Let's Make This Last Forever // Frerard - REWRITE IN PROGRESS

Chapter Six

Language Arts finally rolled around after lunch. I sat in the third row of desks from the back, right next to Pete. I also had this class with Billie and his friends, but that I could just ignore for now. They didn't make any moves to hurt me yet, so that was good. I just had to watch out for the future.

"So how's your day so far?" Pete asked. His brown eyes roamed the room, glancing from desk to desk.

"It's been fine," I shrugged, following his gaze. "Billie hates my guts."

Pete nodded as he smoothed down his fringe with his fingers. "I'd be careful if I were you, Frank. The last kid that interacted with Billie in a way he didn't like..." He then made a cutting motion over his throat.

"He died?!" I gasped, which earned us a few concerned head turns from around the room.

He shook his head. "No, no, but he was hospitalized. Almost everything was broken."

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. "Well that's better than being beaten to death by someone who's on, like, meth or something, right?"

"If you think so, sure," he shrugged. "I don't know. I want to die so I can't really relate." He went to crack his knuckles, but failed, so he rested them on his desk in defeat. "Anyway, what were you talking to him about at lunch?"

"I just asked him why he hated me so much," I replied, "which was honestly terrifying. I thought he was going to kiss me."

The eyelinered boy snorted, "Not everyone thinks of you that way, Frankie."

"No, no, shut up," I punched him in the shoulder playfully. "I legit thought we were going to kiss. He just put his face really close to mine and asked if I wanted to fuck him."

He snorted even harder, "What?"

"I don't even know, man!" I put my head in my hands in confusion and irritation. "He either wants to fuck me or wants me to fuck him! And I don't want to do any of those things!"

As if on cue, my name was called by someone sitting in the back row of desks. I turned around to see Billie and a gang of friends, all scary looking, all taking up the back row, and all staring at me. They all then made kissy faces and smooching noises in my direction as Billie winked while licking his lips "seductively".

I turned back to Pete. "See?"

"Jesus," he giggled. "I'm pretty sure he has a girlfriend, but alright then. By the way, is there anyone you do like?"

I gave him a weird look. It was a weird question to ask, but I answered anyway. "No, not really. I mean, I haven't seen anyone really that would be appealing, I guess. Well, maybe like one or two people, but it's not a full crush yet."

"I think if anything, you should like Gerard," Pete said. "He seems to like you, dude. Well, as a friend, but still. He's a cool guy, and he's taken a liking to you."

I was about to ask him to build onto what he just said, but the teacher then walked in, cutting me off. He was very tall, bald, and carried a large briefcase while wearing a suit and tie. He stopped at the front of the room as another tall guy followed. The latter was clearly a student. Even though he had an authority look and feel to him, his face made him look very young. He had a head full of hair, wore a bulky black business suit, and held his hands behind his back like some sort of formal teacher.

"Good afternoon, class," the teacher, Mr. Mist spoke. "First off, as the leading grade teacher, I must introduce a new student that will be joining us for the rest of the year. He just moved here from Italy! So, everyone, say 'Ciao' to Frank Iero!"