A nervous Gerard is escorted to his first class, where he meets Frank for the first time
I had seen my brother, Mikey, walk into his class and was now following the receptionist to my class. She walked ahead, creating a small gap between the two of us. I hated school and today I hated it even more as it was my first day. I felt slightly nervous; as I know what happened to me in my last school and was scared it would repeat here. At my last school, I was picked upon for standing up for my little brother and for being gay. I think I scarred my brother for life when he did find me, in the PE changing rooms, by the showers, semi-conscious. The very thought sent a shiver down my spine and made my stomach churn. I shook the memory out of my mind just as the receptionist turned round
"You have a map with your timetable if you do get lost." She was an old lady who looked like she had done this a lot and had given up on showing new students around the school as she knocked on the door into a biology classroom. Shit, I felt a little sick now. What would everyone think of my appearance? They'll probably start calling me emo as soon as I walked through the door or even a freak, which in all honesty, I am. She opened the door and I slowly walked forwards with my head bowed down. My hair covered my face a little as I walked in. I felt every single pair of eyes on me. I hated being stared at; it made me feel really uncomfortable at times. It didn't help that I could hear whispering as well. Shit, I just wanted to walk straight back out.
I looked up as the door opened. I guessed it was the new kid as the receptionist stepped in first. I was about to bow my head to carry on doodling in the back of my book, before I looked back up again at the person who followed her in. It was a guy, with their head bowed down slightly. His black hair covered his face a little. He wore skinnies with blue converses, a Misfits t-shirt and a Misfits hoodie. This kid had taste. Maybe Holly is right to be optimistic. Maybe this guy wasn't going to be a jock after all. But who knows, you can just never be too careful. He slowly looked up and looked round the room. Wow – brilliant hazel coloured eyes, with thin pale pink lips and a pale face. He wore guy liner too. Wow, he was cute, bit like a fallen angel . . . . . oh shut up Frank! He probably isn't gay so don't get your hopes up. Even if he isn't, I could at least try and get to know him, that's if he doesn't seem me as weird. He looked at me, and for a second I stared back before looking back down at my notepad. It almost felt like I could still feel his burning gaze on me, but I'm sure it wasn't
"This is Gerard Way, the new student," the receptionist said and she left the room
"Welcome to the school and biology, I'm Mr Pyke, go and take the seat next to Frank at the back there." I glanced up and at the empty seat and saw sir was pointing at me. He slowly walked over and I moved my stuff so he had room. He seemed very quiet. I gave him a small smile
"Emo freak," a jock hissed towards me. I looked away and back at my note pad as sir carried on talking about photosynthesis.
I sat down next to Frank and slowly got a pen and my notepad out on the desk. I looked at him to see him give me a small smile and before I could reply back with a smile, someone hissed something at him and he looked away. I looked round to see the class was a mix of nerds, jocks, cheerleaders and chavs. A few stared at me, but I looked away. Same old feeling, just like at my old school. It was going to be exactly the same as before. I glanced at Frank to see he was doodling in the back of his book. And that's not all that I noticed. He was wearing Misfits and Black Flag merchandise. This kid had a taste in music that I liked. My eyes dropped to his fingers, to see tattoos. They were letters, but I couldn't work out what it said. His hair was spiked at the back, with his fringe falling to the right hand side of his face. I had caught a glimpse of his hazel eyes with a beautiful green tint to. He looked amazing to say the least, but I had to hush these feelings down. He would probably think me a freak if he knew I was gay and then I would go through hell again. I realised I had been staring at him for quite some time and he had looked up. I felt my cheeks burn a little as I looked directly in front of me to see a diagram on the board and the teacher talking. But I couldn't help but look back. He was still looking at me
"Hi," I whispered. He smiled again. He had a cute smile, which seemed too make his eyes appear brighter
"Hey," he whispered back. His voice was amazing even though it was only a whisper. God, I sound like a love-sick school girl
"Welcome to hell," he whispered and I couldn't help but smirk at his comment
"Right, turn to page three hundred and sixty and complete the questions on the page," Mr Pyke said. The class broke out into small groups of chatter and the sound of pages being flicked. Frank flipped the page open rather quickly but was far more interested in his doodling to do the set work
"Is it really that bad?"
"For me it is," he said. He seemed to hesitate for a second before answering
"But, it probably won't be as bad." I laughed at his comment, knowing school is just bad full stop. I glanced at the text book page and sighed. I never did like biology that much. Frank didn't seem at all bothered by it. My eyes dropped to his fingers again, seeing the tattoos
"Hey, what does it say on your fingers?" He looked up a little puzzled for a second before blushing a little
"Oh," he said his eyes dropping to his fingers. He laced his fingers together to reveal the word 'Halloween'
"Awesome, but, why?"
"It's my birthday," Frank said quietly
"Really? That's cool." Ok, making progress I suppose; know his name and his birthday. God, he must be pissed with me talking to him. Our eyes seemed to be locked onto one another
"I like your top and hoodie," he said before looking away
Fuck, I could feel my cheeks burning up for saying that. God, now I really would get beat if any jocks saw that, or even saw that I was communicating with someone. I couldn't help it, it had to be said. I looked round slowly at him, to see he was still staring at me, but with a smile on his face. Wow, he really was cute. But I wasn't going to tell him I was gay. Knowing my luck, he might be like me but actually be a homophobe
"You like The Misfits?" he seemed a little surprised
"Only one of my favourite bands."
"I've never really met anyone else who likes them!" I felt my heart flutter as he smiled even more and I smiled back at him. We sat quietly for a little while and I finally attempted the work set. The bell sounded for the end of the lesson. The class emptied quickly. I reached the door and turned round to see Gerard was looking at his timetable. He glanced up and flashed a smile before returning to his timetable. He looked somewhat lost just by staring at his timetable
"Um, are you ok?" I asked. He looked up
"Not really." He walked over slowly
"What have you got next?"
"Maths," he said
"With Miss Clay?" He nodded his head. I simply smiled
"You're in the same class as me." His eyes seemed to brighten a little as I spoke and a smile came back onto his face again
"Come on, just follow me." We both entered the corridor, full of students, pushing and shoving to get to their next lesson. I checked a few times, to make sure Gerard was still behind me. Sure enough, each time, I saw his beautiful face staring at me as we walked through the crowds. We reached the maths class and stepped in. I felt my stomach dropped as we walked
Hope you liked it; again let me know if there are any spelling mistakes or anything and I will correct them! Like I said, tomorrow I will most likely post the third chapter to make up for the shortness of this chapter