The New Kid

Chapter 3 :D

-Frank’s POV-

My first day at Katy High School was pretty boring; except for the classes I have with Gerard of course. I learned a lot about him like that he can draw, he sings in a band him and his brother have, and a lot of other cool stuff; I even got his cell number! Eppppp!!! But at the same time I feel bad because he barely knows anything about me… I’m scared to tell him about my past, why I’m at this school instead of my old one in New York, why I have scars on my wrists, and about my…well…. Life….

I’m walking around the hall trying to find my art class when I see Gerard in the hall up ahead talking to some kid with a fro, a skinny kid with glasses, and a gigantically tall blonde dude. I walk over timidly and croak out “Hey Gee”

He smiled and pulls me into the circle of kids, “Hey Frankie, meet my brother Mikey,” He nods to the skinny kid, “My best friend Ray,” He nods to the fro kid, “And my drummer Bob.” He nods to the blonde kid. “Guys, this is my new friend Frankie. He’s from upstate New York.”

“Sup dude?” Mikey says

“Nothing much, living and breathing mainly.” I smile small

Everyone laughs and Gee smiles at me and I swear I see something more in his eyes then just friendship… but I might just be over analyzing.

“Nice dude, well I gotta get to A hall see you at home Bro. Bye guys” Mikey waves once and walks off, backpack slug over one shoulder and girls giggle and stare as he walks past. Something tells me we’re gonna get along just fine, I look at the guys and they’re laughing.

“Why do girls love him so much?” Bob asks Gee and he shrugs.

“Cause they like cute dorky kids I guess.”  He laughs and the 2 minutes warning bell sounds throughout the hall way and I look at Gee helpless on where to go or what to do next, which is how I feel about him too… “We gotta get to art class Bobster see ya later tonight for band practice”

Then he finally looked laughed and grabbed my hand and I felt a shock of happiness surge up my arm and fly me up way past where any high has ever gotten me and he tugged me down the hall to room C200. When we walked in he dropped my hand and I felt more alone then I ever had before, god I was really falling for this kid… Damn you teenage hormones! I looked around the room and one piece of art caught my eye, it was two scene guys standing under a willow tree in the moonlight…. Kissing… and the signature at the bottom right corner? Gerard Way.

I couldn’t believe it, could he be gay? I mean I could believe it but he just doesn’t throw off the vibe of ‘I’m a homo!’ he’s refined. He’s a pearl among rocks… he’s a summer sunrise…. He’s staring at me. From the painting I was looking in his direction and saw him staring at me. I wonder what he’s thinking… I wish I could crawl into his mind and just know everything about him, and I wish I could let him inside my mind and learn about me but I just can’t… not yet… I have to reel him in first…

-Gerard’s POV-

He’s looking at my art, oh god, I’m not ready to tell him I don’t want him to be freaked out… shit fuck god dammit. Oh crap he noticed me staring and I feel a blush coming on so I look away and start doodling in my sketchpad, getting lost in the movement of the pencil.

“MR.WAY.” Mrs. Lowe said sternly to me about 2 inches from my ear and I screamed, fell out of my seat and left my sketch pad open and unguarded. “What’s this… why this is a beautifully drawn portrait Mr. Way, Who is this young man?” I blush red, I had drawn FRANK. Oh shit I’m so screwed! I blushed and Mrs. Lowe was waiting for my answer and I didn’t know how to answer so I got up and sat back down in my seat and closed my sketchbook.

“Nobody.” I answered calmly and Mrs. Lowe looked at me like a cobra and began her lesson on coal drawing and I completely zoned out because the next thing I knew Frank was waving his hand in front of my face going “GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???????”

“Huh? What?” I said dazed and blinking a few times, probably looking like an idiot in front of this insanely cute boy, damn teenage hormones.

“You totally zoned out, class has been over for 10 minutes and Mrs. Lowe assigned us homework. We have to draw someone with coal… and I was wondering…. Maybe I could draw you?” I could hear the nerves in his voice and see the blush on his face even when he looked down embarrassed. God he’s adorable, I just wanna hug him and kiss those cute lips…. AHHHHHH WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THIS?!?!? I BARELY KNOW HIM!!!!!!!

I smiled at him and stood up putting my art supplied in my black backpack. “You can totally draw me Frankie. Wanna come over tonight and do it? I’ll draw you for mine.” He laughed and shook his head at me. I looked at him confused and tilted my head. “What?”

“It’s due tomorrow hu- Gee” He blushed red and I blinked feeling stupid

“Oh… I knew that….” He laughed at me again and we started walking down the hallway to the parking lot. We were silent for a few minutes then we reached my car, a Silver Subaru XT, I loved it with a passion. Frank got in and turned the radio on to the local rock station and I started the car and headed tward my house.

“Do you have a car Frankie?” I asked him and nodded my head to the beat of the song, my long black hair probably becoming a mess.

“No, we had to sell it because of uhm… reasons…” He looked out the window and I was confused… he knew a lot about me but I barely knew anything about him and I was curious as to who Frank was, wat made him tick and all that.

“Tell me about yourself frank, please? I feel like I barely know you while you know just about everything there is to know about me. At least the stuff that’s of importance.” I said and I heard him sign.

“Well… my full name is Frank Anthony Iero, I was born on Halloween, I’m a Scorpio, I love coke THE DRINK NOT THE DRUG!!!!! I got really sick when I was little, I smoke cigarettes, I used to go to a catholic school up in New York but some stuff happened and I got kicked out then we moved…  anyway, I learned to tie a tie at school, I started playing in bands when I was 11, I have a Epiphone Les Paul Elite Series custom 1981 Zakk Wylde "Grail" Gibson Les Paul, and I have 3 dogs.” I nodded trying to absorb all that information but only one thing made me curious… His school…

“And social life? Like any partying? Sex? Girlfriends? Music? Drugs?” I asked wanting to know more about this boy.

“I party when I can, I’m a virgin, no girlfriends…. Don’t really like girls…. I like rock and alternative mainly and I dabbled in pot and cocaine once.” I nodded again yet, once again, only one thing stuck to my mind. He’s not into girls?

“What do you mean you’re not into girls Frankie?” I asked knowing this would be a delicate question, but I needed to know the answer.

-Frank’s POV-

Oh god…. He asked… what do I do… I can’t answer this without scaring him away probably…. Im so confused and scared… dear god HELP ME