School Isn't so Bad if You're Here»Frerard

One

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I drummed my fingers on the desk rhythmically, staring the clock down. The teacher was still droning on with her lesson, despite the fact that we only had mere seconds left of class.

"-mister Iero, would you like to answer the question?" I heard her say as I swallowed my thoughts. I took advantage of the 7 seconds left of class and smirked. "No thank you, Mrs. Partson, I'm fed up for today." I replied, earning hushed laughter from the classroom and a shocked teacher. The bell rang right when I expected and I jogged out of the room, as I was already prepared to leave. I looked down at my schedule, since it was only the second day of school. See, we had substitutes for the first day of school in all of second and third period for eleventh graders, just because of some meeting thing. Way to start off the year. I rolled my eyes when I found that I had history with possibly the worst teacher in the school, Mr. Meys. He didn't care if the students were educated or not, he just slacked off. Of course, the other students took advantage of this and did whatever they wanted, but I genuinely had an interest for the subject, and it was frustrating knowing that I wouldn't be able to learn much. I pushed my troubling thoughts to the back of my mind and entered the classroom right as the bell rang. As I expected, the students were going wild. As I sighed and sat down in a seat in the back, I noticed a boy across the room. He had this vibrant red hair reaching his jaw and tiny features. His gaze was focused on a thick book while his pencil scribbled across the pages. He kept uncomfortably glancing around him, and even behind him, but his desk was in the opposite back corner. He looked to his right and our eyes met from across the room. I smiled slightly and awkwardly looked away from those greenish-hazel eyes. I fumbled with my binder for a few seconds before pulling out a far overdue book to distract myself. I gently lift the cover to The Hunger Games and try to divert my thoughts. About a page through, I felt like eyes were burning into my skull. I turn to my left to see the new kid still staring at me, a pencil sweeping across a sketch pad gracefully. Once he noticed that I saw him, he had only blushed and looked back down to his sketch pad. Confused, I try to continue my book.

•Time Skip — End of Class•

The bell rang and I gathered my books and sighed for what felt like the millionth time. As I reached the door, I noticed that the boy I saw earlier happened to be behind me. As I entered the hallway, I turned on my heel sharply, forcing the boy to halt, but comfortably. "Hey, you new to this school?" I question and begin walking down the hall. "Um... Yeah." He muttered and began to take out his schedule from his pocket. It was awkwardly silent as we walked. He finally looked at his schedule and groaned. "Who do you have next?" I asked, breaking the silence. "Mrs. Narr. I heard she's the worst." He responded blandly. "Coincidence." I replied, excitement brimming my words. "I have her too. And if you needed confirmation, yes, she's the worst." I tried to smile. We reached the classroom and I immediately go to the back corner row. The boy sat next to me. "I never caught your name, by the way." I urged. "Gerard. Gerard Way." He smiled and I was tempted to hug him since it's so adorable. "Nice to meet you. I'm Frank." I respond with a smile. He blushed and looked away, searching through his Fall Out Boy backpack. "Hey, nice backpack!" I say excitedly. "Hey, thanks! You like them?" He replied happily, continuing to search. "No, I only bought all the songs and merch!" I said playfully and revealed my matching T-shirt. Gerard laughed, and I swear it sounded like I died, went to heaven, and an angel was singing to me. He finally found whatever he was looking for in his bag, which happened to be the sketch book I had seen earlier. "You draw much?" I ask quietly, calming the atmosphere. "Yeah, do you?" He responded with a slight smile. I laughed at that. "As if. I can't draw a stick figure!" Gerard jut shook his head and continued drawing. He kept occasionally looking up at me, frowning, and erasing something. His frown was so cute. His whole face got scrunched up and it's so lovely. "Hey, you gonna keep staring at me or what?" I heard him say, pulling me out of my thoughts. I felt the blood rush to my face. "What? Oh! S-sorry..." I stuttered awkwardly. I cleared my throat and turned away. "Wait, one sec." Gerard said and grabbed my by the chin lightly and tilted my head back towards him at a slight angle. Satisfied, he returned to his sketch pad. "Are you drawing me?" I asked, smiling. "Took you long enough." He muttered. I blushed again, and Gerard's eyes widened. "Hold that there!" I couldn't help but giggle. Ah, what a perfect day.