Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex, harsh language and alcohol/drug abuse.
Paring: Frank/Gerard of My Chemical Romance.
Disclaimer: This is fiction, it never happened and it's not going to. I don't know/own My Chemical Romance or any other characters used in this plot.

I chewed my lip ring with high levels of aggravation. The tapping of his pencil was ticking loudly around my inner skull, slowly bringing me to the point of insanity. Suddenly, the intense tapping stopped. I relaxed and released the intense grip I was holding on the metal piercing my lip.

I glanced around the classroom. The high-pitched voices of preppy sluts chatting merrily to their clones screeched through my ear drums and sent chills down my spine like nails on a chalkboard.

I grinded my teeth as another boy started to drag the end of his worksheet down the metal coil of his notebook, creating another annoyance to add to the list.

The teacher was a mindless bore in front of the classroom. His monotone voice attempting to drown out the constant annoying clicks of gel pens as girls chewed on the ends of them. I continued to grind my teeth together, crunching enamel to enamel as the clicks of the pens started to get under my skin.

My brain began to focus on every small annoyance at the same time. Soon enough, it all became overwhelming and I felt suffocated by all the antics of the breathing bodies stuffed into the same room.

I finally snapped when someone started to squeak the rubber of the bottoms of their shoes against the wet school tiling.

I grabbed my 'Rebok' backpack from the back of the red plastic chair and stuffed my World Geography books inside. I stood upright and exited the classroom without another word from anymore. The teacher didn't even seem to notice, he just continued ranting about rice farms in China.

"Mr. Iero, you shouldn't be wandering the–"

"Fuck off!" I snarled, not caring that it was my principle who had been speaking to me, and not caring that I was probably going to be faced with a detention as soon as I dared darken the doorway of the place again.

I slammed both of my hands against the horizontal metal bar which opened the school's doors and burst out into the hot afternoon of June in Jersey.

I walked the entire hour and a half through traffic lights and city scenes until I landed within the upperclass Jersey neighbourhood where I was forced to call home.

I put up the hood on my black and gray striped hoody as I walked through the pastel pink door which gruesomely matched the similar colour of the side panelling.

"Why are you home so early, Frank?"

I was greeted with the bitter-sweet voice of Mrs. Way, more recently known as my foster-care guardian.

"Fucking highschool," I had hissed. "I don't need it."

"Watch your language, darling," she reminded me. She was so nice that it was fucking sickly.

I heard the thump of footsteps coming down over the stairs. I glanced towards the hardwood stairway with the perfect white trailing only to come face to face with Satan, aka, Mrs. Way's eldest.

"Oh, what a rebel, he's skipping school, now," he remarked, very sarcastically.

I felt like launching into him and ploughing his brains out. Just the looks of him contrasting with the perfect 'everything in its' place' house made me want to clobber the boy.

His hair was shoulder length and as black as the night, aside from the hideous way he had died his roots a bright green. It was so obvious that the black was fake, his hair looked like fucking Barbie's hair; plastic. He always wore his jeans alarmingly tight, yet his zip-up hoodys were always slightly baggy on his figure. His eyes were always slick with black eyeliner and red eye shadow. He was like a wanna-be scene kid, only he could actually pull it off sometimes.

"Go paint a fucking picture," I had snapped at him, attacking his strongest aspect. He was an artist, you couldn't deny it. He had talent, and I envied him for it.

"Go suck some more dick," he retorted very quickly. I rolled my eyes at his lame attempt at trying to make me feel out of place because of my sexual preference.

"Go suck your own dick, god knows that no one else will."

"Boys! Enough of that!" Mrs. Way interrupted us.

I scoffed under my breath, watching out of the corner of my eye as Gerard gave me a mocking expression then piled himself in the armchair the farthest away from me.

"Frank, darling, you have to stop leaving school like this, if you keep it up, you're going to get transferred again." I ignored her pity pleas about me staying in school.

"Mhm," I mumbled, not really paying attention, "I wasn't feeling well, and everyone was annoying me," I said to her.

"That still doesn't mean that you can leave the place any time you want without any excuses," she said, smiley sweetly. I just nodded my head at her and concerned myself with my mp3 player. She went on with whatever she had been doing before I had barged in unannounced.

"You're going to be transferred out of here just as quick as you were transferred out of the last home." I was just about to pop one of the ear phones in my ear when Gerard spoke up. I glanced up at him and snarled under my breath, putting my music on 'pause' for a moment.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I sneered at him.

"I can't say that I'd miss you."

I rolled my eyes at his response before getting up off the couch to go to the bathroom. I reached the bottom of the staircase then turned back to face him. "No," I started, "you wouldn't." Gerard looked over at me. "But your girlfriend would."

"You little shit," Gerard snarled, bounding up off the couch as I scrambled up over the stairs, laughing my ass off the entire way.