Why does this happen to me? (frerard)

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"So hi. My name is Gerard way and I just moved here from Chicago..." The teacher gestured the pale boy to go on, "Umm... I like d&d, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, and Croquet, I can't swim, I can't dance, and I don't know karate." The boy said awkwardly.

I swear I heard Ronnie Radke, the school's asshole, say "Face it, he's never gonna make it."

"I don't think he wants to make it" a student Whispered back.

That was quite rude, he doesn't even know Gerard, like what the fuck?

"Okay Gerard, you can sit..." She paused and glared at the seat next to me. "There, you can sit there." She said as she pointed at the seat next to me in the very back of the classroom.

Gerard Was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a nirvana shirt with a leather jacket and to top that off, he was wearing eyeliner.

I've got to admit, he was pretty attractive.

I my train of thought was cut off by the sight of Gerard.
"Uh- h-Hi, my name is Frank." I said shyly.

"Hi." We both shook hands, I realized that his hands were cold to the touch.

The rest of class went by fast. I didn't really pay attention to the lesson, I was too busy watching Gerard take notes; that cute fucker.

Finally, the bell rang, dismissing us. Since I usually get beaten up by random jocks, I try to blend in. It never works.

"Hey faggot! Ready to get your ass beat!?" Bert yelled.

"Oh fuck off, Bert! Don't you have anything better to do?" I reply, stepping up to the taller jock. He then punches me in the face. I cover my nose and feel red liquid pouring from my nose.

Great.
Just fucking great.

But oh no, Bert doesn't stop there. He then kicks my ribs, knocking me out of breath. I fall to the floor and he continues to kick the shit out of me.

By now, tears are pouring down my face, and I have brusies everywhere. Then, Bert stops. He looks down at me and smirks at the crying mess he has made me. He then Grabs me by my neck and shoves me into a random locker.

I bang on the locker door, hoping someone can hear me. I'm pretty sure no one is in the hallway right now.
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I've been banging on the locker for a while now so,I finally give up banging on the locker. I wonder who's locker this is? I look around and notice that this locker is empty. Well, besides me being inside.

I then hear footsteps coming towards the locker.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

I then hear the person jump back, startled.

"Um yeah, let me put in the combination." The person said. I then hear the door open. Me, being the idiot that I am, falls out of the locker, face- first.

"Frank?" I hear the person say. I then notice that it was the new kid, Gerard Way.

"A-are you okay?" He says, noticing all of my injuries.

I stand up and dust my jeans, "Yeah I'm fine, this happens to me on a regular basis."

Gerard looks at me, up and down, examining the blood on my face.
"Cmon" Gerard says.

"Uhh- where are we going?", I say, blushing, as Gerard grabs my hand.

"To the bathroom, you have blood all over your face" I notice that his eyes look a bit red, but I'm not 100% sure.

AN: Whoa, this chapter is shorter than Frank. Well, I'm probably going to do the next chapter in Gerard's pov . Anyways, I hope you enjoy! the next chapter will hopefully be longer than this.

- Jessi