A/N: Hey guys, so this is my first ever attempt at a fanfiction so I apologize here XD So yeah, rate, comment do whatver, I hope you guys like it :3 Byeeeeeeee
Chapter One -Frank's P.O.V
"Get the fuck up now!"
Well this is just great, I mumbled to myself. I groaned and sat up; my eyes adjusting to the emptiness I now call a room. My parents and I moved from Iowa to New Jersey; but I secretly wished we left my dad back there. I never wanted to move here, although I knew I wouldn't be missed by many people. Actually no; I knew I wouldn't be missed by anyone.
I quickly ran into the shower, not wanting to be late on my first day here. I walked back into my bedroom and started digging through boxes until I found the perfect outfit; black skinny jeans, my Misfits shirt and some combat boots. Looking at my hair, I decided it was hopeless and just left it looking like I had been dragged backwards through a hedge. I applied a good amount of eyeliner before running downstairs, grabbing my iPod, phone and car keys.
"Morning, mom." I said.
"Hi honey, you look nice"
"...looks like a fag to me..." my dad oh-so-kindly muttered. My mom just sighed, shaking her head. At that point, I decided to head off to school. It was 8:45 and school started at 8:55. "Bye mom, have a good day at work." I yelled on the way out, completely ignoring my dad's existence. I walked to my car, it wasn't too fancy but it gets me from A to B. I put the keys in the ignition and the car roared to life, within minutes I was cruising down the road listening to Crown The Empire.
Within a matter of minutes I was there, my new hell. I got out of my car and tried to walk up the steps as someone yelled, "Hey look guys! We found a faggot!" That sent all eyes looking this way, some filled with sympathy, yet most of them filled with a sense of relief it wasn't happening to them. Too scared to move, I just watched them as they came striding over to me, cracking their knuckles.
Shit. I ran up the stairs as quickly as I could and into the main building, trying not looking back at the inevitable doom. After running for what seemed like an hour, I stopped in the corridor where my locker was, panting. A small giggle came from behind me making me jump immediately. I turned around, looking at where the noise came from and I have to admit he was attractive. He was a quite a bit taller than me, with plump limps on his flawless pale skin. His black hair, as equally messed up as mine, suited him perfectly. His skinny frame added to my attraction. Don't even get me started on the slight eyeliner around his beautiful hazel eyes.... "Hey, are you gonna carry on staring at me or....?" Another giggle. I didn't realise I had been staring, but damn, who could blame me? Stood right before was this sex god. I blushed and threw him an awkward smile, "Oh right, I'm so sorry I didn't realise I was just, I don't really know..." Wow. Way to be cool about this Frank... Real smooth.
"Oh, no worries, I'm Mr. Way, but you can call me Gerard. Mr. Way makes me feel too old, ya know?" He smiled at me, and I swear, I think my heart melted a little bit.
"I'm Frank; it's nice to meet you Mr. Wa- Gerard"
BRRRRRNNNNNNGGGG
"I'll see you around Frankie" He flashed me another pearly white grin, before running off towards the door and probably towards his class. After putting my stuff in my locker and grabbing the right books, I sighed again and made my way to my first lesson. Music.
I hurried off into the direction of Music, hoping that I wasn't late. I rushed through the door, but found my feet frozen to the floor when I saw the teacher.
"I'm Mr Way, your Music teacher for this year." He told the class, I looked around at my class. All of them looked bored only exception being the guys from this morning who looked like they wanted to tear me limb from limb. Well I'm glad I'm not near you guys.
I only half listened to Mr Way or Gerard, as he told me to call him earlier *internal fangirl moment*. "So, today guys, I want you to all grab an instrument, get into groups and write, and eventually perform an original song. Okay? Go!"
A group? Work in a group? No way! I quickly grabbed a guitar and made my way over to Mr. Way. "Uhm sir, I was wondering, could I work alone? I mean, I can already write lyrics and create melodies to go along side it and most of these people look at me weirdly so is that okay?"
"Yeah sure thing Frankie. If you need any help though, just give me a shout"
Finally the bell rung and students rushed out of the classroom. "Frank, could I talk to you for a moment." Mr Way called out. I waited until the classroom cleared out and I ignored the looks that the assholes gave me.
"Frank, I heard you playing earlier," he told me softly, his enchanting eyes searching my dull ones, "I really hope you stick to writing music. I could always give you after school lessons if you want?"
"Would you mind? I mean, if not then I'm sure it'll be fine, but it would be nice to have a bit of extra knowledge." I told him, biting my lip awkwardly.
"No, I wouldn't mind that's why I offered Frankie." He said, his pronunciation of my name sending chills up my spine and causing a situation to ariseshall we say...
"Okay, thank you so much. See you later, Gerard." I replied with a smile as I left the classroom.
Second period science went by quickly. The school was starting to become less of a worry to me and I didn't care that I didn't have any friends. I never had a lot of friends at my old school, probably because they were all homophobic assholes. I had lunch alone but I didn't mind, I just thought about Gerard. I knew I should stop thinking about him because;
a) He would never like me
b) He's probably got a girlfriend
c) He's definitely not gay
d) He would never risk his job for me.
Before I knew it, school was over and it was time for me to go home. As soon as I walked through the front door, I could hear my mom arguing with the piece of shit, alcoholic that I'm forced to call my father. I quickly rushed up to my room and locked the door as quick as possible. I blasted Of Mice & Men through my headphones and closed my eyes, trying to block out all of the screaming, shouting and things being smashed from downstairs. I really love that band, and Austin Carlile is hot, maybe not as hot as Mr. Way but- NO! What am I thinking? Gosh Frank get a hold of yourself!
I was dragged out of my daydream by hearing the front door slam, which was quickly followed by my dad shouting my name from outside my door. No fucking way would I open that door to that drunken bastard. I didn't have a chance to react; he kicked the wooden door clean off its hinges and walked towards me with a death glare, hatred filling his eyes.
"You!" he pointed a crooked finger at me, visibly shaking with anger, "You emo faggot! You caused this! You are the reason you and your whore mother argue!" He delivered a punch straight in the stomach, causing me to writhe in pain. I curled up into a tight ball, in some weak attempt to protect myself from his abuse. But even then, I felt every punch, every kick. I went light-headed, my eyelids feeling heavy and everything went black.
