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"It's not a fucking disease dumbass! You're not going to get it!" I said harshly to Lance as he and his jock friends made a big deal out of being my partners for tennis in gym again. Since they didn't want to stand near me, I was on my own team while the three of them stood on the other side of the court. This was usually how tennis went. I stood on one half of the green court while they stood on the other, pegging tennis balls at me to try and hit me rather than have me hit them back. It stopped hurting after about the fourth gym class since Coach pretended not to notice and none of the teachers around would believe me. Lance could do whatever he wanted in the school and get away with it because his father would give large 'donations' to the school each year. It was actually his father paying for the screw up he called son so their family name would remain clean.

"I don't want you to try to touch me you little queer!" He yelled back and right on cue, like every other time Lance opened his mouth, his stupid buddies started to laugh and dwell on the fact that Lance didn't like me.

"Don't flatter yourself Lance!" I yelled back to him. "I've seen dogs bigger than you!" His eyes flared and he started me, chucking his racquet violently to the ground, hands clenched in tight fists. I knew better than to open my mouth around Lance since it only ever resulted in blood, bruises, and punishment on my behalf.

"What's that?" He said as he got closer to the net. "What did you just say to me you fucking faggot?" Lance climbed over the net, his little buddies walking around it as though they couldn't get their legs high enough. Everyone, as usual, stopped what they were doing to gather around and cheer Lance on.

"I said you're not that impressive." I gave him a dignified smile as I looked towards his crotch for a brief moment then back to his face. He grabbed me by the collar of my uniform and slammed me up against the fence, his face right in mine. "Something you want to say to me Lance? You're awfully close." He drew his arm back, reading to drive his fist into my stomach as the voice of hell rang through the air.

"Mr. Way!" Coach boomed from inside the crowd. Lance dropped me and put on his face of innocence as Coach appeared, his clip board stuck firmly between his arm and waist. "I will not tolerate that kind of behavior in my gym class!" He glared at me then looked sympathetically to Lance. "Please tell me next time you get lip from Mr. Way here. He doesn't think the school rules apply to him." Lance nodded then walked away with his friends following; laughing under his breath.

"Lance called me a faggot yet again! Where's his lecture?"

"Stop trying to get Lance in trouble after you spoke so rudely to him!" Coach scowled at me. "I don't know why you think the school rules of behavior and etiquette don't apply to you Mr. Way." I was tired of having this argument with all the teachers over 'proper etiquette' and how I don't follow it while Lance could called an African American 'nigger' without getting so much as a look of disappointment.

"So your paycheck is more important than your moral values?!" The crowd chimed in with shock filled gasps and soft whispers. I stood up and began to brush the dirt from myself.

"Principal! Now!" He yelled at me and pointed a long slender finger to the main building where the classes were held.

"There's a fucking surprise!" I told him sarcastically as I straightened my clothes and rolled my eyes. Again, the crowd burst into whispers and terror.

"Don't think about coming back to my class until you clean up that mouth!" Coach called after me as I shoved my way through distraught classmates. I simply reached a hand behind my back and stuck my middle finger up to him as straight as I could get it to go. Everyone parted as I made my way to the office because they were all too afraid of what I might do to them if they didn't. They should be. When I get upset there's no telling what I will do.

I shoved the main doors open and walked through the vacant halls to the main office; my head down and cursing everyone out under my breath. When I reached the all too familiar destination, I shoved the door open, hitting a teacher, then took a seat in the busted metal chair which had became a second home to me. The teacher I hit with the door looked to me for an apology but I just stared at her with that 'say one fucking word to me and I'll shred you to pieces' kind of look so she just shook her head and left. Sliding down in my chair, I crossed my arms and let my straggly black hair cover my face. Mrs. Roy, the secretary, sighed slightly and picked up the phone to let Mr. Gallagher know I was there; yet again.

"What'd you do this time?" She asked hanging up the phone.

"I didn't do shit. Lance Froass tried to beat the shit out of me again but you ignorant pricks see him as a walking money sign so he can do whatever he likes and get away with it. Thus, I'm in here receiving punishment for clearly begging him to cause me to puke blood for days on end again." I gave her my smile of charm as she rolled her eyes and went back to filing papers.

