The Babysitter {Frerard}

*Wentz, you fucking creepy piece of shit.*

I'm not American, so I don't know how the schools work so I'm just doing is as an English school but the high school and the college are merged together into a sixth form. Or whatever.

Enjoyyy.

The only thing I don't like about school is getting up early. Like seriously, do they think that teenagers are actually going to get out of bed before ten in the morning.

Ha, no.

I slept in until half eleven and then got ready for school. I put on the stupid school uniform and had lunch before finally walking out the door at twelve. If it was up to me I wouldn't go to school, I only go because I want to make sure the outcasts and the misfits don't get bullied.

Speaking of the Misfits, I blasted them through my headphones on the walk to school. I walked into the office where I was unwelcomed by the snotty receptionist.

"Iero, you're late!" The pig nosed old bag snorted.

"Really, never noticed. If I am late then you're just making it worse by trying to talk to me, so if you give me my mark I'll be on my way." I stuck my nose up at her.

"It's lunch right now anyway." She rolled her eyes.

"You won't be late to anything other than hanging around with those imbeciles you call "friends"." She laughed at herself, snorting like the pig she was. "Also you need to take those piercings out."

"No I don't." I said before walking off to find my "imbeciles". I don't know why some of the teachers here don't like me, it's not like I'm giving the school a bad reputation. If anything I'm helping the students more than they are.

All schools care about is grades. But how can the students get good grades when they hate the classes and just want to get the fuck out of there. School just forces homework on you. They don't care about the reasons for not doing it, they don't about your life outside school. They just want the grades. They say they want the best for us but really, they want us to make them look good.
Cunts.

I'll show them one day. I'm going to prove that you don't need an education to be successful. I cut across the corridor to the yard and went to the corner where most of my friends hang out.

Bob greeted me with a slap on the ass.

"Fuck you, Bryar." I grinned.

"You wish, Iero." He fist bumped me.

Bob was one of the emo kids who used to be bullied before I came along and changed everything. He was once a shy kid who would be beaten up by the jocks every other day but now he is one of the most popular guys in the school.

Other than me, of course.

Besides Pete, Bob was my best friend. He was the first person to actually talk to me in the school.

Our school was so shit that we had fucking clip on ties. They probably only did it to stop the kids from killing themselves because of how boring the lessons are. Bob reached down and pulled my tie from my shirt.

"Come at me, Iero." He smirked and dangled my own tie in front of my face. I swiftly retaliated and grabbed his tie.

"Bring it, Bryar." I laughed and started to hit him with his own tie.
We chased each other around the yard until Bob bumped into someone.

"GUYS!" The guy practically yelled into Bob's ear. I then knew it was Pete.

"'Sup, Pete?"

Pete didn't reply straight away, he just grinned.

"Wentz, you fucking creepy piece of shit. Why did you feel the need to fucking deafen me!?" Despite what it may seem, Pete and Bob were actually great friends. This is the first time in ages me and Pete have been at the same school.