Bulletproof Heart (Teacher/Student Frerard)

No One Does it Better

a/n: currently listening to a podcast with laura jane grace. her voice filling my ears gives me comfort.

Gerard's POV

Jason walked into the classroom, placing a cup of coffee and a to-go box on my desk, pulling a chair up and sitting beside me.

"You didn't come to lunch with me. I texted you." I shrugged.

"I know." I opened the to-go box, examining the panini. "I'm not hungry, man, you didn't have to get me this."

"Gerard, come on, eat. I'll sit here with you during your class if it gets to that point. You can continue your drawing, just.. eat."

I quickly reluctantly ate my food, continuing my sketch.

"Who are you drawing?" Jason asked, leaning over my shoulder.

"Elena."

"Why does it look like that?" He pointed to a spot.

"Because I'm not fucking done." I snapped, then put my head down into my graphite covered hands. "I'm sorry. I'm not used to having people around me anymore. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologise." The bell rang, and there was an announcement for all of the students to go to the gym.

"So, we have time off. Drink your coffee and let's go to your place, because I know you want to check on.. you-know-who."

"He's not Voldemort."

"Might as well be, you can't say his name here, can you?"

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"So the school calls me this morning and says that I don't have all my gym credits or whatever, and I'm at work, and just like 'what the fuck' and that was it. They said that I have to go to the school every other day and work out or whatever. This is bullshit. I left that school for a reason." Frank's hands were in his hair, and he was pacing.

"Usually, they let you like, send a video or something of you working out or running or whatever the fuck. That's actually kind of stupid." Jason spoke up, lighting a cigarette.

"Then what's the point of you taking online classes if shit like this is gonna happen?" I asked, finishing my cup of coffee.

Frank shrugged. "I dunno." He stood up, putting a backpack on his shoulders. "I'm gonna go to the school, I guess."

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Frank's POV

I walked out of the locker room, walking into the weight room. Ray was there, he told me he skipped the assembly just to see me.

"So, you and him, huh?" He asked as I started a slow jog on the treadmill.

"Yeah, me and him."

"He, uh, wasn't the one who made those marks, was he?" I slowed down the speed until I was walking (limping).

"No, no. That wasn't him."

"Good, I thought I was gonna have to kill him."

After about 15 minutes, I turned off the treadmill.

"I'm gonna go check if my mom's here, alright?" Ray stood up, leaving the weight room.

I walked out into the hall that led to the locker rooms, adjusting the strap on my bag.

a/n: um, trigger warning?

"Why are you here, Iero?" A voice literally from the fucking shadows said. I rolled my eyes, already knowing who it was.