I'm Not O-Fucking-Kay (Frerard)

[Chapter 6]

I'm Not O-Fucking-Kay.

FRANK.

Class with Gerard was going to start up soon, half of me was worried about how Gerard was holding up and the other half of me was panicking that he was going to start ignoring me.

It was obvious that Gerard was embarrassed by his actions by how he always hung his head as we walked past each other in the hallway and how his pale cheeks glowed red. And the way he had ran out of the room, I knew he was ashamed.

Though Gerard regrets what he done- probably- and wishes he could just rewind and delete what he done, I didn't care about it. As long as I didn't get in trouble for what he done, I was fine. It didn't matter.

Gerard was just a troubled child that needed to find his way along in the world. And so if that included kissing a guy that was about eight years older than him then so be it.

A few kids came into the class, heading to their seats and chatting with each other and taking out sheets of paper or notepads or a folder full of notes. As more and more people arrived, I started feeling a little on edge.

Nearly everyone was in the class, the two seats at the back of the class were still empty, but none others.

I frowned.

I was pretty sure that there was another student that had sat up near the front but now there wasn't a space left. Wasn't it... That Brendon kid? The one with the glasses? Was he hanging around with Gerard now? When did they become friends?

Or was it sheer coincidence that Gerard was late and Brendon wasn't in today? Was Brendon even in today? "Alright, quiet down for a few moments whilst I do the register." I stood at the front of the class as they completely settled and quietened enough for me to do the register.

My eyes scanned it first quickly, noticing Brendon was in for both registration and first period just as Gerard was, but they were both late to my lesson? Maybe they were bumping from my class? Was Gerard really that ashamed of himself and what he done?

I got halfway down the list, coming up to Brendon and Gerard's name when they both decided that it was time for them to come to class, Brendon swinging the door open and holding his arms in the air, a proud smile on his face.

"Sorry we're late, Sir. Gerard wasn't looking too good so i wanted to go to the toilets first in case anything came up." Brendon smiled at me and let Gerard go before him.

He was right, Gerard did look a little on the pale side but he did yesterday, I think it was his natural colour.

It was obvious that they were lying and that they were up to something else but was it my place to actually force the truth out of them when I didn't have any form of proof that what they were doing was bad? I didn't want to look like a dick to Gerard.

I nodded in reply to Brendon and marked them in on the register, not putting it down as a late, "I'll come over to to you in a moment."

Brendon made his way to the back desk with Gerard, ignoring stares that he received for being friends with Gerard and smiled at a few people on the way, waving at a boy closer to the back, Dallon I think his name is.

"So guys, just continue with thinking up some ideas for this song, whether it be the lyrics, guitars, drums, pianos, remember you can work in pairs, threes, fours, whatever. As long as you're able to perform it." I smiled and some people began to talk in groups.

I cleared my throat, drawing the attention back, "I also have another thing for you guys to look forwards to." I gave a smile as some of the kids perked up and paid more attention while others just continued to stare at me, bored. Way to make me feel uneasy, teenagers.