Hate •Frerard•

Chapter II

Today is the first day of high school for Mikey and I. We have repeated the same grades over and over again for almost twenty years now. It's like a living hell, but since we have been repeating them, we know almost everything in the system.

I was walking down the hall way with Mikey glued to my side. With our schedule in hand, we were walking to our first period. We parted ways down the hall once I reached my classroom. It was full of student that looked like they're life was drained from them, I can relate on a physical scale. I walked to one of the last empty seats and sat down. I got out my equipment and waited for the rest of the students to pile in. With my glare out the window to my right, I didn't really pay attention to who came in and sat around me. The teacher started to talk, but I just drawn out his voice. I think his name was Mr.Lewis, all I know is that he teaches US History.

I felt someone's gaze on me, I turned my head toward the burning sensation in my skull. I looked over and saw a small framed boy with short choppy black hair, almost a mohawk. He was staring daggers right into me, he didn't even look away when I gave a weird look. I could tell he already hated me, wouldn't be the first. I stared back at him raising an eyebrow as he just rolled his eyes and looked away pissed. What was this guy's problem?

"Mr. Way?", I heard Mr.Lewis's firm voice call out.

"Yes", I answered back.

"When was Martin Luther King's assassination?", he asked.

"April 4, 1968", I answered back almost immediately.

"Very good, and welcome to my class room", he said back to moving on to the next student to interrogate.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see that boy glaring at me with more hate. Really, what does this kid have against me?

After the long boring class was over, I went to pack up my stuff to go out, but was stopped by the boy.

"I know what you are", he said to me with hatred in his eyes.

"Excuse me?", I asked looking at him like he was a lunatic.

"I know what you are motherfucker, you're a vampire", you said with venom lacing his ever word.

"Vampire?", I almost laughed looking at him, "Okay, what's next, my brother's a werewolf?" I grabbed my stuff and walked pass him, but he follows me. He walks out in front of me forcing me to stop.

"I'm not joking!", he says roughly, clearly aggravated.

I watched as his left eye started to glow red. This in returner made my eyes turn into their turn monstrous state. I quickly blinked making them return to the hazel lies they showed. I guiltily looked at him in his raging hazel eyes.

"I fucking knew it", he said almost growling, "You're a true blood."

"Okay, what's your fucking deal?", I asked getting irritated.

"My deal is you," he said frowning his eyebrows at me, "The first time I catch you feeding on someone, you're dead."

He walked off to his classroom and I did the same to mine. 'God, this sal be fun.' I thought to myself sighing.

Four periods have past and it was time for lunch. I walked to the cafeteria quickly finding Mikey sitting at a table with three other boys. I walked over to him and sat down with him.

"Hey Mikes", I said as I sat down.

"And who is this Mikey?", a boy with floppy brown hair and a few tattoos asked.

"Oh, this is my brother Gerard, Gerard this is Pete and Ryan", Mikey said introducing us.

We gave a quick wave to one another as Pete and Mikey continued their conversation about basses. I decided to lay my head down for a bit looking around the room I was in, until someone sat down in front of me. I looked up at them and it was none other than the boy from before. He gave both me and my brother death glares. 'Someone's on their man period.' I thought to myself making me smile a little.

"Frank, this is Gerard and Mikey", Pete told him winking at bit at Mikey. 'Of course leave it to my brother to get laid.' I thought to myself feeling uncomfortable.

"Hi", Frank said bluntly with a fake smile that dropped as fast as it appeared.

Feeling a little petty and bored, I decided to talk to the Frankie boy, "So Frank, you like The Killers?" I gestured toward his shirt hoping he would at least talk back.

"Yeah, I wouldn't have the shirt if I didn't", he said cocking his head to side fixing his glare on me.

'God, he's really an ass.' I thought to myself finding myself studying his face. He had a nose ring and a lip ring, they both complemented his features well. I've noticed he would play with his lip ring if he was thinking hard. His black fringe would curl around his eye on one side which wasn't a bad look for him. He had a really strong jaw line, but not as strong as my brother's. His eyebrows were almost perfectly even.

"What?", Frank said harshly noticing that I was staring him.

"Oh, um, nothing", I said back looking down blushing a little. 'Wait blushing!' I thought mentally slapping myself. 'I can't get a crush on this kid.' I thought scolding myself.

Mikey grabbed my arm beside me forcing his thoughts into my head so we could talk in private. It's a little gift us vampires have.

"Awe Gerard, do you like this kid?", Mikey asked in the back of my mind.

"What no", I said back to him telepathically giving him a death glare.

"Mhmm, okay. Whatever you say", he said back smirking at me a bit.

I took my combat boot and slammed it down on his foot beside mine under the table. I heard him make a little noise beside me and he let go of my arm, grabbing his foot instead. Pete gave us a weird look questioning what was going on. Mikey just gave me a death glare in return. Frank was smirking about the whole ordeal, looked at me with a smile. 'So he can be happy.' I thought mentally smiling. 'His smile is actually nice.' Yet again, I mentally scolded myself think that dreadful thought. 'Today is going to be a long day.' I thought as the bell rung for fifth period.