Bullied || Gerard Way x Reader

♡ Marie ♡

* Frank's POV * (Woah new pov)

(Y/N) and Gerard weren't at school today because of the wine cellar fiasco, so me, Mikey, Erica and Ray all hung out without them.

"Um, Frank?" A familiar voice called out. I turned to see Marie. She didn't look too happy.

"Yeah?" I asked, giving a concerned look. "I...I um...I don't think....I don't think we...will work out." Marie stuttered. "Wait...are you breaking up with me?" I asked harshly.

"Y-Yeah...I'm sorry..." She muttered. I sat there in shock. What did she mean we would work out?! We were literally doing just fucking fine!

"Why?" I asked. "I....I..." She muttered. Her eyes were welling up with tears. "I'm gay." She whispered. My eyes widened.

"You're gay? As in...you like girls?" I asked. "What other gay is there?" She replied. "Were you...cheating on me? With a girl?" I asked.

"Um....yeah....I was..." She whimpered. "How long?" I asked. "Before we started dating..." She muttered. "So I'm the side bitch here??" I screamed. "I....Yeah...but...it was only because I was curious." She replied.

"But yeah...I figured myself out, so....no hard feelings?" Marie asked.

No. There will be hard feelings. Gay or not, you just harshly fucking dumped me in front of my friends.

"No." I muttered. "W-What? Wait, no, I understand." She whimpered, turning to leave.

I sat there, staring at the floor as she walked away, towards a girl with short dark blue hair. I'm guessing that's her new girlfriend. My replacement.

I didn't move. I didn't cry. I didn't do anything. I just stood there. Not speaking a word. "Dude....You okay?" Ray asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"No. I'm not okay." I replied. (Ayyy)

"Frankie..?" I heard Erica whisper. I turned to face her. "She was whore anyway." Erica said.

Then, her facial expression turned evil and diabolic. "I think...we should repay her." She muttered, with a huge grin on her face.

"You're evil...I like that." I smiled. Ray and Mikey just sighed and went along with it.

"So, I have a plan." Erica said, pulling out a sketchbook. She began mapping out the entire fucking school. How did she even-

"So, I heard she drew something really good for the decoration for prom. I think we should....tamper with it a bit." Erica smiled, raising up a giant black marker, and a container full of blue paint.

"And...we should sign her girlfriend's name on it, so she'll think she did it." Erica continued. This plan was so evil, but she fucking deserved every bit of it.

How did Erica even come up with such an awesome plan within like 5 minutes?

"So, during class, we'll sneak into the art room, pour black paint on it, and right 'I know what you did, signed....'" Erica paused. "What even IS her girlfriends name?" Erica asked.

"Max." Mikey said. "How do you know that?" I asked. "She's in my math class." He replied.

"Very nice...So, you guys in?" Erica asked. "FUCK YEAH!" I yelled. "Fuck no." Mikey and Ray said in unison.

"Comoooon, don't be such square bears." Erica laughed. "We don't want to get expelled, unlike you two." Mikey said.

"I want to go to a good college, so." Ray laughed. "Whatever, you guys are pussies." Erica yelled.

"I bet if (Y/N) was here, she'd totally be in." Erica muttered, pouting her lips. "Yeah, but she's fucking Gee right now, so." I laughed.

"These jokes about them give me life." She laughed, brushing some of her blonde hair away from her face.

"Comon, we have setting up to do." I said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to the empty gymnasium.

"So...is this where proms gonna be held?" Erica asked. "Yeah. Its probably gonna suck ass." I laughed. "For real." She replied.

"Hey Frankie, wanna hear a special talent of mine?" Erica smiled. "Yeah, what is it?" I asked.

"I can copy people's handwriting." She smiled. Fuck yes! That'll make this plan even easier!

"I just need a sample of Max ' s handwriting..." Erica muttered. "Let's go find some!" I exclaimed. "I think we should check her sketchbook in the art room." I continued.

"Good idea." Erica smiled, sprinting down the hallway. The hallways were surprisingly empty, class probably stared already.

We made our way to the art room, and tried opening the door. "Shit, it's locked." Erica muttered under her breath. "Let's go find a master key." She smiled.

"Usually master keys are with the janitor, so we better check the janitors closet." Erica said, skipping violently down the hallway. Her blonde hair was bouncing in sync as she skipped.

"Good, the doors open, comon Frankie!" She whispered. "I don't think Brendon would approve of this door being open." I sighed. "What?" She asked, turning to look at me.

"Nothing." I replied quickly. Do you hear that? I think that's the sound of the fourth wall breaking. Actually it broke a long time ago to be honest.

Erica carefully walked into the closet and looked around before leaping up and grabbing something. "I got it!' She whisper-yelled, jumping into the air in victory.

We both danced our way down the hallway, back over to the art room. Hanging with Erica all day has been really fun, I've almost completely lost my depression from our break up!

It'll all be gone once this scheme is in place.

Erica turned and clicked open the art room door with the master key, and skipped inside.

We looked around before seeing a large poster. It was signed by Marie. That was the poster we were gonna demolish.

"Before we completely wreck this shit poster, we need to find Max's sketchbook." Erica smiled, walking towards a huge shelf filled with sketchbooks.

She examined each one, before pulling out a dark blue book with 'Max Green ♡' written on it. "Jackpot." Erica smiled.

She opened up the book and completely roasted the hell out of each drawing. And I thought I was savage.

Then, she found a page with a poem written on it. "Roses are red, violet's are blue, don't worry dear, everybody loves you! -Max" Erica read.

"This shit is too cheesy." She scoffed, tearing the poem out of the book. She then pulled out two thick brushes, and the container of paint.

She handed me a brush, before smiling at me. "Let's give this bitch what she deserves." Erica smiled.

"That bitch wanted to make you a side hoe, I'll kick her on the side.....hoe." Erica laughed.

I laughed, and began splattering blue paint all over her poster. Erica danced around like a ballerina as she splattered paint everywhere.

But, she was careful not to get paint on her, so they wouldn't know it was us. Then, after the entire poster was covered in blue paint, Erica wrote "I knew what you did whore. -Max"

She copied down her signature, and cleaned off the brushes and threw away the paint container.

We got rid of all evidence, and sprinted outside the art room. Erica locked the doors, and we made our way to the gymnasium, since it was almost time for gym class anyway.

"That was really fun." Erica smiled. "Yeah, that was evil as hell but I loved it." I laughed. "Yeah...I've actually never done anything that evil before." Erica confessed.

"Really? You seemed so....experienced." I laughed. " I KNOW RIGHT! I was just thinking and this one idea just hatched in my head." She yelled.

"That was genius thinking." I smiled. "Why thank you Frankie-"

'RING!' The bell rang, signaling the time for gym class. Erica smiled, and we walked to gym class together.