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Expecting.
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After that everything was pretty much a blur. It happened so fast that I really couldn't grasp anything. The bell rang and I went off to go to the bathroom to clean off my face, leaving Gerard there, stunned.
"You're late Mr. Iero." the teacher scolded me as I walked in and sat down.
"Like I care..." I muttered.
"Hey, did you give Gerard a piece of your mind back there?" Rick questioned me.
"Hell I did... hell i did..." I said with my voice trailing off.
"Good. That faggot deserves every bit of it."
I didn't want to say anything so I just sat there quietly the entire time. It was abnormal for me, but no one seemed to notice.
Walking home that day, I saw Gerard. He lived a few blocks up from where I did. As he walked infront of me, I kicked the back of his shins repeatedly. He didn't say anything but he just walked faster.
"Gerard." I said with monotone.
"What do you want Frank? You've done enough damage to me for one day..."
"Hell... I've done enough damage to my rep today if anyone saw us." I stated.
"Don't worry... no one saw anything. Why are you talking to me? I thought you hated me..." Gerard said half sobbing.
"I don't hate you... in fact... it's not like that at all.."
"It's not?" Gerard said, "If it isn't then why do you pick on me every single day?"
"Because... because..." I tripped over my own words.
"It's okay Frank... you don't need to say anything..."
*
The next day was even worse. My friends all expected me to beat on Gerard as I always did. I couldn't bring myself to do it though. I looked into his eyes as he lay on the floor, begging us for some mercy.
"Frank! Help me!" Gerard called out to me.
I just couldn't help him. I had an image to maintain. Was it worth losing it all for this beautiful guy? I didn't think so. I ignored Gerards pleas and crys and I just kicked him. Not even hard. Then I walked off because I couldn't take any more of it.
About 10 minutes later, I sat down with my friends, drinking cans of soda and laughing with them.
"Would Frank Iero please come to the office? Frank Iero to the office." the P.A. called out.
"Ooooh Frankie... you're in shit now." they teased.
"Shut up!" I said, walking off.
At the office the principal sat there in his big leather chair.
"Hello Mr. Iero." he said calmly, "I've been expecting you."
"Well of course you have..." I muttered.
"So I've heard from a lot of people that you're very talented... and especially in guitar."
I shrugged and looked at my feet.
"You could say that I guess.."
"Well we could use you in the school band. Generally this is only open to 11th and 12th graders but for you I'll make an exception. So we'll see you after school every day from 3-5?"
"Uhhh...." I stuttered.
"Okay good. See you soon."
He showed me out the door and I walked off to my locker. God! I thought. Who the hell would be nice enough to do this to me... then it came to me. Gerard.
"You're late Mr. Iero." the teacher scolded me as I walked in and sat down.
"Like I care..." I muttered.
"Hey, did you give Gerard a piece of your mind back there?" Rick questioned me.
"Hell I did... hell i did..." I said with my voice trailing off.
"Good. That faggot deserves every bit of it."
I didn't want to say anything so I just sat there quietly the entire time. It was abnormal for me, but no one seemed to notice.
Walking home that day, I saw Gerard. He lived a few blocks up from where I did. As he walked infront of me, I kicked the back of his shins repeatedly. He didn't say anything but he just walked faster.
"Gerard." I said with monotone.
"What do you want Frank? You've done enough damage to me for one day..."
"Hell... I've done enough damage to my rep today if anyone saw us." I stated.
"Don't worry... no one saw anything. Why are you talking to me? I thought you hated me..." Gerard said half sobbing.
"I don't hate you... in fact... it's not like that at all.."
"It's not?" Gerard said, "If it isn't then why do you pick on me every single day?"
"Because... because..." I tripped over my own words.
"It's okay Frank... you don't need to say anything..."
*
The next day was even worse. My friends all expected me to beat on Gerard as I always did. I couldn't bring myself to do it though. I looked into his eyes as he lay on the floor, begging us for some mercy.
"Frank! Help me!" Gerard called out to me.
I just couldn't help him. I had an image to maintain. Was it worth losing it all for this beautiful guy? I didn't think so. I ignored Gerards pleas and crys and I just kicked him. Not even hard. Then I walked off because I couldn't take any more of it.
About 10 minutes later, I sat down with my friends, drinking cans of soda and laughing with them.
"Would Frank Iero please come to the office? Frank Iero to the office." the P.A. called out.
"Ooooh Frankie... you're in shit now." they teased.
"Shut up!" I said, walking off.
At the office the principal sat there in his big leather chair.
"Hello Mr. Iero." he said calmly, "I've been expecting you."
"Well of course you have..." I muttered.
"So I've heard from a lot of people that you're very talented... and especially in guitar."
I shrugged and looked at my feet.
"You could say that I guess.."
"Well we could use you in the school band. Generally this is only open to 11th and 12th graders but for you I'll make an exception. So we'll see you after school every day from 3-5?"
"Uhhh...." I stuttered.
"Okay good. See you soon."
He showed me out the door and I walked off to my locker. God! I thought. Who the hell would be nice enough to do this to me... then it came to me. Gerard.
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