NO SIGNAL // FRERARD

nineteen

 A sigh left Frank Iero's mouth as he sat alone in the cafeteria. He had a few friends, he called them his friends at least. They spent most their time out getting drunk to no end at parties or bunking off school. In front of him was his textbook, if he had no lunch he may as well study a bit for his next lesson.

It was a boring lunchtime to say the least. He was hungry and he really wanted to eat. And Gerard was in a lecture apparently so that meant they couldn't chat.

The words on the page made vague sense to Frank as he read through it, trying to make vague notes about it. He wasn't paying attention at all to the time either.

The words soon became jumbled and he tried to concentrate harder but it simply didn't work, which irritated him to no end and heck, it almost upset him. What upset him more when he saw his textbook getting pushed onto the floor and his head being pushed into the desk from behind.

Frank let out a surprised noise, his arms quickly pushing back and turning around to see the group of guys who had pushed his head.

Oh. Pete Wentz and his gang of dudes. How lovely.

Frank groaned a little and glared at them.

"What the hell?" Frank muttered, his eyes narrowing as he picked up his textbook and quickly put it inside his bag and slung it across his shoulder. He then hurriedly stood up and backed away from them.

It was Pete Wentz, a guy called Jordan, someone called Johnny and this other guy called Ronnie. Maybe, names were a little rusty on him when he didn't particularly care about them.

A short laugh erupted from Pete,

"Oh, Frank. How're you?" Pete practically cooed, taking a step forward to the shorter male.

"I am good, thank you. How are you, Pete?" Frank spat out lowly, he hated the four of them and wanted them away from him.

"I'm lovely, just wondering. Are your grades still slipping?" Pete asked with a sickly sweet smile on his face.

There was a moment of silence as Frank's face set into a firm mask of emotion. He knew what Pete was referencing and talking about and that was something no one was allowed to talk about or treat like just something that happened yesterday.

"Not as low as your standards, asshole."