Gerard's POV
The ride home was silent for the first few minutes, until I said, "You'll never guess who my new lab partner is." The guys thought for a moment.
"Ryan Sharif?" Ray guessed. Ryan was a guy we'd met once or twice at parties and stuff.
"Nope," I replied.
"Miley Cyrus?" Mikey guessed, smiling.
"What the fuck? Hell no," I replied. They each guessed a few more people: some mutual friends, people we knew from grammar school...
Ray eventually said, "We give up."
"It's Frank Iero," I said.
"That fag who always picked on you when we were kids?" Mikey asked.
"Yeah," Ireplied, grimacing. We arrived at Ray's house then. He got out of the car and flashed a peace sign as we drove away. When we got home, I showed Mikey the songs I was working on and let him edit a little, adding some parts and changing words around. When we finished those, we started a new one. We were up until midnight writing that one, but only because we kept stopping to talk about random stuff, read comics, or play video games.
I went to bed, hoping tomorrow would be better. It was, for the most part, except for chemistry. Things were awkward between Frank and I again. We had yet to speak one word to each other. I bolted out of the room so fast when the bell rang that I forgot my notebook... but I didn't notice yet. I noticed around the end of 8th period. I figured I left it in chemistry, so I went back to look after class but it wasn't there. Shit. Frank must have it.