Gerard's POV
I was walking down the school hall looking for the class I was supposed to be in and I heard Frankie yell.
"LET ME GO!!!!" He sounded like he was hurt. As I turn the corner I see a guy gripping onto Frank. He had his fist in the air. Before he could even make it to his face I grabbed him and his friends and bit them. I almost drained the blood out of the guy who was holding my Frankie. That's when it hit me. Frank. I turned around to see him standing there in shock.
"Um.. I uh.. I hav-" he cut me off mid sentence.
"W-what are you?" He asked with fear laced in his words.
"I-I'm.. Well if you come over to my house today I will tell you, but I can't tell you here. First, let's get these guys to the nurse. We have to make up some stupid story." I explained.
On the way to the nurse, we decided to say they were being a bunch of douches and they tried to jump us so we beat them up. Good enough excuse, for the most part. She didn't look as though she believed us.
"If I come over to your house... Are you going to do that to me?" He asked frightened as we walk out of the office.
"No. Of course not. Frank, I care about you. Even though you don't know me, I know you and I'm never going to hurt you." I was nearly crying. I wouldn't ever hurt my Frankie...
"Okay. So, how do you know my name?" He questioned quietly. I sighed.
"I-I have been following you." I told him. He gave me a puzzled look. "Look, I'm not a stalker or anything. I just, I find you interesting. But I'm not a stalker." I explained. He was still confused. Oh dear God, this boy kills me. "I'm. Not. A. Stalker. I just like to be around you. I don't follow you home or watch everywhere you go. I just walk behind you sometimes when I see you. Okay?" I said slowly.
"Okay. So what did you mean by "you're mine" when you saw me this morning?" He asked. I didn't exactly want to tell him this right now so I won't.
"That.... Is something I can't explain to you right now. So, please don't ask again." I stated blankly. He didn't really say anything after that. He just nodded. Probably because I was so rude about it. Maybe I should apologize.
"Frank, I'm sorry for being so rude about that. I know you want to know but it's kind of a really sensitive subject." I said with tears pooling in my eyes.
"Hey. It's fine. I get it." He tried to comfort me but I could tell he was uncomfortable. I quickly wiped my eyes and put a smile on my face.
"Kay. Well, are you going to get in trouble for coming over to my house?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"No. I'll have to tell my mom though." He says. I nod. This is going to be fun. I think to myself. I look around, still trying to find my classroom.
"What class do you have?" Frank asks.
"Um. Well, I have math but I can't find the room." I say looking up and down the halls.
"Same. What's the teachers name?" He questions peeking over at my schedule.
"Miss Jackson." I reply. He soon starts laughing after I say that. "What?" I ask. Why was he laughing?
"Nothing." He says smiling. Okay. That's weird.
"Um. Okay?" I say confused. He suddenly stops.
"Here we are. Math." He states. Wait, did we have the same class?
"Are you in this class too?" I ask.
"Yeah." He mumbles.
We walk in and all eyes are on us. I noticed before Frank did. He had his head down. The teacher looked at us.
"And you two must be Frank and Gerard, I assume?" She asks politely. I shake my head and nudge Frank who was still looking at the ground.
"Oh. Uh. Yes. I'm Frank and this is....Gerard.." He says wide eyed. Shit. I never told him my name.
"Hi. My name is Gerard Way." I whisper into his ear. He giggles.
"Hi, I'm Frank Iero." He says back. The teacher then points to our seats. I guess we'll be sitting next to each other. The whole class period the teacher was talking about what the plans are going to be for the next few days so I wasn't exactly paying much attention. My mind was focused on Frank. I noticed that he kept looking at me. It was a little awkward because I could tell he wanted to say something but he never did. As soon as the bell rang I stood up.
"So off to the other classes." I chuckled. Frank smiled.
The rest of the day was kind of boring. Frank and I had all the same classes. Last, is art. My favorite class of them all! It was the best to be honest. Especially since I loved drawing and painting.
"What's next?" Frank asked.
"Art. How about you?" I replied.
"Same. So, all of our classes are the same? That's cool." He said sarcastically. I nodded. It's cool for me. I like him. I'm about 99.999999% sure he doesn't like me though.
"Yo, fam. Wake up!" He says waving his hand in my face. Only then I realized I was staring at him. I noticed his features. His deep hazel eyes, his so kissable lips, and his perfect face frame. He was truly a hot guy. His longish black hair fits his face perfectly. His black lip ring and scorpion tattoo only make him look so much hotter.
"Oh. Uh.. Sorry." I mumble. I could tell I was blushing. I felt my face heat up.
"Yeah. Let's go to class. Don't wanna be late, do ya?" He asks laughing.
"Nope." I reply smiling.
Off to my favorite class!! Yay!
