Chapter 3 - Gerard POV
The new kid, Frank, walks up to my desk and asks if he can sit there.
"Course you can." I say, I smile at him. He's kinda cute, his hair is sort of coming down one side of his face, which I quite like, and he's so small, I decide to introduce myself. "I'm Gerard Way by the way."
"Oh, I know." he says, my confusion must've showed as he says "I met your brother Mikey in my last class."
"Ah right." I didn't know what else to say so we sat there in an awkward silence not really listening to the teacher drone on. I took in his features in the short time, his auburn eyes, his little ears and his perfect lips. I realise he has lip and nose piercings, he suits them, and I mean really suits them.
"Mikey said that I could hang out with you guys, if that's alright with you of course...?" he was asking permission to be friends with me, my head screamed "OH MY GOD SO CUTE", thank god I didn't say that out loud though.
"Of course I'm fine with it, that's awesome." He beamed at me, his smile is so adorable. "It'll be great to have someone new in the gang. I take it you know Ray then?"
"I know who he is, we didn't get the chance to talk though."
"Oh okay, don't tell him this," I leaned in to whisper, I never want Frank to be farther from me than this, "but I call him Princess Fro Fro." He giggles at this, his laugh is perfect, it's like a proper giggle.
I can't believe I fell for someone I barely know this quick, but somehow I felt as if everything fell into place when we started talking. I notice his sleeve had rolled up a little and I see marks on his wrist.
"Frank, I think there's something on your arm." I point to the mark, and I realise what it is. I feel so stupid, I would've hated if someone had asked me about my scars in such a casual tone. His face completely lost all happiness and he hastily shoves his sleeve back down and puts his arms under the desk. He mumbles about it "being nothing" and it being "just pen marks". He suddenly looks so vulnerable. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise at first-"
"It's really nothing." He says more sternly. I do feel a little hurt, but I understand that it's something to be really embarrassed about.
"Frank, whatever's going on, you don't need to do that to yourself." I put my hand on his shoulder, he looks away, I'm glad he doesn't shrug it off.
"I don't want to talk about it." I barely hear it, he seems so alone and sad I just want to hold him in my arms for eternity, but I can't, so I take my hand off his shoulder and we go without talking for the rest of the class.