punk kids cannot die (frerard) { discontinued }

1. Ew school

       
Ew im trying to write another fic

I was pretty new to the school and i thought i wouldnt fit in much. I dont really know why i wouldnt fit in much to be honest at my last school i was kinda popular i guess. I got kicked out for being in a fight actually it was pretty intense. I won the fight though.

I was late to my 1st period which was my elective. I wasnt able to choose it so i got art, but i was hoping to get in band, But nope.
"Its the last year of highschool and your new? Thats not very smart..." A boy who sat next to me giggled.

He had black hair that that was a almost to his shoulders but not quite long enough  and he was wearing the school uniforn which i guess everyone at this school had to wear- including me which i didnt like very much but my mom said i had to go to a GOOD school and i guess uniforms scream out 'good' to her. I have no idea how; its just a boring outfit. The boy seemed to look pretty good in the outfit and i was very jelous at first becouse who the fuck looks good in slacks? Him, i guess.

"im Frank" i sighed ignoring his little comment

"gerard" He stated.
Gerard. That was his name. I liked it, it suited him well almost as good as the slacks. Gerard.
"why are you looking at my legs? are you gay? its fine if you are, afterall im gay too!" he said proudly

Gay?! What?? No. I am bisexual. I didnt tell him though. I dont tell anyone my discusting secret. Sometimes i can trick myself to not know. I dont wanna like guys. No way. And checking out another guys body and legs (and more) certainlly does not mean your gay...I hope.

I simply shook my head to him as this battle went on in my head.
"Hey your fucking cute by the way." Gerard said without hesitating.
"i know." i said chuckling.
"wow i take that back."
goddamnit gerard.
"Guys focus or your getting an F"

Jesus fuck this teacher was harsh. I looked over to the white board to see that his name was Mr. Weekes.
Mr. Weekes; my first enemy at this school.

Gerard; my first acquaintance at this school. Nothing more nothing less.
Gerard shrugged and watched as Mr. Weekes was teaching us how to paint fucking fruit. Really? fruit? we will get an F for fruit? bull-fucking-shit. 
"So gerard-"

"shut the fuck up i cant risk getting another bad grade"
sassy one he is.
The bell rang shortly and i started to walk to my locker           
"hey so what do you want, Frank?" Gerard spooked me and i nearly fell
"hah idiot." gerard said helping me up.

"fuck you"
"yes please! when and where?"
what the fuck.
"anyway, i dont have friends yet so introduce me to yours." I said ignoring his statment, yet again.                        
       
"funny one. I only have one friend." He laughed. 
"well maybe they have friends. Introduce me Gerard!"
"hes standing right infrount of me" he gave a cheasy smile.

I looked around for a second then relised what he ment.
"so you have no friends?" I asked glaring at him     
"nope :)"             
"terrific..."

"hang out with me at lunch!!' He said seeming excited becouse i couldnt really decline him. Afterall i would rather hang out with the 'weird kid' than be alone. The problem was, Gerard wasnt weird. He seemed fun.

"okay"
he smiled brightly as the bell rang and a look of shock crossed his face.
"gotta go. Bye! See you at lunch Frankie!"

frankie? did he just fucking call me frankie? That sounds like a horrible name a girlfriend would give her boyfriend to keep the crappy relationship going.

i didnt hate it though.
I am frankie

Sorry i didnt edit this or really even read it over also its kinda short but its kinda a teaser of the whole thing i have alot of ideas for this story so yeah please stick around for it im trying to get better at writing

♥ Thanks bye for now ♥