CHAPTER 2

Gerard's POV

Dear diary,

I'm pissed off again. No change there. My so-called 'friends' were being asses again and picking on some poor kid in one of the lower years. I really wanted to help this one, badly. Guilt was taking over me, but I kept the straight face I had practiced so many times and just stood away from it, waiting for them to finish like always. The worst part of all of it was, this kid was screaming. He was shaking and trying to run away, shouting loudly for someone, anyone to help him. Just like Frank had.

A day didn't go by when I didn't regret what had happened to him. What I had LET happen to him. He had been my best friend right from my first day, and showed me nothing but kindness. Then I let popularity get to my head and treated him like shit and left him to be beaten up. If I could go back to that day and stop it, I would.

I still feel full of guilt every single day when I see other children with the same fate as Frank, but this is what has been keeping me from putting an end to it. I really don't want this sort of thing to happen to me. I have a much easier life just looking the other way, even though I spend every day feeling guilty and awful. I've still been cutting, but on my legs as I always wear skinnies so no one would see. I want to stop, but it's the only way to release my anger and pain at my mistakes. I would give anything for Frank to talk to me again. I tried today. I actually got the courage to try to speak to him again. My love for art helped me as I was sitting next to him in maths and saw he was staring at a drawing he had been doing all lesson. Something was missing I thought, and that seemed as if that's what he was thinking too. When the bell rang and everyone was leaving, I quickly leaned down to him and told him to add fangs to it cause it would look nice. As I left, I turned back to smile at him, but it was met with the filthiest scowl I had ever seen. He hated me. He REALLY hated me. And it was all my fault that I had lost my one true friend.

~~The Next Day~~

Frank's POV

Man, I hate tuesdays. Tuesday is the day that I have to endure history with the meanest bitch of a teacher I had ever encountered. And yet again, the thought of doing my homework had escaped my mind completely. I stood there and stared back as I felt the spit from her huge mouth pelt my face as she screamed at me, yet again. I just kept replying "yes miss" at necesarry times and then she sent me back to my seat after writing in my school planner. I looked down at the page. Detention, this lunch. Brilliant.

The day moved slowly but eventually it was lunch, so I left my science class after accidentally making a chemical explode into this girl's face (and then having to apologise to her), and made my way to the detention room. I had been here enough time to almost know the room inside out, and as I walked in the door, I looked around. Several jocks were sitting near the front of the room as the supervisor normally left to go and get his lunch before watching everyone. The only other people in the room I didn't recognise. I went straight to the back corner and took out my phone, scrolling on tumblr. I froze in my seat as I felt someone come and sit next to me, expecting to be hit.

"Hey" a familiar voice said. I turned to see who it was. It was Mikey, Gerard's brother. He seemed a lot nicer than Gerard, even though they were close he still smiled and talked to me when we occasionally bumped into eachother, and his friends were decent people too from what I had seen. "Hi" I replied.

"So what did you do to get into detention?" He asked. It was clearly one of his first times here.

"Nothing big, just didn't do my homework again, I swear my teacher will explode someday" I laughed. Mikey laughed too.

"Explosions are pretty cool though" He smiled. "Infact, wanna get out of here and we can go and explode stuff at the park?" He asked. I looked at him, confused. He had never asked me to do anything before, had Gerard and his friends put him up to it? I didn't think so. He wasn't that type of person. "Yeah sure" I said, and we both walked to the door.

"Where you going fag?" I heard one of the jocks call from inside the room. I turned, smiled sweetly, and then gave him the finger, walking away with Mikey. We climbed over the school gate and eventually we were at the park. Mikey opened his bag to reveal several bottles of coke and packets of mentos. Not the explosions I had in mind, but I guessed it would still be fun. He handed me a few bottles and a handful of mentos. I kept one bottle and two mentos, putting the rest against a tree, as Mikey did the same. We looked at eachother and nodded.

Three, two, one...

We opened the bottles of coke and put the mentos inside, closing them quickly and throwing them. They exploded, the coke flying in all directions. We ran for cover behind a tree as a very angry old lady began shouting in our direction, and then collapsed on the grass in fits of laughter. I looked at Mikey while he was laughing. Maybe he wasn't as bad as his brother after all, I could see us being friends.

After a while we had completely forgotten about school, and heard the bell signalling the end of the day sound from it's direction.

"Oh shit" Mikey said, looking worried.

"Calm down Mikes, it doesn't matter, I do this all the time and the school are too lazy to follow it up, you're safe" I reassured him and he relaxed.

"So who do you normally do this with?" He asked me. I looked at the ground, sort of ashamed.

"No one, I'm usually by myself. I don't have a lot of friends, you see..." I said, looking back up at him to see his reaction. He smiled broadly at me, and the smile alone made me feel happier and smile back.

"Well you have one more friend now!" He said, and I felt happier than I had in a long time. I now had a best friend.