I walked down the hallway, radiating confidence and well awesomeness. So what if I’m THAT goth kid. I’m not goth, I’m not scene, I’m not emo, I’m me. I’M GERARD FUCKING WAY. I don’t give a shit what other people think. As soon as I came out of the closet last year I gave up on trying to keep friends and make people love me. I’m fine with just being that weird goth kid for now. If people would actually talk to me they’d know there was more to me then just how I look and my sexuality.
Anyway back to the real world, I’m walking to class, to be specific 1st period Geometry and to be blunt I understand NONE of it. It’s like seeing a whole other language. It’s basically halfway through the school year and the teachers don’t care anymore, the students have lost all interest in school, and as for me? Well I’m complex…
I walk into class and there’s a new kid sitting in my seat, he’s cute… really cute… he has deep hazel eyes with black eyeliner smudged around them and he’s wearing black skinnies and an iron maiden shirt with checkered vans. He SCREAMS solitude and mystery, and I’m intrigued by him. I have a feeling me and him are gonna be real good friends.
When I finally come out of my thoughts I notice the new boy looking at me, his eyes wondering my body, studying my face and other areas… oh this will be fun I think to myself. I put on my best smirk and walk to my desk making sure to put off total flirt mode.
“Hi, you’re kinda in my seat.” I said, my voice smooth. He smirked at me and shrugged
“So? I don’t see your name on it. Mainly because I don’t know your name cutie.” Damn… nice come back this boy was defiantly good at this. I placed my hands on both sides of the desk and leaned down so my face was inches from this new boy and smirked at his blush.
“Names Gerard, and how about you cutie” I mimicked his velvet voice on the cutie part and kept smirking and starring into his eyes.
“I’m Frank, but call me Frankie. And is there a desk close to this one I could sit in?” I nodded and pointed to the one right next to me and he moved there while I sat in my seat. And lets just say, geometry got a lot more interesting.
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The New Kid
FanfictionGerard was your normal outcast teenager, that is until he met Frankie, then his life of solitude and mystery was mixed in with Frankie's wild life. What'll happen now? You tell me ;D