We're Chasing The Sun (Frerard)

Chapter 17

Gerard let out a chortle and blocked his mouth with his palm, dropping his gaze to the floor as Frank exited the classroom with the pink detention slip in his hand. He stared at Gerard tight-lipped and fixedly, trying to resist the urge to launch at him and kiss him passionately in front of the teacher's eyes in revenge. He should embarrass him back; it was all his fault, after all.

Gerard couldn't hold it in anymore; he burst into laughter.

"This is unfair," Frank grumbled and groaned, wanting to tear the pink piece of paper to shreds. Well, he would, but not in front of a teacher. More so, not in front of the teacher he'd just had in detention. That would grant him another lovely pink detention slip. "This is all your fault!" he pointed at Gerard, pouting.

"My fault?" Gerard scoffed incredulously and waved his hand sardonically. "Oh, please. You were the one cackling like mad in class."

"Well, that wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for your Mister Charming! I couldn't help it!" Frank replied defensively and groaned again. Gerard slid his arm through his and began ambling out of the building. Frank felt the need to point out, "We're the last to leave school today. Because of your prince, Mr. Anderson, damn it."

Gerard shrugged. "Eh. The dude's put up with you the past three weeks. He was going to put you in detention eventually, you should've seen it coming. Hell, I saw it coming and I told you, didn't I?"

"I haven't been cackling like that every single week. It was only because him giving you his phone number was so fucking hilarious. And, anyway, do you know how he reasoned it? Wanna see what I had to show the teacher in detention? Your prince literally wrote 'hysterical laughter', that's the incident. Woe is me; the guy in detention was scrutinizing me all the damn time. I'm not a lunatic!" Frank supported and whipped out the detention slip to show Gerard.

"Hysterical laughter, huh? Guess I was right, then. You did sound like a dying fox," Gerard shrugged nonchalantly, hearing Frank groan again. Frank went on supporting that it was all Gerard's fault, and all Gerard did was giggle back, amused. 

The Anderson-guy had given Gerard his pop-quiz back, all graded and with a smiley in red pen in the end, along with a sticky-note attached, where the guy's number was written on. Risqué but also hilarious. Frank had burst out laughing maniacally and was eventually asked to leave the room. 

And yet he still claimed that he wasn't at all to blame. 

"It looks like he's desperately trying to get fired. Test out the school supervisor or something. Like, what is he going to do next?" Frank dropped his surly gaze to the floor, folding his arms. Gerard, beaming, nudged him in the ribs. He was ready to throw him a smart remark, all planned-out in his head, when he suddenly noticed their friends outside. 

On a bench, Bob was sitting cross-legged, and Ray had folded his arms, head bowed so that his hair was covering his face.

The blond boy raised his arm and waved at Frank and Gerard. "Do you have a lighter?!" he shouted irrelevantly, cupping his hands around his mouth. Frank and Gerard frowned at each other. 

"Where's Mikey?" Gerard asked instead, scouting around but not detecting his brother. Mikey had probably ditched them again; he did that a lot recently, without bothering to inform Gerard. It pissed him off, but he wasn't going to say anything. He and Frank walk toward Ray and Bob. 

"And whatcha need a lighter for?" Frank said.

"Oh, never mind, I'm sure Ray learned his lesson now. Anyway, how was detention?" Bob changed the subject questionably. In fact, it looked rather deliberate, as if he was trying to hide Ray's scowl with a sheet. Needless to say, it didn't work at all. Gerard raised an eyebrow.