Chapter Two - Gerard's P.O.V
Day One of my probably-gonna-fail attempt at ignoring Frank. I knew it would fail, I mean, I was teaching him today for fuck's sake... I groaned, changed my shirt and drove. I didn't care about smelling good or impressing anyone, I looked and smelt like death and I couldn't give two fucks. What was the point? I only wanted to impress Frankie and everyone knew that could never happen.
I was his teacher. He was my student.
I was fucked up. He was perfect.
I was as bent as a packet of Christmas. He was straight as a ruler.
It couldn't happen.
I wouldn't allow to happen.
Eventually I got to work, half an hour late, but I didn't care. I just let my class talk and do whatever it was that teenagers do these days. Checking my timetable, I saw whose class I had next. Frank's. Great. I fell asleep at my desk for the rest of class, before being abruptly woken up by the sound of the bell; a sound that began to echo around in my head along with the sound of Frank's melodic voice.
Class had started twenty-seven minutes ago and I started to get anxious. Frank hadn't shown up to class, despite the fact that I knew Music was his favourite subject. A deep, dark pit of swelling anxiety nested itself inside my stomach, slowly bubbling up into my throat. I knew what came next. I had to get out of the classroom before it happened but it was too late.
"He would never like you. Shut up. You know it's true; you're nothing but a dirty faggot. You should just kill yourself. No one would miss you. Fuck off! Leave me alone!" I was practically screaming right now, I fell to me knees sobbing into my hands. Whether it was from embarrassment or what, I don't know. But I wasn't gonna stick around long enough to find out. I ran out of the class, crashing into a fellow teacher. "Mr. Way are you alright?"
"Class.... Look after..."I barely managed to choke out.
I ran further into the corridors, managing to get my way out of the current mental situation and sorting out my priorities. I needed to find Frank. Now.
"Frank? Frank? Where the fuck are you Frank?"
The only thing to be heard was the sound of projectile vomit and a small sob coming from a locker. I ran over and opened the locker, finding Frank in a hysterical state. "P-p-please don't hurt me..." I had never cried over another person before. But hey, I'd never had a crush on a student before. He took away a couple of my firsts.
"I'm not gonna hurt you Frankie, I would never hurt you. Never." He was crying buckets and buckets , so I stroked my hand across his soft, delicate, tear-stained cheek. "Shh... You'll be fine, Frankie, I promise." I whispered, trying to reassure him, whilst lifting him out of the locker, "Come on, you can't be in school like this. I'll take you home, if you would like?"
"NO!" He whisper shouted, before hissing. "I'll be fine Gerard. I can stay in school..." His voice trailed off. I wondered what he could be keeping to himself.
"Frank, you have puke all over you and you're face is bleeding and bruised. I know you're not okay. Why don't you want to go home?"
He didn't respond, and pulled a face, making me wonder what he could be hiding from me. I hated the thought of him hiding things from me, it crushed my heart, but I vowed myself to get to the bottom of this.
"Okay.... Who did this to you?" I needed to know.
"I don't know?" He said, yet it sounded more like a question, telling me for sure he was lying.
"Frankie... Don't lie to me... Please" I was almost begging at this point, I had to know who made my Frankie suffer. I swear to god when I found them, I would give them hell; if I was being nice.
"B-B-Ben and Danny... Oh god, please don't tell on them! Please Gerard! They'll make things worse and I'll have to move again, please don't tell anyone they did this! Promise me Gee!" He begged me, tears threatening to reappear; I had to promise him this, it pained me seeing him this way.
"..........I promise........"I muttered, but I was determined. I wasn't letting him drop the subject that easily. "But Frankie you really need to get out of school, you can't stay in here like this... Hey, why don't I take you to my place? That way you get to shower and get changed and I won't be worrying so much, is that okay?"
"If you're sure then okay..."
"Okay, Frankie, I'm gonna carry you to my car. I don't want you trying to walk and then passing out on me okay?"
All he said to that was a simple mregh. It was such a cute noise and it slightly resembled a moan. Boy I could make him moan..... "Oh Frankie, what am I gonna do with you." and with that I picked him up.
"Probably not what I want to you to do..." He whispered to himself, making me stop in my tracks. He had no idea.
"So much for stopping these feelings..." Thankfully he didn't hear that. I would be in deeper shit if he had.
"What did you say Gee?"
I couldn't help but sigh, "Come on, we'll talk about this in the car." I looked down and saw the now sleeping face of Frank Iero, he was beautiful. And that was when I did something crazy.
I kissed him.
