave the room. I get good grades so I don't really have to worry about not listening to the teacher beacuse I always do perfect on my classwork, homework, and tests. However, I'm stressing out about because, due to my good grades and relatively quiet and venerable personality, I get bullied quite a lot.

As soon as that bell rings I have to leave. That starts the free period in which I have to find a place to hide before any of my tormenters find me.

As of now I have exactly 26 seconds before I must face the world outside the classroom. 20...19...18...17... Maybe I could hide in the bathroom stalls... No bad idea, remember what happened last time? 14...13...12...11... How about the janitors closet! No, he always locks it when he leaves and its to far from the classroom to make it in time. 9...8...7...6... The cafeteria? The gym? Think Frank think!!! 3...2...RING!!! Too late. I'll have to think of something on the spot.

I emerged from the classroom with a bunch of other students so I wouldn't stand out as much. I slowly shuffled over to my locker and put my books away quickly while thinking of a hiding spot where I could wait for my next class to begin. Just when I was about finished, I heard the voice of Brent, my school bully. I was to afraid that if I moved, he was would notice me so I stayed behind my locker door in an attempt to hide my face. From the sound of it, it seemed that he hadn't noticed me yet and was too busy tormenting some other poor kid. Out of curiosity, I looked through the small gap in between the locker and the locker door where the hindges where to see who the poor teen was. To my surprise, it was none other than Gerard Way.

Gerard is almost the exact opposite of me. He is popular (somewhat), good looking, fit, and from what I heard is a great kisser. He's also got a really punk/cocky/laid back attitude. For a while I was really confused as to why he was getting bullied. He seemed like the type of guy that would fit in better with the bullies than the bullied but with time I began to realise that the treatment he got from Brent was more like an inside joke than an actual hate for each other.
One moment the two would be talking about hot girls and joking around with each other and the next minute Brent would shove Gerard into a wall. That's just how their weird relationship went I guess.

Just after I looked to see Gerard, my luck ran out. "Hey frankster", he said, " I couldn't find you all day today! Were you hiding from me?" He made his way over to my locker while basicly dragging Gerard along behind him. "Do you actualy care?" I questioned. He smiled and said "nope", just before kicking me hard in the stomach and sending me to the back of my locker. Brent thought for a second, then pushed Gerard in with me and slammed the door shut, locking it and walking away with a couple of his jock friends.

My locker just so happened to be one of the bigger ones that could coincidentally fit one person and some books. Not two. Luckily most of my books were in my backpack next to my locker which left us with a bit more space. Even so, we were so crammed together that there was barely enough room for my many thoughts.

For a moment neither one of us said anything. Only after the sound of Brent and his possy began to dissipate, did the silence get broken. Gerard spoke."Have any ideas on how to get out?" "Not really", I replied choking on my words. Im not going to lie. Even though Gerard was an ass to some people he could be a really nice guy not to mention the fact that he was sort of hot. Did i mention that im gay? I thought not. "You okay", he asked. "Yeah I think so, it's just a little bit cramped in here." "Arent you that awkward kid my english class?" He asked. "Yeah, some people might consider me that", I replied. " Well it looks like we might be in here awhile so we should get to know each other a little bit. My names Gerard." "Uh... Hi Gerard", I said, " I'm Frank." " Why do you sound so nervous?" He asked. "I don't bite...usually."

I just offered a forced laugh and stood I'm my awkward position. "Hold on", I said. " I'm going to try to get to the locker door to see if there is any way to open it from the inside." He just nodded in reply. We both squirmed around to switch spots which was extremely difficult. We quickly realized that we wernt going to be able to squeeze past each other in the confined space, so one of us was going to have to duck down while the other one stood above in order to switch spots. Since I was the shorter of us two, I had to duck down. Somewhere in the lowlight mixup, we both ended up facing each other with me in a strange position on the cold metal floor and him standing with his back pressed against the end of the locker. I scrambled to get up but, me being clumsy me, I tripped on my own foot and slammed myself into Gerard. Luckily, my hands stopped me from hurting him but I had successfully pinned him back with my hands on either side of him. As an added bonus, I had my chest pressed up against him with my face about an inch away from his. I was so horrified I couldn't move. " If you wanted to make out, you could have just asked", he said seductively, then started laughing. " Yeah whatever. I just tripped okay so why don't you make yourself useful and help me get this door open", I said while removing myself from him. " fine fine", he said while still laughing a little.

We were let out a while later when a hall monitor walked by and heard us banging on the locker door. I told him my locker code and he let us out. "Now I have to change my combination", I stated. " You'll get over it", Gerard said. " I've got to get to class...'wait!'", he interrupted. "What", I replied. "What's your phone number." "Why do you need that?" "Because we've been trapped in a locker for about and hour and I believe that qualifies us as friends soooo..." "Fine. Ok." I gave him my number by writing it on his arm with a pen since neither one of us had our phones.

Later that night, I couldn't stop thinking about the day. Correction, I couldn't stop thinking about Gerard. I always had a small crush on him but I just blocked it out of my mind because I never thought that I would get to talk to him. I never thought I would want to. But now I did and I can't help but wonder if I said the right things. "What am I thinking? I sound like a 13 year old girl obsessing over a guy she likes!" I had a hard time sleeping that night (at least more than usual). I already had sleep insomnia and the added drama of today wasn't helping. I always slept better with music so I put in my ear buds and turned Misfits on to a low setting. I steadily drifted from sleep to awake all through the night.

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A/n
First off. Yes I know the grammer is probably terrible. This is just a pilot chapter to see if this story is even good enough to continue. If you enjoyed it then comment or whatever... Or don't, idk. Hope you enjoyed and if you have any helpful tips or ideas for the story, they are appreciated. So yeah :)

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