You Give Love A Bad Name (Frerard)

First impression

Gerards POV

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First impressions are everything, right? Having that attitude has gotten me more and more into trouble. Most people would ask how and the rest would agree. It truly depends on which type of first impression you're looking for. Are you looking for a bad impression? Or are you looking for a good impression? Or maybe you're not looking for any impression at all. Which is basically what I go by. 

You cannot and will not ever hear a sentence with my name in it without any look of disgust, hatred, or disapproving words. It's impossible. I'm Gerard Way for Heaven's sake. I was born to disgust. I was born to hate.  I was born to be hated. But it's completely fine by me because I'm not looking to impress anyone. I'm looking to finish school and get the hell out of New Jersey. I've had quite a reputation here and I'm not sure anyone is looking for me to stay here. But in that case, I may change my mind and stay here. 

*First day*

"Welcome to Hell" read the sign in front of my new school-actually, it read "Welcome to Belleville High" but what's the difference? The first few things I recognized the second I stepped on the disgusting soggy grass were your usual cliques. There were the weird kids who wore glasses and pulled their hair back so tightly that I'm surprised their eyes didn't fall out. There were your usual sluts who lifted up their skirts a tad whenever a boy walked past. There were your group of jocks who stared at the sluts and there was the small outcast group who didn't talk to anyone at all. It was your typical high school kids really...all in all, this was Hell in a handbasket. 

In my past schools, I've gotten pretty decent grades such as F minuses and an occasional D+ if I was lucky. I've also gotten pretty decent bruises.  The kids at these schools are such idiots. They look for anyone who is innocent looking enough to pick on because they have nothing better to do but oh well. I've usually been one to not care and take the abuse but somehow in New Jersey, things have changed. This place has changed me and I'm damn near sure no one will want to even approach me to even ask to be my friend. I'm not complaining though, mind you. 

I'm quite content with being by myself and my sketchpads because, in all honesty, school is just another step in your life that will make you who you are and my dream is to just get the hell out of here. I'm pretty sure I'll achieve that one because I'm almost done with school.

Look out world-here comes Gerard Motherfucking Way.

A/N 

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Basically, I can say this is my first Frerard fic I've ever put any effort into. Slow updates but I will finish it soon. Thanks for being a part of my shitty writing! :) Have an awesome day, killjoys :)