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hot headed

Gerard hurriedly pushed through the crowd, feeling his stomach twist tighter with every sound and accidental shove from one of the hundreds of other students trying to get to class. His hands were sweaty and his skin burned and his jaw ached from gritting his teeth together. 

Everything was too loud and too bright and too much. He couldn't breathe. 

Why couldn't everyone just get out of his fucking way.

If there was a way to describe how Gerard was feeling right now, it would be the word 'fuck' screamed with a primal rage through an empty house, all compacted into one teenage boy. Which was to say: Gerard Way was about 12 types of pissed-the-fuck-off right now.

All of a sudden the ground disappeared from under his feet, his brain slowing down in confusion before he collided heavily with the linoleum floor. He got the space he'd wanted, as the sea of students spread apart to avoid him, but it was replaced by the hideous laughter of highschool boys who think they're tough shit.

Gerard, desperately trying to keep his temper under control, pushed himself up with his hands and rolled over, glaring at the assholes who'd tripped him. They were still laughing, now crowding around him as he shuffled back until he felt the welcomingly cool metal of the lockers press against his shoulders. He couldn't help but feel mildly suffocated, being on the floor while the pack of boys stood above him, and the feeling did nothing to stop the boiling of his blood. 

His could feel his palms start to dampen and he resisted the urge to wipe them on his jeans.

Somewhere behind the boys a girl suddenly cried out in pain, the clang of a metal water bottle hitting the floor ringing through the hall. She was staring down at it in shock, holding her hand to her chest protectively. Gerard swallowed. The boys turned to see what had happened, suddenly disinterested in their victim as the girl started spewing something about the bottle burning her. 

Gerard used their lapse in concentration to escape, awkwardly sliding along the floor until he found his feet, and then he started to run. The crowd in the halls seemed to have gotten worse now that the bell was closed to ringing, and the same feeling of too much started to build up in his chest again. Gerard hated people and he hated crowds and at the moment he hated every single thing about his fucking situation.

He was just so mad and he couldn't figure out how to chill the fuck out. There was a small break in the crowd and Gerard stumbled into it, panting as he curled his hands into fists. He could feel the familiar burning at the back of his neck and was too focused on trying to calm himself down to really notice what was going on around him. 

A sudden force to his shoulder had him stumbling to the side, the weight of another persons hands refusing to leave until he'd crashed through the door and into the cool air of the boys toilets. It was empty, thankfully, but Gerard barely had time to notice that before he was shouting and throwing his bag at the wall in a fit of rage.

The ringing of sudden silence after such a loud noise barely had time to fade before Gerard once again felt hands on him, but this time they were pulling at his clothes. 

Too angry to have really noticed his surroundings, Gerard had failed to realise his jacket was on fire. And now Frank was throwing it into the sink and hurriedly turning the tap on, letting the water run over the flames until the jacket was soaked through and the acrid tang of burnt fabric had filled the air.

Frank turned the tap off, squeezing the jacket in an attempt to dry it off a little bit, while Gerard stayed where he was and quietly seethed. It was quiet, apart from the occasional squelch of the jacket and Gerard's breathing, and he slowly felt himself relax a bit. 

It was still a couple minutes until he'd fully cooled off, taking a few shaky steps over to Frank and wrapping his arms around the other boys waist from behind. He tucked his face into the crook of Frank neck and just stayed there, feeling the other boys movements as he squeezed the jacket one last time.

"That girl thinks her bottle was hot because she left it out in the sun by the way. In case you were worried." He murmured, placing a damp hand on Gerard arm, where it was wrapped around his waist.

Gerard sighed. "That's good. I'm sorry."

Frank laughed. "Don't be sorry dumbass, everyone has bad days. It's not your fault you get a little more... heated, when you're grumpy."

Gerard breathed out a laugh at the small pun, grateful for Franks upbeat attitude. 

i read a tumblr post and got an incredibly vivid mental image of gerard setting fire to a bin with his mind but when i started this gerard started doing his own thing and set fire to himself (which, mood) instead so yeah.