"Well Mr. Gallagher is busy so he'll tend to you when he's finished with the new student." She told me as she liked her finger and started quickly counting papers. I didn't want to receive another school announcement knowing her germs were plaguing the white paper. With a small grunt, I leaned my head against the wall then started to rock slightly in my chair, causing the uneven metal legs to alternate in hitting the floor with a loud 'clank'. Mrs. Roy looked up at me and I smiled, rocking faster in my chair and shifting my weight so each time the leg hit the tile the 'clank' was louder. She mumbled to herself and continued to sort papers.

About fifteen minutes later, I heard the door open and then I heard Mr. Gallagher's voice. "Well Mr. Iero, you can just relax in your dorm for the remainder of the day and get situated. Tomorrow you will begin your classes. Remember though that you must have the proper attire on when entering this building." A moment later, a boy passed me and gave me a glancing smile before leaving. He had tattoos all over his arms and a lip ring. His hair was half over his eye but it wasn't real long at all. It was nowhere near the length of mine. The only thing I could think was that he would just be another person who would pleasure himself with beating the living fuck out of me.

My thoughts were broken by Mr. Gallagher looming over me, arms crossed and eyes drilling into me. "In my office Mr. Way." His words were sharp and threatening but I was used to them so I heaved myself up and slowly dragged my body to his office. It was a small room with white walls which were covered in awards the school received as well as news paper clippings from whenever the school or one of its alumni ended up in print. Still taking my sweet time, I flopped down in a chair while Mr. Gallagher shut the door and took his position behind his desk. He leaned back in his chair and sighed heavily. "Why am I graced with your presence today?" His sarcasm intrigued me to be a sarcastic asshole right back to him.

Starting with a sarcastic smile, I gave him my story as rudely as I could, with as much vulgar language as I could think of. He stared at me, used to how I talked to people when I was upset, and pulled out his pink pad of paper. "You're to stay in your building until you apologize to Mr. Froass for speaking so rudely to him. The only time you can leave is for mealtimes at the great hall." He scribbled my sentence on the paper and handed it to me. I didn't really care because it meant that I wouldn't have to put up with Lance since he stayed in a 'private' building with his jock buddies. I would still have to make up any missed work but that didn't really bother me either.

"Bye Mrs. Roy!" I said to her as I waved and left the office.

"Bye Gerard. See you tomorrow." She said without looking up from her papers. Smiling with dumb amusement, I clenched the paper in my hand and pushed my way through the doors, the cool fall air hitting my pale skin again. Kicking up leaves, I made my way along the cement paths to the boys dormitories. Our building was to the left of the school while the girls was to the right. Swinging the door open, I passed the head of the building and waved my pink pass to him then headed towards the stairs for my room which was on the second floor.

Most doors were wide open since it was a stupid rule that when we weren't in our rooms, the doors had to be open. The only kids in the dorms during school hours were seniors with only one or two classes a day. I reached my room and walked in, stopping dead in my tracks.

"Fuck!" I accidentally said out loud as my eyes rested on the tattooed boy unpacking his stuff on the once empty bed I had in my room. Dorms held two per room but I had always been alone because people didn't like to put up with me.

"Hello to you too." He said as he looked at me with a small smile then went back to taking stuff from cardboard boxes and sticking it around his half of the room. I went to my bed and fell across it, staring at the ceiling with anger and a slight bit of fear. "I thought class didn't get out for another hour or so." He said to me looking over a small piece of paper. I already hated him for trying to make conversation when I didn't want to be bothered.

"I'm on dorm arrest." I mumbled and sat up to try to find my i-pod. I always seemed to lose it somewhere in my bed from listening to it and falling asleep.

"For what?" I knew I wasn't going to enjoy him so I treated him just as rudely as I had Mr. Gallagher.

"For being queer." I snapped at him. "Not that it's any of your fucking business."

"That's stupid." He said and put some posters up around his bed. They were the same bands I liked. Maybe he wouldn't be so bad to deal with after all. However, I still planned on trying to get him out because I preferred to be alone. "But a lot of people are stupid."

