The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 2: Ninth Grade

It's the first day of ninth grade, and almost marking the two year anniversary of when I first got bullied here. It's August 14 and that day lands in September 5. Some popular kids overheard me and Mikey talking about our crushes at lunch. I thought we were talking quietly, we were basically whispering, I know it. Then someone overheard and shouted out, "Frank Iero's a faggot?!" And then I got punched, kicked, insulted and thrown in a locker with Mikey. Just before slamming and locking the door he said, "Don't make out too much."



I go to the front door and put on my jacket, making sure to put the hood up and keep my head down as soon as I walk out. My iPod is in my pocket and I'm blasting Pierce The Veil so I don't hear anything but Vic's amazing voice. Ah, my favorite song, "A Match Into Water" makes me wish he would come and kiss the scars on my skin....

I listen to the song on repeat all the way to school, so about 6 times.

As soon as I walk in I rush to my locker whispering, "Don't see me, don't see me, don't see me!" Under my breath the whole way.

"Aye! Iero!" I hear the familiar voice of my main predator shout. "I got something to say to you!"

I just ran, bolted to my locker, put my bag in, and ran to my music class.

As soon as I burst through the door, I ran to the corner and sat there. I pulled my legs to my chest and pushed my face into my knees.

The teacher came over, "Excuse me, are you alright?"

"No! I get bullied and was about to get my ass kicked!" I shout in his face.

"Oh, well, you'll be fine in here. Do you know their names?"

"No," I lie easily. I can't get them suspended and then get my ass kicked outside of school and twice as hard when they come back to school.

"Darn. Well, I hope you'll be fine. Now come on, take a seat." He urges me.

I nod and sit in the back, just when I thought music class would be my escape, one of my main predators came in. Smiling, laughing, and running his hand through his hair, a habit for him.

I hate how much I know about him. I hate it, but then again, you get to know stuff about people when you're best friends with their brother.

Yes, Gerard Way, brother of Mikey Way, is my bully.

He stopped laughing as soon as he saw me. "Oh, look! It's Iero. Why are you in a class for talented people? What's your talent? Your moans of pleasure while getting fucked up the ass?"

I growled and searched for the teacher, he isn't here. Great.

"No, Gerard. I play guitar." I reply as calmly as I could. There was still an edge to my voice, it sounded like I was on the verge of tears, but also on the verge of ripping his head off.

"Really now? How bad are you?"

"I'm not." I got up and fetched one of the school guitars. It was black and dark purple, and shiny. I'm guessing the school bought new guitars. I made sure it was in tune, and then thought of a song. Well, I guess I'll play "A Match Into Water" I know all the lyrics, so I could sing, but I'm not going to.

I started it off and mouthed the words to myself, I stood up and jumped around. I was having fun, then I remembered I wasn't in my room, alone. So I stopped and stood on the stage just walking a bit. The door opened and the teacher came in, stopping in his tracks and watching me in shock. I looked at Gerard, his mouth was wide open. Then the song came to an end, and I quickly put the guitar down and sat back in my chair.

"Frank. That was... That was... Amazing!" The teacher shouts at me.

"Ly horrible..." Gerard then muttered.

Then the bell rang signaling if you aren't in the classroom, you're going to be marked absent.

"Okay class, not many people applied for music this year, so it'll only be a class of ten. I'm Mr. Peters."

We all just kinda sat there.

"Okay, I'll call role. Jenna?"

"Here."

"Anna."

"Here."

"Gerard."

"Fucking here!" He shouted loudly causing Mr. Peters to glare at him and then reply, "Students, do not use Gerard as your role model. You'll get nowhere in this class."

Then continue on with, "Mikey?"

"Here."

"Frank?"

"I'm here."

"GAY." Someone coughed out.

"Gerard! One more thing and I will write you up." Mr. Peters threatened.

"Ha! Okay."

When he finished role he went on with plans for the class.

"Okay, so since we only have ten people, I will put you in groups of five. The five of you will make songs, three to be exact, by December. Have them performance ready and then will perform them in class." He smiled at his idea and then picked up his class list and assigned us groups.

"Gerard Way, Ray Toro, Mikey Way, Bob Bryar, and.... Frank Iero, go to a practice room and pick out your instruments and yeah."

"But... HELL NO. I am not having two fags in my group!" Gerard yelled.

"You will have in your group who I say, no deal and go to the practice room. Got it?!" Mr. Peters was fucking angry, and to be honest, it was scary.

Gerard sighed and we went to our practice room.

"Try anything with me, faggot, and I will end you."

I nodded and hurried to the room, and picked up a guitar, "Mine." I said and put the strap around my body.

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