Frank's P.O.V

Beep beep beep beep

I mumbled, reaching out my hand and slamming my alarm clock, so it stopped. The morning sunlight filled my tired eyes as I opened them. I grumbled, and grabbed my phone from my bed side table.

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An exited smile spread across my face, it quickly faded, as I realised the message was from my mobile network.

I leaned back into my pillow, breathing out and closing my eyes. I really didn't want to go to school. In fact, that's the last place I wanted to be.

'Frankie, get up! you don't want to be late!' my mum called up the stairs

I groaned, and leaned up, pushing the covers off, and ruffled my hair as I walked over to my wardrobe , picking out some black jeans, and the misfits T-shirt that I'd brought when I was 13. It was quite concerning that it still fit perfectly, and I'm 16 now..

Gerard's P.O.V

I was awoken by my crazy mum banging on my door

'WAKE THE FUCK UP'

'Yeah, all-fucking-right!' I shouted back, rubbing my eyes. I picked up my phone

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Sometimes it sucked, having all these people talking to me at once, all these expectations. I sometimes wish it all went back to how it was before this sudden popularity.

I threw my phone back onto my bed side table. And put my hands over my face and sighed.

All of a sudden, my mum burst into my room, and threw a bar of soap at my head.

'What the?-'

'Go wash! You need a shower, after staying up most of the night texting all these fucking people, you forgot, again'

I reluctantly got up off my bed, rubbing my head where the soap had collided with my skull. I swear, that women is a psycho.

I pushed the button of the shower, and the water bean to tumble down. I stepped in, and let the hot water run down my aching back- I must have slept funny. I stayed in there for about 15 minutes, just standing, thinking about my life, and what it had become.

When I got out of the shower, I pulled on some baggy jeans and a white T-shirt. I sighed at myself in the mirror, I ran down the stairs.

'Have some toast, you skinny shit' My mum called. I grabbed a slice of toast from the plate on the table, and exited the house. When I was half way down the street, I threw the toast into some bush. I have to keep my figure like this. I don't like eating anyway.

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Frank's P.O.V

I walked into class, and took my seat at the front. Glaring back at some of the stares I got. A few minutes later, one of my only friends, Brina walked in.

'Hey Frank' she smiled, taking her seat in front of me. I smiled back, and said 'Hey, how was your weekend?'

We sat though registration, talking about the weekend. And after what seemed like no time, the bell rang. I made my way to my locker before I went to English. As I walked, I felt a tight grip on the side of my T-shirt, as I was shoved sideways into my locker.

'OW!' I screamed, dropping my bag to clutch my side. As I did so, all my books fell out.

I let out a sigh. All of a sudden, someone was leaning down, collecting my books, his black fringe falling into his face as he did so. When he looked up, I gasped, It was Gerard.

We were friends, back when we were 13 .Really good friends. We did everything together. But he suddenly found some new, and apparently more interesting friends, and left me.

'Thanks' I mumbled, looking down at me feet.

'What the fuck?' one of his friends sneered, as he grabbed Gerard's arm, pulling him away from me.

'haha, I don't know, I felt sorry for the kid' he replied. They both laughed, and their conversation drowned out with the sound of the crowded corridor.

Now I'm just 'the kid' to him, he probably doesn't even remember my name. I felt anger welling up inside of me.

I quickly put my things into my locker, and rushed to English. The corridors were beginning to become empty. I entered the room, and took my seat. The lesson passed slowly. I was mostly daydreaming, about rocking out on a stage in front of thousands of people. They were chanting my name

Frank! Frank! Frank! FRANK! FRANK IERO!

'FRANK IERO, DO YOU WANT DETENTION?' My teacher called, snapping me back into reality. I looked up at her, a puzzled expression on my face.

She handed me a note. It read;

Yoo Josh, I love you, since I'm a fag, I wanted you to come over to mine tonight!

Frank xoxoxox

There was a scruffy hand drawn heart at the bottom of the paper. And it was obviously not my handwriting

'Care to explain?' The teacher said

I looked at her, gobsmacked.

'I..I didn't write that miss, I swear!' I pleaded with her.

She just shook her head 'Out.' She said, pointing to the door.

I walked down the centre of the class, everyone was staring and whispering among themselves. I felt my face flush red. I gave Josh a death look, and slammed the door behind me.

I put my back on the wall, and slid down it, ending up on the floor. I sighed, wrapping my arms around my knees, and put my head back on the wall and looked up at the ceiling.

Before I could think, the door was crashed open, and Gerard burst out, cursing.

'Fucking homophobes, I just want to drown them all' he mumbled under his breath, glaring at the door, his fists clenched. He froze, as he looked at me, his eyes wide with surprise. I just looked straight forwards, ignoring him. He sat down on the floor opposite, meeting my gaze.

'Why are you ignoring me Frankie?

'Well, for a start, you left me with no fucking friends and became a jock. And don't you dare call me Frankie.' I snapped, getting up and storming down the corridor.

I looked back, before I walked into the toilets, he was still staring at the spot I had just been sitting in. I saw him wipe a tear from his cheek

'Jerk' I said, closing the toilet door behind me.