The World Is Ugly - Frerard Fanfic

Chapter 3

Frank's POV

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Gerard didn't hate me (yay!) And neither did his little brother, Mikey.

As I walked to my first lesson, art, I heard footsteps slapping on the hall floor behind me. I turned, fearing the worst - Jimmy, or perhaps Hal. It was Ray. Phew. "Hey Frank, what lesson you got?" He asked. "Art" I replied, instantly. Art was one of only 3 lessons that I wasn't doing jack shit in. The other ones were music & creative writing. And boy could I be creative. "Oh," said Ray, almost as if he knew something I didn't. I would've questioned him, but he ran off. Shit. I pushed the door to my art class open, and almost fainted with shock. Gerard. Fucking. Way. Was in my art class. He was sat in the fucking seat next to mine. Oh holy mother of God. "Uh, hey Frank," he said to me "y'know who sits here?" He gestured to the seat next to him. My. Fucking. Seat. "M-m-me." I stuttered. Then again, more firmly this time, I repeated "Me. Gerard Way, in art, you are sat next to me." Then he smiled, and fist-pumped the air with a cry of "WOOHOO!!!!!!!" God, he was so cute. I just looked at him. Ugh I wish I could snog his face off - is that bad? He looked up at me, and I quirked an eyebrow, watching his face turn the colour of beetroot. Laughing, I slid into my chair, and the rest of the kids arrived. That lesson was perfect - we had to draw our partners. Mine took on a very cartoony tone, while Gerard's was like a photo. But nicer - I mean I still looked like me, but... better - I had perfect hair, and a beautiful smile. Was that what Gerard saw when he looked at me? Or was he just trying to mess with me? Probably the latter - I would never, ever be good enough for Gerard Way. I was soooo embarrassed to show him my drawing, but his face lit up like a Christmas tree, and he actually asked our teacher if he could have a photocopy. Fucking hell, I thought, it can't be THAT good, can it?

I left art in a state of ecstasy, but that didn't last. I was walking towards my 3rd lesson, games, trying to decide where to hide so I could skip, when I heard 2 heavy sets of footsteps, and a lighter one. Oh shit, I thought, as I turned around. Jimmy and his brother, Hal were there, followed by Hal's girlfriend (or, as I prefer to call her, his slut). I didn't bother running - I didn't do games at all, and trying to get away from them was pointless. "Hey, emo fag!" called Jimmy, as he came up to me and shoved me onto a locker door. He held me there while Hal unlocked the locker next to me. Then I got shoved in. And locked in. Then I heard 3 sets of footsteps retreating, 2 heavy, one light. I put my hands to the back of my head, but pulled away at the sharp pain that shot down my spine I pulled out my mini-torch, and inspected my hand. There was blood on it, no doubt from my head injury. As I reached into my pocket for an antiseptic wipe, my torch beam caught something on the floor. A very cartoony drawing of Gerard Way - or a photocopy of one anyway. Then it hit me - of all lockers, they chose Gerard's to lock me in. At least I knew someone nice was gonna be the one to let me out. On the other hand, I had to make sure I didn't collapse into his arms cuz of a dead leg when he got me out. I stood up, and heard the sound of footsteps on the floor. Lunch had started, and Gerard's lunch money was in here. I brought out a little mirror and fixed my hair and makeup. I had just finished when I heard the lock start to click, and Gerard's beautiful, angelic voice mutter the code. Then the door swang open, and I nearly fell out onto a very shocked (and sexy) Gerard Way.

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