Frank's pov

Alone, I sat at the back of the classroom, with my earbuds in, and Nine Inch Nails streaming through my iPod. The five minute bell rang causing my fellow students to start walking in. Gerard, Mikey, and Ray were among them. They all sat at our table, laughing about I don't know what. I turned down my music so I could hear them.

"Sup Frank," Ray greeted.

"Hey," I greeted back.

"Nine Inch Nails?" Mikey asked, eying my music player. I snatched it from his reach.

"Yeah, so what?"

"Since when do you like them?"

"Since Y/n said she liked them." I explained. They all went 'ohhh' and rolled their eyes.

"Why can't you just ask her out?" Ray asked.

"No way!"

"Cause he's scared she'll say no." Gerard answered.

"What!? No! I just, don't have a plan."

"You don't need a plan. Just ask." Mikey spoke as she walked through the door. Y/n... I like her so much...

"Go! Ask!" Mikey pushed.

"No, not in the middle of class."

"Hey, Nine Inch Nails is the band with the song that's all like, 'I wanna fuck you like an animal,' right?" Gerard questioned.

"Uh, yeah..." I answered, and an evil little smirk grew across his face as the bell rang. Gee then leaned closer to me.

"I dare you to get up on the desk and start singing it."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"One, Y/n will know you like the band that she likes, and two," He shoved his hand down into his backpack, "I'll give you five bucks." Gerard smacked the green paper down onto my desk.

"It's not worth five bucks."

"Here, I got five more!" Mikey pitched in.

"Me too..." Ray slid another five. Fifteen bucks and the girl I like knows I like something she likes? Worth it...

"Okay, I'll do it when we start working."

"Yes..." They all silently cheered, and brought their attention up to the teacher. Only about ten minutes passed of the teacher talking when he handed out worksheets for us all to complete.

"Go on Frank, sing your little song!" Gerard encouraged. I chuckled.

"Alright alright!" I cleared my desk, stood up onto my chair, and then climbed up onto the wooden desktop. Everyone's eyes were already on me.

"Mr. Iero, get down-"

"You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you, you let me penetrate you, you let me violate you," I began dancing around, "I broke apart my insides..."

"Help me..." Gerard sang from his desk.

"I've got no soul to sell!"

"Help me..."

"Way, don't encourage-"

"The only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself, I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside..." I ran a hand through my hair.

"Iero, that's enough!"

"I wanna fuck you like an animal!" I sang over the teacher, "My whole existence is flawed, you get me closer to God!" My friends chuckled as they sat there. The rest of the class just seemed to be trapped in shock, until the girl that I like stood up on her desk too.

"You can have my isolation," She sang along with me, "You can have the hate that it brings," I did finger guns aimed at her as we sang together, "You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything!" She finger gunned me back with a smile.

"You tear down my reason!" We sang loud, completely ignoring the teacher still yelling at us.

"Help me..." All three boys sang.

"It's your sex I can smell!"

"Help me..."

"You make me perfect," I sang just like Trent Reznor, at least, I felt like I did as I was dancing around on top of that desk, "Help me become somebody else!"

"I wanna fuck you like an animal!" This time, the boys below sang along to the chorus as well, completely drowning out the teacher, "I wanna feel ya from the inside, I wanna fuck you like an animal, my whole existence is flawed! You get me closer to God!"

"That's it! Iero, L/n, Toro, Michael, and Gerard, principal's office! Now!" The teacher screamed. His face was completely red as he had a nasty vein bulging from the side of his skull.

"Worth it," I said, now standing on the carpet and fist bumping Gerard, "C'mon guys, this class is lame anyways." Us four boys waltzed out of the classroom with Y/n trailing behind us through the halls.

"Here's your fifteen bucks," Gerard handed over the small wad of cash, "Might I say, that was a lovely performance." I slid the cash into my back pocket.

"Thanks, but I couldn't have done it without a certain someone." I sent a glance back towards her, but she wasn't paying any attention to us.

"Aww, you two are so cute..." Mikey mocked.

"Shut up!" I cried, just before we entered the front office. The elderly lady at the desk was on the phone, then eyed us through her small circular glasses with small chains attached to the sides.

"... oh, they just walked in..." She set the phone down, "You five came from Mr. Snow's class, is that right?"

"Yes ma'm," I spoke.

"Take your seats, the principal will see you shortly." We did as told, sitting on the uncomfortable chairs along the wall with windows showing the main hallway.

"Ugh, this sucks! Why are we in trouble? We didn't even do anything..." Mikey complained, sinking into his uncomfortable chair and adjusting his glasses.

"I mean, we did encourage them." Ray said.

"Yeah, still sucks though." Gerard stared at the floor, upset. Before I could speak, the office lady stood in front of us.

"He's ready to see you, come." Ha... cum...

We followed the old woman close behind. She held the principal's door open for us. There sat a slim, balding, glasses wearing, fifty year old man who clearly was already checked out for the day.

"Sit," He motioned towards more uncomfortable chairs, but there were only three this time.

