Penumbra // Frank Iero Fanfiction

chapter 1 // meeting gerard

[Frank's POV]

I walked through the crowded hall to be stared at by everyone. It's not like I'm not used to it. With my obviously terrible appearance, I understand why they stare. And I don't blame them. I'm nothing but a freak. They all turn around to stare and make jokes as I pass through. Same as always. I walked to my locker to be shoved against it by the quaterback of the football team.

"Watch where you're going, loser."

He said while slamming my head into the door.

Fuck that hurt, I thought to myself while gathering my things for whatever class I was going to next. I don't give one slight fuck about school anymore, I'm failing almost every class I'm taking. As soon as I turn 18 I'm dropping out, which won't take long. My birthday is at the end of the month, October 31st. I can't fucking wait.

I walked into my homeroom to be greeted with the same face that slammed mine into a locker. But before he could say anything to me the teacher walked in.

"Take your seats everyone, this only lasts ten minutes, let's not make it longer than it has to be."

She said with a harsh tone to her voice. She obviously doesn't like us as much as we don't like being here. Well, maybe that was just me. The ten minutes went by extremely quickly, the ringing bell pulling me out of my thoughts. I swear to god, thinking is going to be the death of me one day.

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My next few classes went by surprisingly fast, unlike any other day. And since it was time for lunch, it was time for me to get my "daily whooping" as David liked to call it. He's going to regret doing this to me now, because when I'm rich and famous he's just going to be the same asshole of a person he is today. I walked to the commons, my usual hangout spot for lunchtime. My school is that weird type of school that has everyone eat lunch at the same time, which just means me getting the shit kicked out of me the same time every day. This school is fucking brilliant, isn't it? There's another reason why I can't wait to get out.

"Hey faggot, what's wrong? You too busy being depressed and emo to speak?"

He asked, getting up in my face. Since I was only 4'11", he had a great height advantage.

"No, you just didn't give me a chance to speak you moron."

I said, my courage growing. But it didn't last long.

"What the fuck did you just say to me Iero?"

"You heard me."

I said, standing my ground. He was the first one to throw a punch, hitting me straight in the jaw. I winced and stepped back, clutching my jaw with one hand. Everyone saw him punch me, yet no one stopped to help, it was the same everyday. He hit me again but this time with much more force than before, instantly knocking me to the ground. Before I could react he sat on top of me and started hitting me in the face.

"You're such a fucking pussy, you know that? You'll never amount to anything, you fucking freak."

He pulled his fist back again, as if he was going to throw a punch. I tried my best to cover my face but the blow never came. Instead I felt his body crash onto the side of mine, knocked over by an unknown force. I watched as a guy with dark brown hair punched David in the gut repeatedly.

"Don't you ever fucking go near this guy ever again. Let alone hurt any human being. You got that asshole?"

He asked helping David up.

"Y-yes." He said stuttering.

"Good. Now get the fuck out of here before I hit you with a bus, you pathetic human being."

He said pushing David out of the commons. He turned around and I finally got to see his face. He had brown hair a little bit down past his shoulders, that happened to be extremely messy from tackling David. He had amazing green eyes that were full of happiness and love, unlike mine, that were always full of sadness and depression. I realized that I had been staring too long and looked away.

"T-thank you so m-much.."

I stuttered out, looking down at my worn out black converse.

"No problem man, he got what was coming to him. What's your name?"

He asked smiling at me.

"F-frank Iero.."

"Nice to meet you Frank. I'm Gerard Way."

I never stopped looking at the ground, but I could feel his eyes on me, studying all of my features. My height, my weight, my hair style, everything. I felt so small and insecure. The bell finally broke me from my thoughts as I stuttered out a barely audible "thank you" and walked away to my locker.

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Hello readers :) this originally was going to be a short imagine, but I couldn't see any smut happening in this chapter, so I decided to write a story. It may be short, it may not, I'm not sure yet. I hope you like it so far. Also please check out my other stories "Cancer // Gerard Way" it's barely even started, I only have one chapter up. Sorry about the delay but I'm stuck on where to go from there :/ and my other story "Imagine... // MCR Imagines" it's just a book full of short imagines I think of and jot down. It also only has one chapter up, but I'm currently writing another one for that :) Thank you for reading!

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