Boarding School for the Broken (Frerard/MCR)

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" And that's the bell, you are dismissed." I immediately stand at his words, and rush out of the classroom. What's my next class?

Social Studies, 214. Okay.

I stumble down the stairs, shoving past people who are obviously trying to shove me over the edge of the railing. The bottom of the stairs is visible, but some dickhead decides to help me out by shoving me down the remainder of the stairs. How thought full. I push off the ground and run off down the hallway. 210...212...214! Okay.... Okaayyy!

I slam through the door. An unpleasant looking woman with black hair looks at me sharply. I struggle to catch my breath, trying to reach her cold gaze.

" Hello. Take your seat Mister......?"

"Iero."

" Yes well, sit. Your seat is in the back." She points to the seat beside the window in the back corner. I nod, panting and stumble to my seat. I receive dirty glares from my dear old classmates. I slump over in my seat, my shoulders hunching over as I draw on my binder.

I'm halfway through The Misfits skull, when a ruler slaps my desk harshly, catching my wrist in the crossfire. I yelp and my gaze shoots up to Ms. Adler's displeased facial expression.

" Pay attention, or next time you won't be so lucky." She growls, circling the room until she reaches the board. The class collectively giggles, shooting me amused looks. I roll my eyes and rest my head on my folded arms. I'm staring blankly at the front of me, my eyes become heavy and slip shut.

•••

" Frank? What are you doing! The period's over get up!" Gerard shakes me, making me shoot up from my desk.

" oh shit! Cmon....uhmm What do you have next?" I ask him, running my fingers through my hair. He smirks at me.

" Who cares?" He mumbles taking a few steps toward me. I furrow my eyebrows.

" Wha? We need to go to-"

" Shhh, don't worry. Would I get you in trouble?" I thought for a second and nod. He rolled his eyes and backed me up against the counter near the window. I blink at him.

" What are you-!" He cuts me off with his lips that capture my own, shutting off my words. I freeze, soon relaxing.

I thread his hair through my fingers, l

Pulling lightly on the strands until he let me switch our positions. He sits up on the window sill, tangling his spidery fingers in my hair. My hands hover around his waist, I place them gently on his hips.

He separates our lips, only to leave small kisses on my jawline and neck. I wrap his black locks between my fingers and let out a small moan. He hums as I lift his head up by his chin.

I press our lips together again and move to stand between his legs. I kiss his jaw and nudge his cheek with my nose. Gerard pulls me closer, pressing his face into the crook of my neck, pecking my skin lightly. I take hold on the bottom hem of his shirt, just about to lift it over his head and-RIIINNGG

I jerk my head off of my arm-pillow. Fuck...was that a fucking dream. Ms. Adler claps her hands together, making the room of teenagers flinch and return to their chairs.

" You will leave when you are dismissed. Iero. You go first." I stand quickly, sweeping my things off the desk and rushing into the hall. I hold my books at waist level for...obvious reasons. I try to hide my discomfort and rush to the bathroom.

I check that nobody is inside the small, echoey room. Nope. The lock clicks shut when I turn it, and I step into one of the stalls.

•••

I unlock the bathroom door, and slip out. Somehow, I made it before the late bell rang. Alright, math.

I rush to the classroom, turning the door handle this time rather then slamming into a door. Ha. Ms. Jo grins at me.

" Sit where you'd like. Frank is it? You're new, yes?" I nod, rushing to the back of the room and flinging myself into a desk. I slump over the battered wood surface. God dammit, Frank! You just had to go and find yet another guy to drool over. Besides, Gerard doesn't like you. He's probably super fucking straight anyway.

Fuck me.... Actually don't because that won't help anything.

I bump my head on the desk and sit. If I'm gonna be roommates with Gerard, I gotta be creative.

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