"Morning Frank." Mr. Bowie had said as I walked in. "Morning." I mumbled under my breath. I hated this class. I wasn't bad in Algebra, and Mr. Bowie wasn't all that bad either. It was the, stud- rather I say, creatures that I had to spend my time with. As I made my way to the back of the room, I felt something jabbed in my back. I turned around, and whaddya know, it was Bert, the school's star athelete. " Get out of the way, jackass." he snarled. "Make me." I glared at him, turned around and kept walking down the row of seats. "Is that why Gerard was calling me over to his house yesterday?" he shouted down the isle, other students began to laugh. "Fuck off." I know it shouldn't hurt, I know I should be over Gerard, after all he's done to me. But I couldn't, I still loved him. I quickly hit myself in the head, I was to teach myself to hate Gerard. Any thought of missing him resulted in self harm. I put my stuff under my chair and began doodling on last night's homework I didn't do. My head was still in the clouds, thinking of what was going to happen between me and Gerard. I wasn't going to give him any sympathy what so ever. He didn't deserve it, I told myself. Before I knew it, class was over. I was walking to the door when Mr. Bowie called me over. "Frank, may I have a word with you, please?" "Yes sir." Mr. Bowie used to be my favorite teacher, he always challenged me with college calculus and praised me ever so much when I turned it in correctly. He always cared about me, he was another person I was sorry to dissapoint. "Please tell me what's going on, you were such a good student, and now... is something going on at home? I just want you to reach your fullest potential, Frank. And I know this isn't it." he genuinely looked upset. "I'm sorry, sir. I really will promise to try harder. Give me a CC problem tomorrow?" I smiled. And he did too. "You got it, Frank." "Goodbye." and then I headed out of the classroom and over to my locker. Mikey was waiting for me there, to go to study hall. I put in my combination and grabbed my books. "Hey bro," I said, finishing up. "Ready?" "Yup, let's go." he said. As we walked in to the library I told Mikey the situation with Gerard. "Soo, your not being serious are you?" he said, while throwing himself in the nearest chair. I sighed, "Well, yeah. I am." He just sort of stared at me, pretty much indifferently. "Frank, I know Gerard's my brother and all, but you know what he's done. You know what he's done to you. Are you really going back there?" "Maybe he's changed." I mumbled under my breath. Wait.. why was I defending him? I shouldn't be! I quickly pierced my skin for trying to defend him. I held in a yelp of pain, Mikey couldn't know what I was doing to myself. "We both know he hasn't." Mikey said at almost a whisper. He too, was dissapointed in his brother. But as Gerard had yelled at Mikey plenty of times before, with the taste of liquor in his breath, "You should really stop beating a dead horse, little brother." He gave up on his brother, he had too. Mikey had problems of his own, which hurt me even more when he found out about me. If anyone needed a break, it was him. We pretty much sat in silence for the rest of the 55 minutes. After the bell rang, the rest of the day went by pretty quickly. Nothing happened as usual. I got my stuff out of my locker and headed to the doors of the courtyard. I looked out the window to see if he was already out there, surrounded by Bert, William, Patrick and his brother Pete. And that's when I saw him. He hasn't changed, he's still so perfect, I thought to myself. His black hair glistened over his forehead, a jet black. His pale skin sent a shiver down my spine. His smile was so vagrent, and bright. I remember the first time he talked to me. It was the first day of school, and I was only in 9th grade, and he was in 10th. I bumped into him and sent my papers flying into oblivion. I freaked out and fell to the floor, with my hands in my face. He chuckled and picked up all my papers, reading out my name when he saw one eligible enough to read. "Frank I-Ieee-roh?" I giggled as he struggled to pronounce it aloud. "Yes, Iero. And thank you for helping me, I guess I haven't got the hang of things yet." He smiled that fucking smiled. "It's alright, I know the feeling. Know were your classes are?" I shook my head hopeless, and he showed me around. We talked about all kinds of stuff that day, random things. I thought he was the kind of guy to be my best friend for life, not an ex. I sighed aloud and walked through the double doors. As soon as the doors opened, he looked directly my way and smiled. I smiled the fakest smile my mind could process and walked over to him. "Hey Frankie!" he exclaimed. "Hi..?" I had to try my best to hide my excitement. I loved how happy Gerard was to see me. Because I was excited to see him. "How have you been, baby?" "Peachy. And don't call me that." I started fumbling with the cuffs of my shirt. "Sorry, old habit?" he half smiled. "Anyways, let's get down to business!" I sat down on the bench and through my backpack God knows where. "Alright?" "Well, I wanted to say I'm really sorry. And I know you shouldn't forgive me, but I just want you to know I haven't gone a day without thinking about you." he looked at me while running his fingers through his hair. My heart desperately wanted to say, I still fucking love you so much. But my mind somewhat came out with the response of "Oh." Nice one, Frank. "Well you obviously are done with me and I respect that. I'll go now, goodbye, Frankie." he started to walk away. Frank. Stop. Water you about to do. Frank. Frank. Before I knew it I had already ran over to him and did something else to fuck my life up a little more.