"What?" I halted my i-pod search and looked to him with confusion. He responded with a smile.

"My parents decided I should come here for my 'corrupted mind' from public school." He said and I resumed my i-pod quest, finally finding it under a bunch of blankets. When I looked at him again, he was still smiling and sat on his bed to finish unpacking. "They didn't care about the ink or piercing." I had no idea why he thought I cared. Still, as much as I wanted to ignore his rambling, I couldn't take my focus off of him. "It was when I told them I was bisexual that I became the 'devil child' who had to be separated from the unholy public school." He laughed a little as he pulled some cd's from a box and set them on his nightstand. My stomach suddenly churned slightly. "For some reason they thought private school would cure me when if anything it will only better define my homosexuality. No parents around and wall to wall guys." His comments were a bit insulting as he looked at me with slight regret from saying it. "Everyone knows the hottest guys go to private school." He tried to revive himself.

My stomach tightened to a knot and I became slightly dizzy as he smiled at me. "If you're going to be my roommate, there are rules you need to understand." I told him when I regained my focus. "First, what's your name? Mine is Gerard."

"Frank." He said shifting the way he sat so he was facing me, hands in his crossed lap and a smile still spread across his face as though he was ready for anything I had to say.

"Well Frank," I started bluntly, "the most important rule is don't fucking whine to me. I have my own problems to deal with." Frank nodded so I continued. "Second, I don't give a fuck if you want to sleep. My friends are more important than you and are allowed in whenever they want, thus, we keep the door unlocked at night." He nodded again. I wondered what was wrong with him since by this point people would start flipping out on me and saying that it was 'invasion of their privacy' to let people in at all hours of the night. Frank however just smiled and nodded as he absorbed each word I told him. "And lastly, touch my stuff without my permission and you die."

"I have some rules of my own." I looked at Frank with shock. I have lived in this damn dorm for the past four years, except for summers, and he thinks he can have rules for me to obey when he's been here for maybe four hours. "Listen to shit music and I break your face." Ok, that one is pretty reasonable. It's always a pain in the ass to listen to other people's music blast at you when you would never listen to it otherwise. Plus, I figured by his posters, cd's, and a few stray shirts that we pretty much had the same taste in music so that one wouldn't be too bad. "Next, touch my guitar and I slowly rip your arms off." It was then I noticed a red guitar standing proudly by his bed. "Finally, fuck whoever you want and by all means as much as you want, just not when I'm in here. I'll show you the same consideration." I couldn't help but smile when he said that so he smiled back.

"So why all the tattoos?" Suddenly I couldn't help but make small talk with him as we stared each other down.

"Each has its own story." Frank told me as he examined each one carefully as though he retold himself why he had them. "You got any?" He asked when he snapped from his trance.

"No." I said wincing a bit. "I don't do needles."

"Well piercings are out of the question then." Frank said with a laugh as he used his tongue to play with his lip ring as though he never knew it was there. Something about his laugh made my stomach turn. It wasn't a bad feeling it was just strange and slightly annoying. Frank picked up his guitar then started playing it unlike anything I had ever heard before and I couldn't help but stare in awe. He looked up from the guitar and smiled like he had been the whole of our conversation. "Sound ok?"

"Ok?!" I exclaimed. "That was fucking amazing!" He blushed a little then put the guitar back on its stand with more care then most mothers gave their newborns. "I don't think even Ray could do that and he's an amazing guitarist!"

"Thanks." Frank said still blushing. "You play?"

"Nope." I told him slightly ashamed. "Mikey was given the talent in our family." I had tried to play the guitar once and well, it wasn't bad but it wasn't anything I would be excited to show anyone.

"Who's Mikey?"

"My younger brother. He plays the bass." I realized that I was spewing my life to him. I had told myself I would ignore him yet now I couldn't stop from talking. My mouth always got me into trouble. "I'll introduce you later because I'm sure he, along with Bob and Ray, will come bursting in here as soon as school ends." Frank nodded and pulled himself to the edge of the bed, looking at me in the most peculiar way.

"So Gerard," He started as he looked at me with intense curiosity and interest, "Got a boyfriend?"