Frank's POV
"psh. You don't know me." I fumed. I was in the guidance councilors office again- seventh time this week.
"well, it seems that nobody does, frank. And I think we need to change that." I rolled my eyes at the dumb, annoyingly soft-spoken woman in front of me.
"How do you plan to do that?" I asked sarcastically.
"well," she droned, "since you seem to have quite a reputation with all of the other students, I'm assigning you to show around the new student that will arrive here tomorrow. He's in your grade, and actually lives quite near to you."
Great. These freaks know where I live. I rolled my eyes again, sighing, because even though it might seem like they were giving me a choice, it was nowhere near it.
"fine. What's this prick's name?"
"now, Frank," She said. God, I hated her voice. Who was she trying to be, My mother? "You don't know you won't like him. You don't even know him"
"Yeah, well there's a fat chance we'll become best friends. He'll probably just be like everyone else in this fucking place." The councilor sighed.
"Regardless. His name is Gerard, Gerard Way. He's recently moved here from Chicago, and you're to show him around here."
"whatever." I said, as the tiny bell on her desk rang, signaling the end of our time. As I got up and turned to leave, she called me back. Not helping my mood.
"oh, and frank?"
"yeah." bitch.
"you never know what could happen. Keep an open mind about this boy. For all you know, he could change your whole life around." I scoffed. Likely.
"yeah. Sure. Whatever." I said, before spinning around again and heading out of the door to my next class.