Wallflower

Chapter One

*Frank's P.O.V*

High School. I've been in this hell hole for 3 long agonizing years. Today is my first day of my senior year and I honestly just want to get it over with. Like, why can't it be 3 years like middle school?
Obviously, and like always I never get what I wish for and what I want, that's why it's 4 years and not 3. Either way, I'm still stuck with jocks,sluts,cheerleaders, and narcissists.

I guess you can say I'm used to them. I'm always surrounded by them. Always by them. But in their eyes I'm invisible. I'm invisible to everyone. For fucks sakes!I don't even have any friends besides Pete! I groan as I pull my backpack's strap over my shoulder and make my way to 4th period. I let out a sigh of relief. Phew, school's almost over. "Frank!" I hear a familiar voice call out behind me. I quickly but cautiously turn to see who it was. Pete.

"Hey slut." I mutter under my breath as he catches up to me. "I love it when you call me mean names Frankie." He says in a British accent. I laugh. "Kill yourself mate." I said as we went up the steap staircase. "I've tried. Anyways, what do you have for 4th period?" He asks.

I shrugg and take out my crumbled schedule from my pocket. "Art." I say simply. "I do too! Aye!" He says as he playfully bumps into me."Geez, Are you trying to kill me?" I ask laughing as I grasp my chest as if I'm having a heart attack.

"Get to class boys!" We heard someone yell. I bit my lip and walked faster. Pete grabbed my arm. "Dude, you won't get in trouble for being late, it's the first day a school." He says rolling his eyes at my sorry ass. "O-okay if you say so." I mumble.

*Gerard's P.O.V*

High School. When I walked across the stage for my diploma I promised myself to never step a foot in this damned school building. But here I am. I groan in annoyance. Fuck. This was a huge mistake. I'm not supposed to be wearing a tie and slacks. I'm supposed to be at home in my comfy clothes creating badass pieces of art. But that hasn't made much money for me so, now I'm stuck with this shitty job.

I look up from my desk at my restless students. I clear my throat and stand up. "Please quiet down guys. I'm about to take attendance." I say grabbing my clipboard and pen. Damn. This is my smallest class. I guess that's pretty good. I don't have to deal with a whole bunch of teenagers.
"Lida Simons?"
"Here."
"Abby Marine?"
"Here"
"Spencer Murcury?"
"Sup"
"Krist Lemo-"
I get cut off by my door swinging open. I snap my head at the direction of the door only to be face to face with A tall lanky teen and his much shorter companion. The shortest starts giggling while the taller one sashays inside. "The party don't start till I walk in." He says in a girl voice.

By that time the shorter one started howling with laughter." Don't stop make it pop. Dj blow my speaker up. Tonight Imma fight till we see the sunlight." The shorter one pipes in.

I groan. Great, just when I thought I liked this class. "You're late." I huff. "You told me we weren't going to get in trouble."the short teen barked at the taller one. "Please take a seat and stop disrupting the class." I say as I point out some empty desks.
"Party pooper." One of them mumbles under their breath. I roll my eyes and decide to continue the roll call.
"Frank Iero?"
"Here"

*Frank's P.O.V*

Pete said that the teacher wouldn't care if we were late. But then again, Pete says ALOT of stuff. Speaking of the teacher... he's a fucking asshole. Geez, it's barely the first day of school and I already dislike him.

"Okay class, looks like everyone is here for today's lesson! That's great! Now, today we're going to study one of the most popular artists in history Vincent Van Gogh." He says with a stupid smile on his face. You smug bastard. I raise my hand up in the air and wave it around. Once his eyes meet mine his eyebrows arch questionably.

"Yes?" He asks as he sits on some random chic's desk. "Isn't he that horny dude that chopped off his ear and gave it to a prostitute?" I ask batting my eyelashes innocently. Hahaha. Eat my shorts you old bitch.

His eyes widen and he lets out a awkward laugh. "Actually, y-yeah. Are you a fan of his work?" He asks. "Pfft. As if. I don't even like art. I'm only taking this course because I need the credit. And why would I look at a million year old painting by some old creepy pervert when I can just look in the mirror and look at the masterpiece called me." I say before letting out a sour laugh.

*Gerard's P.O.V*
Frank? A masterpiece?! Ha! That's funniest thing I've heard all day!
He thinks he can just be a little bitch to me? Ha. I too can play that game too Frankie my dear. "Right...I always knew you were just an uncultured conceited child. I guess I was right!" I chuckle harshly.

I could see Frank's eyes darken as he clenched his fists so hard his knuckles were turning white. Looks like I finally got back at him. I smirk smugly at him as I hop off the desk I'm sitting on. I swiftly float to my desk and finally take a seat in my chair.

"For, your information sir...I'm not uncultured. I just dislike art. And if I were you I'd watch your mouth Mr.Way." he hisses through his gritted teeth. Okay, now he's just embarrassing himself.
I laugh. "Oh yeah? Why should I watch my mouth?" I ask smirking. "Well, just in case you hadn't noticed by my last name yet...my father is Franklin Iero.An award winning artist and may I add, a very respected one too. He's pretty much everything you'll never be." He said as he smiled devilishly. Fuck. Franklin Iero's kid sure is a pain in the ass.

"Detention after school Frank!" I bark at him. Frank let out a loud laugh. "Is it because I hurt Mr.Way's pride?" He asked in a baby voice. God this kid never gets tired.
"1 extra hour Iero." I hiss.
"Thats not fai-"
"2 hours."
"Wha-"
"3 hours."
"Bu-"
"Do you really wanna spend the night in detention?" I ask studying Frank's reaction.
Frank glares at me. If looks could kill I'd be dead by now. I laugh as I enjoy Frank's silence. "Good boy. I'm glad to see you know your place. But I'm still making you stay 3 hours for detention."

I say as I stand up and walk towards his desk and ruffle his hair. It's so soft...and pretty...god, his face is pretty too....ew I need to stop! Frank is my student! And he's a complete ass! He probably has a cute ass too..Ugh. I hate myself.

*Frank's P.O.V*
I smacked Mr.Way's hand away from me. He's such a pain in the ass. "I hate you." I mumble under my breath. What's his problem? Damn. "4 hours." He sang as he danced his way to his desk. Fucking faggot.

I heard Pete giggle beside me. "What's so funny?" I hiss. "You are Frank." He says as he tries to catch his breath. "Can you believe this cunt?" I ask barely above a whisper so Mr.Way doesn't give me an extra hour. I internally groan.Now, I'm scared of him? Fuck.

"He looks like a nice dude Frank." Pete says as he starts to doodle on the desk with his Sharpie. I let out a sarcastic laugh. "Whatever." I mumble. "What was that Frank?" Mr.Way asked smirking. God, I hate him. "N-nothing sir."I say nervously. Mr.Way let out a pleased hum in response. How am I supposed to survive my senior year now that I have to deal with him? Ugh.

(A/N This is my first student/teacher fic! I've been wanting to make one for the longest but, I've always been really lazy. But now I'm a addict to coffee which means i'll be updating this alot. I hope you guys liked the first chapter of Wallflower❤
-Lia chan)