Frank Iero x Reader: New

Chapter 2

I wake up to the sound of an alarm clock beeping. Ugh, so annoying. I turn it off, and get out of bed. I go to the kitchen with half-open eyes and prepare myself for the journey of finding the coffee. But before I start my search, I see a note on the counter. It says, Good morning, (Y/N). I made you some coffee.

Aww. Dad's so sweet. Well, he probably saved me some after making some for himself. Still, it's sweet. I pour myself a cup, stir in the creamer, and drink it while brushing my hair and watching TV. After I finish my cup, I brush my teeth and wash my face. I put on a little bit of makeup, and of course eyeliner under my eyes.

I put on a Green Day shirt, black jeans, and my favorite hoodie that zips up. I put on my black combat boots. (LyK oMg I'm So EdGy. :^')) I eat toast until it's time to go.

When I finish, I grab my backpack with all my school stuff in it and walk outside. Dad gave me the key to the house before we moved here, so I'm good. I start walking the way Dad told me to get to school, then realize how tired I am. I went to bed early and drank coffee. I'm still tired?

Then, I tripped over a rock.

I hit the pavement hard. "Uggghh," I groaned. I didn't want to get up. I took my backpack off of my shoulders and rested my head on top of it. I close my eyes. I could just lay here for a little while. I have time.

So tired... Why do I hear footsteps?

Someone's approaching. I can hear them. They're right behind me.

Then they stop. I open my eyes and turn my head to the left. There's a face in front of mine. The face is confused.

Then I get confused, too. It's the cute guy I saw at the store. "Umm... What are you doing?" he asks. I sigh. "I tripped over a rock. I'm tired, so let me lay here for a moment." He covers his hand with his mouth, and I hear him laugh. Sure, it's funny.

"Let me stay here with you. It's a dangerous neighborhood," he says. I scoff. "I can take care of myself," I say. "Continue going wherever you are going." He looks at me, then says, "I think we're going to the same place." He points at my backpack, then at his. I nod.

He sits down on the pavement. "So, why did you move here?" he asks. "Sorry. I don't feel like talking right now. I'm laying here to get rest," I say. "Oh. Sorry," he says. "Not a morning person?" I shake my head, then close my eyes.

After a couple of minutes, he pats my shoulder.

"What," I ask. But it actually sounds more like a statement then a question. "We gotta get going," he says. "Ugggghhh," I groan and slowly get up. "Let's go," I say grumpily. "Damn. Haven't had your coffee yet?" he asks. "I did," I say. "Wow," he says.

"So...what's your name?" he asks.

"(Y/N). You?"

"Frank," he replies. "Okay. Hi, Frank. I think I saw you at the store. I caught you staring at me, and then you hid behind a shelf," I say.

Frank's cheeks go a deep pink. It's kinda cute. "Oh...Sorry," he says, embarrassed. "It's okay. I don't care," I say. We continue to walk side-by-side in silence. "Are we almost there?" I ask. "Almost," Frank replies. "So, when did you move here?"

"Yesterday," I say. He turns to me, "Really?" he asks in surprise. I nod. "Wow. You must be tired." I nod and say,"I am. But I thought you already knew that."

"You wanna be friends?" Frank asks. I feel my eyes go wide. I haven't been asked that question in years. "Yes," I say. "Cool. You can hang out with me and my friends. I think they'll be cool with you. And I like your shirt," he says. "Oh," I say. "Thanks." Frank nods.

"Who's your homeroom teacher?" he asks. "Uhmm... Mr. Biersack, I think his name was(I'M SORRY IF YOU'RE A BVB FAN. I DIDN'T MEAN TO TRIGGER YOU. I'M SORRY IF I DID. IT WAS JUST ALL I COULD THINK OF)," I say. "Aww. Mine is Ms. Purdy. I mean Mr. Purdy. Sorry. He just looks so much like a girl(SORRY AGAIN)," he says. "And please don't fall in love with Mr. Biersack. He's super hot."

I laugh. "Sorry. I don't go for teachers," I say. Frank laughs too. "Good! I'm glad you don't," he says.

"One of my friends are in your class. His name is Mikey. I'll introduce you to him and the others," Frank says. "Okay," I say. Finally, we were at the school. "Yay! We're finally here!" I say. "Yeah. My friends are over there," Frank says, pointing to three guys standing in front of a tree. Frank waves frantically. One of them sees Frank, then points at him and says something to the others. They turn and wave at Frank. Then they see me.

They just look at me for a moment, then two of them give Frank cheesy grins. The other one doesn't smile and continues staring at me.

"Come on," Frank says to me, and starts walking toward his friends. I follow him. He arrives and hugs his friends one by one. "Who's this, Frank?" One asks, grinning. "Yeah, Frank. Who's this?" Another one with a fro says. The last one stays silent. I guess silence is his thing or something like that.

"This is (Y/N). She moved here yesterday," Frank says. One holds out his hand. "I'm Gerard. I like your shirt," Gerard says. I shake his hand. "Hi, Gerard. Thanks," I reply. The one with the fro holds out his hand and says,"Hi, (Y/N). I'm Ray. Nice to meet you," he says, smiling sweetly. I shake his hand and smile because he's nice. "Hi, Ray," I say.

The last one holds out his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Mikey," he says. I shake his hand and say,"Hi, Mikey." I let go of Mikey's hand, and Frank asks,"Do you want me to show you where your class is?"

I shake my head. "No. It's okay," I say. "I can follow Mikey when he goes. You said we had the same homeroom teacher, right?" Frank nods. "Yeah," he says. Disappointment was written all over his face. Why?

"Take care of (Y/N)," Frank says to Mikey. Mikey nods. "Let's go," Mikey says. "Okay," I say, and follow him behind.

In the halls, Mikey says to me,"It's best to walk next to me." I nod and go next to him. Some girls walk by. They look at me then giggle and whisper to each other. "Ugh," I say out loud. "Annoying."

"What is it?" Mikey asks. Then I realize I said that out loud. When I'm annoyed, it's obvious I'm annoyed. "Oh. It's just some annoying girls," I say. Miley nods and walks through a door, and I follow behind. It was our homeroom classroom.

"You want to sit next to me?" he asks. I nod and say,"Sure." Mikey sits down in the corner of the back of the room and I sit next to him. Then I notice our teacher standing at the front, checking his watch.

Damn. Frank was right. Mr. Biersack is hot. Is it even legal for him to be a teacher? He looks up from his watch and sighs. He has the face of an angel. But he's not my style. "Our teacher is super hot," I whisper to Mikey. "Good thing I don't go for teachers. I'll save him for someone else." Mikey laughs with his mouth close again, then stops and bites his lip. It's so cute.

"You're cute," I say. "Huh?" he says. I realize what I just said, and hear a bell ring before I could give him an explanation.

"Class is starting," Mikey whispers to me. "Okay," I whisper back.
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Hey. So, you're actually walking to school. Not riding the bus. I went back to chapter one and fixed it. Sorry frens. Sorry if it sucked. I'm actually in Italy right now, but I live in the United States. I wrote this after walking five freaking miles. But that's no excuse for this chapter's suckiness. And yes, I am aware that "suckiness" is not a word. I hope you enjoyed this crap. Thanks for reading(if anyone even read this). And I'm writing a lot because that's all I did on the plane ride and at the hotel. And thank you FrnkIero_Is_HereXOXO for voting on the first chapter. It means a lot to me. K, I'm going to bed, it's like 11:14 here. Goodnight frens.

-Carlie