Song: Paralyzer
Artist: Finger Eleven
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Gerard's P.O.V.

I let the shower stream fall down my body, making mishaped trails everywhere as I stared at nothing in particular.

"Gerard! Get out!" Mikey brought me back into reality by obnoxiously pounding on the bathroom door. I sighed in frustration before turning off the water and pulling the shower curtain back.

I grabbed a towel and dried myself off  before tossing the dirty towel in the hamper and beginning to dress myself.

"Look whose finally out, what were you doing in there?" Mikey popped in front of me as I opened the door.

Screwing up.

"Thinking." I replied.

He raised an eyebrow at me and slipped past. I went into my room and  closed the door, I pulled my phone off the charger and tucked it in my back pocket.

I ran my fingers through my hair a few times until it looked somewhat tamed, I've lost the ability to actually care what I look like most days which honestly is way easier.

"Gee! Come on!" Mikey's voice was muffled through the door.

I looked around for a moment until I spotted my back pack lying in the corner of my room, I walked over and picked it up, slinging the heavy bag over my shoulder before exiting my cave of solitude.

"Keep your tea in the cup I'm coming."

I don't know why I say that but I made it up about a year ago and for some reason liked it. So I just stuck with it.

"Bye mom," I said as Mikey and I walked out on our way to hell.

I fucking hate school with a firing passion.

We were walking in silence until Mikeys phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out. "Hey, there's a New kid in school. Ray said we gotta meet him." Mikey said while texting out a reply.

Yay, new people.

"I'm thrilled." I said trying to sound on the bright side of things. Here's the thing, I don't do good with people I don't know.

At all... I'm too introverted.

It's not them of course it's just me, I'm shy and awkward. That doesn't mix with meeting some body new. I saw the school come into view and tried my best to stay calm, we were still about five minutes away but it was a big school so I could see it from where we are.

Mikey finally took notice of my distress and placed a hand on my shoulder. "You'll be fine Gee, I'll be here for you." He smiled.

I tried to smile back, failing though as we walked onto the school campus and through the double doors that stayed propped open during the mornings when students were still arriving.

"Hey guys!" Our curly puff ball of a friend Ray said cheerfully.

"Hi." I said simply and decided to pick at my fingers. Ray turned to a shorter guy standing right beside him and said something, causing the boy to nod.

"Hey Ray... Is this Frank?" Mikey asked fist bumping Ray. "Yeah,"

"I'm Mikey... This is Gerard, my brother, he doesn't really talk to new people much."

"Ah okay, well, it's nice to meet you guys." Frank said kind of awkwardly.

Mikey started up a conversation about schedules as I took this time to get a good look at Frank... Okay that sounded creepy.

He was cute, short as shit. But cute.

He had on a Misfits shirt so there goes one perk. I noticed he had his nails painted black.

He had gauges, looked like double zeros... And black hair that went a little past his shoulders. He also had tattoos covering his hands and arms up into his sleeves.

"Gerard, you and Frank have first period together so you can walk him to class." Ray said not looking up from what I assumed was Frank's class schedule.

The bell rang- thankfully. Frank started following me to class since we had the first one together and didn't know where he was going.

"So what grade are you in?" He said, trying to make conversation.

Did he not hear Mikey when I said I didn't speak to new people? Guess not...

"Okay... Take as long as you need to talk to me, it's alright. I'm cool either way." He waved off.

We walked into first class which was science. I sat my usual seat in the back and Frank sat next to me.

Everybody else piled in but I was focused on trying to see if was asshole was here today.

Yep.

Of course I couldn't get a break! Ugh.

I saw Frank looked at me a little concerned then look ahead at the corner of my eye, noticing my expression.

"Hey Geetard... Got a boyfriend, huh?" Bert said as he neared my seat and threw a pencil at me.

He walked over to Frank and held out a hand.

"Surely you're not a dirty queer too, eh?" Bert said and Frank raised an eyebrow at him. He already looked like he wanted to hit him.

When Frank didn't reply Bert spoke again. "My name is Bert, wanna ditch this loser and come sit with my friends?" He said expanding his arm out to take Frank's hand.

Frank didn't take it which actually surprised me, why wouldn't he take the chance to not get bullied? Mistake, he would have to deal with his shit too. Although I wouldn't take that hand either knowing how much of a dick Bert is.

"Get your fucking hand away from me." Frank snapped, Berts face turned red from anger then.

"You got a pair little man." Bert said angrily and dropped his arm back by his side.

"Fuck you, stop talking to me asshole."

"What the Fuck did you say short stack?!" He sneered, grabbing a handful of Frank's shirt and yanking him to his feet.

They had the attention of the entire class by this point.

"Don't call me short motherfucker." Frank said furily completely ignoring Bert's previous question. Bert smirked and got closer to Frank's face then, about an inch away from him.

"Short. Fucking. St--"

The only thing I registered after that was seeing Frank holding Bert by the pressure point on his neck with one hand, holding a pencil in the other. "Test me."

"IERO! Put down the pencil right now!" Mrs. Jackson suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "You do not want me to expel you on your first day, do you?"

Frank looked at her annoyed and dramatically let go of Bert and flopped in his seat, his leg bouncing up and down in an attempt to calm down.

"McCracken sit down. I am sick of your stunts, and next time I see it you're being kicked from my class!"

"Watch your back bitch." Bert said to Frank and turned away smirking, and took his seat before Mrs. Jackson started the lesson.

"Fuckin' asshole." I heard Frank mumble.

What in the actual hell just happened? I looked to Frank who was quietly huffing while he stared at the ground with deep anger in his expression and his arms folded across his chest.

He glanced my direction probably feeling my eyes on him, I quickly looked away still confused.

I turned my attention back to my sketchbook and continued to draw in the book for the remainder of the class.

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So I hope that wasn't as bad as when I first wrote the story?? After I rewrite I'll force myself not to look at it so I don't cringe and re-re-write it. :))

I wanted to at least redo one chapter before I went on hiatus so here you go. And no I'm not going to abandon this story like a lot of people do, I'm just taking a break from Wattpad because I'm depressed haha.

(((((((Good Vibes my fellow rat's)))))))

Byeee
Xoxo

~P.O.D