I took the liberty of sitting in the center. Gerard sat to my right, while Y/n sat to my left. Ray and Mikey stood behind us. The principal sighed, looking down at his wooden desk, then back to us.

He rubbed his tired eyes, then brought them back to his desk. I assumed there was a piece of paper of some sort there since his big ass name plaque sat across the edge of the desk, covering the top.

"L/n and Iero?" I held a hand up, she did the same.

"You two stood up onto your desks and sang in front of the whole class. Not just any song, a highly inappropriate song for school. You cannot-"

"It's uh, Closer, by Nine Inch Nails." I spoke up. The principal sent an irritated look. My gaze shifted to her, she had a hand over her mouth, hiding a smile. Aww...

"I don't care what the song was. You both get one day in school suspension."

"In school!?" We both protested at the same time.

"Yes, after our talk you'll spend the rest of your day in the secondary gym. All of your school work will be given to you, and you can have your bags," He explained, "As for you three, encouraging them to pull their little, stunt!? What did you think would happen!? Three days after school detention."

"Shit..." I spoke underneath my breath, instinctively.

"Wanna go for two days, Iero!?"

"No! No, sorry sir."

"Fine, go on back to your classes," All of us began standing up, "Not you two!" Y/n and I sat back down while the other three boys left the room. Damn...

"You will spend all day in the gym doing your school work. You can only leave for the bathroom and that is it, do you understand!?" We nodded, "Good, go grab your things, get in there."

"Yessir," I said before leaving the room with Y/n beside me.

"God, that guy's gotta real stick up his ass." She spoke, somewhat surprising me from how quiet she had been. I guess she just likes talking to me... cool... I don't mind at all...

"I know right? What the hell crawled up his ass and died?" She giggled.

"That was a pretty sick performance though. Did you see how mad Mr. Snow was!?" She laughed, "I've never done anything like that before."

"Really? Well it was fun having a partner in crime." She giggled once more before we entered the classroom again. Mr. Snow's beady little eyes burned into my forehead.

"No worries sir, we'll be outta your hair," I gazed up at his bald head, "Er, lack there of in no time." Y/n quietly giggled as she grabbed her bag. Internally, I smiled at this.

"Get out of my classroom!"

"Aight aight!" I cried, walking towards the door. Y/n stood outside of it, waiting for me, "See ya Mr. Clean- Mr. Snow."

"Ah!"

"Oh shit..." I dashed out of the room, "I really got him this time, huh?" She giggled.

"He had it coming for him."

Time skip

Y/n sat at the top of the bleachers of the small gym while I began sitting next to her, when the councilor walked in.

"No! You can't sit beside each other!"

"What? Why?"

"This is a punishment! You! Sit there!" She pointed to me, then to a seat further down. I rolled my eyes, but did as told.

"I'll be right outside in that office there," She pointed to an office all the way down the hallway from the big gym door, "If you do anything I'll be onto you. Now, I'll leave you to your studies." And she walked off.

"Bitch..." She spoke. I gazed up at her and chuckled.

"Yeah, she's really got something up her ass." Y/n giggled.

"C'mon," She motioned for me to sit back next to her, "She can't even see us from that far back."

"Cool," I grabbed my bag and did as told, "You're not actually gonna work on this shit, are you?" I asked, flipping through the work we had been given.

"No way, it's not like it counts towards a grade."

"Yeah, I guess it's more of something to do," I leaned back into the painted over brick wall, "Guess all there is to do is wait it out." I gazed over at her. Damn... I wanna kiss her so bad...

"This sucks!" She buried her face in her hands. I chuckled.

"I think that's the point."

"Yeah, I know..." She sighed.

"It was worth it though."

"Sure..." She stood up, and began walking down the bleachers.

"Where're you going?"

"Vending machine, wanna come?" She held a hand out, "It's not very far."

"Alright..." I climbed down and took her hand.

Silently, we walked hand in hand to the big gym doors. The councilor sat at the end of the hall, eyes buried in a book.

"C'mon," Her fingers tugged on mine, and led me out into the hallway, "Here we are." We stood in front of the big black machine with sweet treats and chips in each slot. I like holding her hand...

"I'll buy..." I said, taking out the fifteen bucks I had just earned. She smiled.

"Cool..." For a moment, she thought, scrunching her lips to the right of her face. Aww... she's so cute...

"Would ya quit staring at me like that?" She asked.

"Can't help it when I gotta cute girl beside me." Damn... that was good...

Flustered, her eyes went wide as she stared at the floor. Her cheeks went pink while her free fingers anxiously itched the side of her head. Adorable...

"Uhm, alright..."

She selected her snack of choosing, I slid in a five. Her fingers left mine as she grabbed her snack. I chose my own, got my change, and wandered back into the gym with her.

Instead of sitting beside her, I sat a few seats away. Her cheeks were still a light shade of pink and her finger shook as she ate her chips.

"Y/n...?" She hummed, not bothering to look up at me, "Sorry, about earlier. I can tell I made you uncomfortable." My eyes darted towards her, then back to my bag of chips, back and forth.

