Now - A Frerard Fanfiction

Chapter 5 - Lockers

I was woken up by a ear splitting crash.

"what the fuck was that?" I shout, sitting straight up. "sorry Frankie" a voice says. I turn towards the sound and see Gerard leaning against the door frame smirking. "I just presumed you were already up." I groan loudly. I'm not an easy person to deal with In the mornings, especially if you are a sarcastic little bastard like Gerard. "What's the time" I mumble, half to myself. "five to 9" he says curtly, that ever present smirk growing wider, I take a moment to work out why he's finding this so funny before realising "My first class starts in 5 minutes!" I glare at Gerard, rushing around my ridiculously messy room in a search for some actual clean clothes, "why didn't you wake me up" I ask him, picking up the cleanest looking pair of jeans from my floor. "why would i?" he threw his head back and laughed obnoxiously loud, I sighed in frustration "you're unbelievable" I mutter, pulling my shirt off and throwing it behind me, I began to dig through my wardrobe, hunting through my many band shirts for a reasonably clean one. I decide on an old green day shirt, the logo so faded that you could hardly read it. "Why aren't you at school anyway?" i say accusingly, putting on the new shirt and picking up my favourite black hoodie from my bed, making my way to the door, "I don't have an art lesson until after lunch" he says, his eyes following me as i walk to the bathroom. "But you still have other lessons before then." i try to say, but it proved difficult with my toothbrush in my mouth, "what?" Gerard narrowed his eyes, "i said you still have lessons before then" i reply bitterly, picking up my eyeliner pencil from the counter. Gerard burst into laughter again, "you wear makeup?!" he spluttered, his laugh just as loud and irritating as before. "Yes" i grit my teeth, looking into the dimly lit mirror and messily outlining my eyes, not caring if it smudges. "It makes you look like a girl" he said, his laughter beginning to subside."Says you Gerard,You look like a girl, with or without makeup" i spit back, washing the remnants of dry blood from my face. "How's your nose Frank?" He didn't let me answer, "Would you like a black eye to go with it?" he literally growled, his large hand grasping my neck and slamming my head against the sink. i groan in pain holding my head in my hands, "What the fuck Gerard?!" i hiss, looking at the mirror to see the damage. My face was covered in bruises, my lip cut and swollen from the night before and there was now a large bump on the side of head where it had caught the tap moments ago. My hand reaches up to touch it. I run my calloused fingers over the raised skin, wincing in pain. "You might want to stop crying like a little bitch" Gerard reappears in the doorway, holding my bag. "Its 9" he says. "Fuck!" i mumble as i walk out of the bathroom, snatching my bag from Gerard's grasp on  the way, practically running out of the house. 

I walk through the street with my head down, of course i was too late to catch the bus. I pull my hood up and put my hands in my pockets, an unconscious habit of mine. I hated walking to school, especially when i was this late, It isn't that far but I have to walk past Jake's house. He was your stereotypical 'popular' kid, obsessed with sports, boobs and injuring people. I look the other way and i walk as fast as i could past the small house. i cringe when i hear the door slam behind me, "Hey, Iero!" a voice shouts, his footsteps becoming louder and faster, i quicken my pace but that proves to be pointless as in moments i feel 2 sets of hands grab me and spin me around. I look up to see Jake and his girlfriend, Ashlee centimitres from me. "Didn't you hear me frank?" he shouts in my face, tightening his grip on my arm. Ashlee stood by his side, flicking at her badly dyed blonde hair and laughing annoyingly, "Looks like someone got him before us babe" she grabbed my chin and looked at my face, her long nails digging into my jaw. "Probably had a fight with his boyfriend or something" Jake laughed before pushing me away, causing Ashlees nails to scratch along my face."Come on Frankie" he grabbed my arm, causing Ashlee to do the same to the other, "Its been a while since you've been put in a locker hasn't it?" They pretty much dragged me down the last part of the road and through the school gates. We began drawing a crowd and by the time i was pulled through the main building, into the small corridor where the lockers were, there was around 70 people watching, waiting for a fight. "So Frank," Jake began, not releasing his grip on me,"Which locker shall we put you in today?" he speaks to me as if i actually had a choice. "How about this one?" he asks the 'crowd', who laugh and cheer. He swings the door open, making sure it hit me in the head before he grabs a handful of my shirt and picks me up, slamming me into the locker, shutting the door. I could hear laughter coming from every direction, as well as Jake shouting something like " this is how we deal with faggots in this school" but it was muffled by the laughter and the fact that i was in a fucking locker. i could ,however, make out one particular laugh. It was the same obnoxious, loud noise that had woken me up this morning. i looked through the tiny vent to see Gerard standing with mikey, laughing so hard that he doubled over, clutching Mikey's arm for support. i turned away as best i could in the small space, i cant deal with him any longer.