Gee POV
I sat there, mindlessly doodling on the piece of paper in front of me. I was in the very back of the room, the perfect place for an antisocial guy like me.
"Mr. Way, are you paying attention?" the Bitch, I mean teacher growled at me.
"Nope," not the answer she wanted.
Everyone was looking at me (what's different there?) with mixed emotions. Everyone here hated me. I was the loner freak who spent his Saturday nights alone. Everyone thought I was gay because I never had a girlfriend. Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't. There just wasn't anyone here in this fucking hellhole that interested me. That all changed when he walked in.
"Who are you? And why in Christ's name are you so late?" Ms. Bitch growled at the boy who walked in.
He was gorgeous from head to foot. He had black hair that was cut close to his head and parted in a way that it fell slightly in his face, but not enough to cover his eyes. He had on a large black and white striped tee-shirt and black skinny jeans. He said something that I didn't hear and scratched the back of his head. When he moved his hand, I noticed he had black fingerless gloves on.
"Well, Mr. Iero, you go sit by Mr. Way," Ms. Bitch pointed a talon at me.
Frank nodded then sat next to me in the back.
"Hi, I'm Frank," he leaned towards me. I smelt cigarettes on his breath.
"Gerard," he probably smelt cigarettes on my breath too. We were both smokers, there's something we had in common.
On closer inspection of him, I noticed a tattoo on his neck and that it looked like he had more tattoos under his shirt. I also noticed a lip ring and nose piercing. I would have piercings, if it weren't for the needles that one had to use to obtain said body art. I swear needles where sent from hell to cause me terror.
We were still staring intensely at each other, until some douche "coughed" the word fag. This caused the class to snicker and look back at us.
Frank immediately blushed and looked away. He looked cute with the pink tint on his checks.
"Shut up," I "coughed" back to the guy. "Sorry 'bout that Frank, they've been on me ever since I showed up to school wearing skinny jeans and eyeliner."
"That's okay, I got that a lot at my old school," he whispered back.
Wait, did this mean he was gay? Did I have a chance with him? Wait…was I gay? Did I like this guy? I swallowed and quickly looked away, blushing. I had never felt this way towards anyone. Not even that girl who I thought I liked in eighth grade. It was weird to me.
The bell ringing to dismiss us snapped me out of my confusing thoughts. Frank stood up and looked down at me, expecting me to stand as well.
"What do you have next?" he asked as I stood.
"Art," I smiled, art was my favorite class.
"Oh," his face fell a little, thus confusing me even more. "Well, see you later." He walked off to his next class, which was in the opposite direction of the art room.
Hmm, maybe art class will give me time to clear my head, I thought as I walked to the one room in the whole school that I didn't wanna blow up.
"Hello, Mr. Way," the art teacher, Mr. Nelson, smiled as I walked in.
I waved back and sat in the very back. I needed to think and the back of the room was the perfect place for that to happen. I opened my sketch pad and mindlessly sketched while I thought about my feelings towards Frank. Did I like him, and did he like me? Luckily lunch was two classes away. That'd give me enough time to ask him stuff, or not.