You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Public School
PG, possibly PG-13. May get higher later.
MIkey Way is the new kid at school where he meets Frank Iero who cares maybe a little too much.
Another fucking school. Between my mom moving constantly after every heartbreak and me getting beat up so much and transferred until there were no more schools in the county, I'm barely at the same school for a year. Something about me must scream "faggot" because they can always seem to tell. I'm used to it by now though, I can hardly feel the pain when they beat the shit out of me. Meet Mikey Way, your average scrawny, awkward nerd. Hell, I even wear glasses! I've been through almost everything a kid can go through at public high school (minus rape, pregnancy, and like, happiness). I'm pretty numb most of the time though, which is cool. Maybe that's why I didn't feel the rush of adrenaline when I walked into my first period Chemistry class on the first day. She barely looked up, just pointed to a desk in the back of the room. I rushed to my desk, which was a mistake. Everyone knows new kids shouldn't rush. Why? Because assholes stick out their foot to trip you. I pitched forward but, luckily, caught myself on someone's desk before introducing the floor to my face. Even so, the class erupted into giggles as I did the walk of shame to my seat.
Five minutes later, the door flew open and in strode a kid who's expression clearly stated "fuck with me and I'll beat you senseless". He was shorter than me by at least a foot and had a heavier build. Not fat, but muscular. Unlike me, who was often nicknamed Skeletor. His dark hair stuck up in different directions giving him the appearance of a windblown puppy with a lot of eyeliner.
"Frank Iero this is the third time you've been late this week! Do you have a note?" The teacher's voice was bland, unexpectant. She obviously didn't have high expectations for this kid.
"Gladys, I won't lie. I was finishing my cigarette. You should know by now that I would sooner die than have a valid excuse and a note! Now that we've cleared that up, would you mind telling me why some loser new kid is in my seat?" Frank smirked at her and I felt myself flush. Apparently he was one of THOSE guys. Wonderful.
"Mr. Iero you better straighten up that attitude of yours!" Snapped the teacher. Frank's smirk only grew more pronounced. "Just….ugh! Go sit down next to Michael before I send you to the principal's office!" She growled, a little flustered. I found this amusing. Frank practically pranced over to me and I tensed, ready for the usual stream of insults. To my surprise, they never came. Frank barely glanced at me before taking out a notebook and starting to doodle. It was 45 minutes of tense anticipation but neither verbal nor physical attacks came from Frank. In fact, he didn't even acknowledge my existence until after the bell. I'd nearly run out of the room, nose in schedule, when I slammed into Frank. My eyes went wide and I let out my normal stream of apologizes.
"Yeah you better be sorry." Frank said boredly, picking up my schedule that I'd dropped in shock and fear. He glanced at it and then to me. "Gym's this way." He set out walking and all I could do was follow. I feared the worst but my fears were once again proven wrong as he actually took me to the gym. I changed quickly and went out to the gym to avoid the beating that I knew was soon.
"Last names A-M shirts off. Get your pansy asses onto the field!" Grunted the fat, red faced coach. We were playing football, naturally. I fought back a sigh. Stupid public school with its stupid violent games. Truthfully I hated violence in any form, even when it was being directed at someone else. The shriek of the whistle cut through my thoughts and I found the football in my arms. Now if this was a movie I'd go sprinting off into the end-zone and make a touchdown. But, of course, this is NOT a movie, this is high school. In high school shirtless boys slam you to the ground. There were groans and curses from my teammates as I wiggled out from under the boy, who turned out to be none other than Frank Iero. It quickly became a routine; whenever someone was dumb or desperate enough to pass me the ball, Frank was there smashing me into the cold grass.
After what seemed like hours, we were ushered into the showers. I got in and out as quickly as possible but I knew I couldn't postpone the inevitable. I'd just finished buttoning my jacket, part of the school's stupid uniform, when I felt two strong and angry hands grab me.
"Time for initiation asshole!" Growled the boy into my ear. I felt my wrists being tied roughly together by my school tie before he shoved me into the nearly empty showers. The others laughter echoed around me, mocking and loud, but they were soon gone. I let myself slide down to the shower floor, my clothes were already soaked anyways so who cares? I heard footsteps approach, bare feet slapping across wet tile. I looked up warily and saw a soapy chested Frank who was giving me a look that I couldn't decipher.
"You're pathetic." He said finally, bending down and untying me.