Ugh... me and my stupid mouth... she probably hates me now... damnit... I've ruined our mutual chillness of each other...

"Hey Frank?" My head shot up towards her.

"Yeah?"

"You ever wondered how many rectangles there are in these walls?"

"What...?"

"The rectangles," She gazed towards me, "Never mind, it's dumb..."

"No no, I just, didn't understand," I leaned back into my seat, "Let's see, I'd say there's a good hundred and something."

"A hundred and something? I was thinking a good two hundred and something..." She then laid back against the bleacher seats. Her head rested just two seats away from my legs.

"Y/n?"

"Uhuh?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" She tilted her head up to look at me.

"Cause I called you cute..." She giggled.

"No, I wasn't mad. It just, surprised me." Her body shifted so she lay on her stomach, looking at me. She held her fingers together so her chin rested on top of them.

"What're you lookin' at?" I spat.

"Nothin'..." Her gaze wandered around the room, "Frank?" I hummed, "Why'd you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Y'know, stand up on the desk and sing your little song?"

"My friends gave me fifteen bucks for it," She hummed, "And, also, I wanted to impress someone." I held a hand to the back of my neck.

"Impress someone? Who?"

"A girl..." Her eyes lit up.

"A girl!? Who!? Do I know her?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that..." I said, eyes on the bleacher floor, "Why'd you join me?"

"Cause it looked fun and I like Nine Inch Nails. It was weird though," She giggled, "I've never done anything like that before." I chuckled.

"It was pretty fun..." Just then, the sound of footsteps came down the hall. I dove for my original seat, she sat up where she was before. The councilor walked in, just as a bell rang.

"Lunchtime!" The councilor chirped, poking her head through the door, "I'll be back in thirty minutes, no crumbs on the floor."

"Yes ma'am..." I plainly spoke. She nodded her head once before leaving the room, "Cool, wanna sneak out?" I asked, looking up towards Y/n.

"Where would we go?" I shrugged, "Most places are pretty boring at this school."

"I hate this school. Fucking sucks." I launched my school work onto the gymnasium floor.

"Mhm..." She laid back onto the seats, staring at the ceiling. Quietly, I moved up the bleachers, sitting on the one just below her's. I laid back just as she did, with my bag beside me.

"You smoke?" I asked, digging into my bag.

"Sometimes..." Finally, I found the small box of cigarettes, and stuck one between my lips.

"Want one?" I asked, grabbing my lighter from the side pocket and lighting the stick.

"Nah, I'm good..."

"Your loss," I breathed in the smoke, then blew a stream out into the air. She shifted her body so she lay on her side, watching me as I inhaled, and exhaled the smoke, "What?" I blew a stream of smoke at her face. She swatted it away.

"You look good when you smoke."

"Good?" She nodded.

"Hot would be a better word." I smirked.

"You think I'm hot?" She nodded, "Well, you're not too bad yourself." A stream of smoke escaped my lips once more, going up towards the ceiling. She thinks I'm hot... awesome...

"But you're also cute at the same time. It's contradicting, but it suits you." I chuckled, taking out my cigarette, and playing with it between my fingers.

"Y'know, you've got the same deal going. Cute and hot at the same time," I chuckled once more, leaning towards her, "It drives me nuts," My eyes were solely focused on her's as our lips were brought closer and closer together, "Cause I dunno how you do it. Lookin' like that, makin' me get into a band over night just so I can have something to talk about with you."

"Frank..."

"Shh..." I shut my eyes as our lips locked together. Her fingers felt through my hair. Desperately, I tried coming closer to her, but miserably failed by falling into the gap between our rows.

"Fuck..." I had dropped my cigarette onto the bleacher seats. She giggled as I lie there on my back like a turtle tilted upside down.

"Here..." She moved her body on top of mine.

"Oh, I like this..." More giggles erupted from her lips, "I dunno if you caught on, but, you're the girl I was trying to impress."

"Yeah, I got it."

Her lips pressed back against mine. My hands held the back of her shirt. I savored every moment of her lips against mine. Then, I turned over so she was on bottom. She squealed out of surprise, but kept kissing me.

"Y/n..." Just as I whispered against her skin, the bell rang. Neither one of us took notice to that and just, kept to it. My fingers felt up through her hair, when the door opened.

"Lunch is- oh my god!" But, we didn't take any notice to her, "Get off!" She ran over and swatted at me, but we still didn't take any notice of her, "Is that a cigarette!?"

"Frank..."

"I know I know..." Finally, I climbed off of her. Her cheeks were completely crimson as she stood up.

"Go back to your seats! I thought you could handle this on your own, but I guess I'll have to watch you two instead!" She yelled her head off at us, but I was too busy eyeing the girl on the top bleacher to make out a word she said. Y/n... my girl...

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Damn this one is so long. Ah, sorry, I had a lot of fun with it. Idk I just thought it'd be funny if someone randomly got on top of a desk and started singing Closer. Have a nice day~peace out cheesebags