Bulletproof Heart (Teacher/Student Frerard)

Dead!

A/N: no, the title of this chapter does not mean what you probably think it means. enjoy

thanks for 2k!!!!!

homophobia tw, suicide mention tw, blood tw

Frank's POV

"Iero, is that eyeliner?" I threw my McDonald's bag in the trash, trying to make it to class before the tardy bell rang.

"Leave me alone, Ronnie." Today is not the fucking day.

Ronnie walked beside me, catching up with my brisk pace.

"You look like a fucking faggot. I heard you're a faggot." I gritted my teeth, walking into Mr. Way's room. Mr. Way, sadly, wasn't there.

"Why do you wanna know? You lookin' for a hookup?" Ronnie looked disgusted. I walked over to the stack of sketchbooks on the counter, picking up my own and tucking it under my arm.

"I knew it. You're going to hell, you know that? Straight to hell." I saw the flicker of the SMARTboard turn on, and I assumed Mr. Way was in the room.

I ignored Ronnie, looking in my bag for a pen. He pushed me from behind, making me drop my bag. A couple of students chuckled.

"That's enough." Mr. Way spoke up, finally. The bell still hadn't rung, and everyone was conversing.

"No wonder Daddy shot himself and Mommy's a drunkard, you're a fucking train wreck." Ronnie spoke loudly, and people's heads turned.

I heard the crack of Ronnie's nose before I knew what I did. I looked up from my bloody hand at Ronnie, who was cupping his nose with his hand, blood oozing from between his fingers. His eyes were wide.

Mr. Way helped Ronnie not choke on his own blood by keeping his head in a certain position. It kind of annoyed me that he was momentarily touching another student, but I kept that to myself.

Mr. Way told a student to take him to the nurse. He turned to me.

"Walk with me." Mr. Way walked out of the classroom, and I followed him into the hallway. He told Mr. Silver to cover for his class, and we walked.

"Please don't call my mom. She's going to kill me. Like, literally." I kept my eyes glued to the floor.

"You're a legal adult. I think you'll get around it. By the way, you have detention."

"Of course I do. I get detention and he doesn't?"

"You broke his fu... You broke his nose. That's not okay. You hurt one of my students." Mr. Way turned right, holding the door open to the main office.

"So you're the other half to that bloody mess." Mrs. McKinley, the nurse, said, leading me to her office. I heard Mr. Way behind me. He sat in a chair in the corner, legs crossed.

"I'm sorry, but why are you still here?" I asked, and he sighed.

"I have to be here to supervise you. Now you and the rest of my class are learning nothing. Oh, and here." He tossed the skeleton gloves to me, and I put them in my back pocket.

I was told to wash my hands to get the (now dried) blood off.

"Frank, we tried calling your parents, and your dad's phone went to voicemail and so did your mom's." Ms. Jardine walked in.

"My dad is dead, my mom is drunk. That's kind of why I'm here in the first place." I snapped.

"I'm sorry. Can you try calling her on your phone?" I chuckled.

"Listen, Ms. Jardine. I appreciate you trying to, you know, follow the rules and all, but my mom told me that when I turned 18, she was done taking care of me. So, yeah."

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I sat down in a desk, stopping Mr. Way from talking before he could open his mouth. "Don't bring it up."

"I wasn't gonna bring it up." He replied quickly, scribbling on a sheet of paper before sliding it towards me.

If your mom is gonna kick you out or whatever, you can stay at my place. I can help you get on your feet. Or you could just stay and pay rent, idk.

"Are you planning on finishing high school? Now that your mom is.. yeah?" I shrugged.

"If I drop out, I'd have more time to work. Do they have online classes for high school?" Mr. Way nodded.

"I have the applications. It'd be easier for you to balance school and work that way, anyway." Mr. Way rummaged in a drawer, pulling out some papers and a pen.

"Just fill this out, I'll give it to Craine."

After I filled out the form, I handed it back to Mr. Way.

"Stay here." Mr. Way stood up, coffee in hand, and walked out of the classroom.

After a few minutes, I felt someone's presence behind me. Mr. Silver sat down beside me.

"Sorry about your dad." He said quietly.

"I don't want to talk about it." I said instinctively, tapping my fingers on the desk.

"You don't have to. I apologise for the things I said about you being a bad kid." I nodded, and Mr. Silver patted my shoulder, standing and leaving.

Mr. Way walked in, handing me a paper that had all the information about the online courses. He started wiping down the board.

"You threw a good punch." He said after he finished, sitting back in his chair, and I chuckled. "But I know what you mean about the whole anger thing. From what I've been told, you've been on edge all day." I shrugged.

"My mom was being a bitch this morning-"

"Language."

"Yeah, whatever. But she made it obvious that she didn't want me in the house anymore, and she said she'll be packing my shit-"

"Language."

"God, can I fucking finish?" I snapped, and Mr. Way's eyebrows raised. "Sorry, I-"

"It's fine, keep talking, I won't interrupt you." I felt like I scared him. God, I scared an adult. Well, I am an adult, but I scared one that was 4 years older than me. I sighed, shaking my head.

"Can I just go home? N-not home, but you know. Can I leave, is what I'm asking." Mr. Way nodded, looking down at his papers.

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Gerard's POV

"I assumed that you'd be down here." Frank's voice echoed through the basement, and I continued my drawing. I coughed into my sleeve.

"Mmhm."

"Whoa, are you sick?" I shrugged.

"Just some allergies. I'm fine." Frank's calloused hands patted my face.

"Gee, you have a fever." I shrugged again.

"Okay, you need to stop ignoring me. I'm just trying to help." I set my pencil down, leaning back in my chair.

"You're not going to work tomorrow."

"I have a job. And students. That's sorta how I make money. I haven't missed a day."

"Well you're missing one now. Come on, you gotta eat something, you're shaking." I sighed, standing up.

"You're gonna be taking care of me all day tomorrow, aren't you." I said it as more of a statement, not a question.

"Yes."

A/N: get ready for a lil bit of fluff. congrats, you know what happened to frank's dad. he's gonna explain more. this chapter is also a filler, i have something bigger planned, and i need some things to build up to it. also, wow, thanks for 2k ! i never thought it'd get this far. i love you guys!