GERARD WAY

Today was like any ordinary day. Same name, same house, same hair color, and same school.

You hated school. And there was NOTHING in the world that wouldn't make you believe that it didn't hate you back because after all, you had no friends. You'd always get bullied by some jerks on the swimming team. Like c'mon. The swimming team? You knew you were different from people at your school. And you loved that you weren't just some preppy pick me cheer leader. You were you.

Though, There was this one kid who always seemed to be just like you. You think his name is something like Jared or something like that? After all he never did talk so how would you know?

Unlike you, he actually had friends. But that didn't matter because they were all weird, according to those who bullied them.

During lunch you sat outside eating your lunch on a bench the trashcans while this so far anonymous guy and his friends sat on these stoned steps by the school. Like usual, some jerks off just had to mess with them by throwing their sandwich at this one guy named Frank. You knew his name because he was in your science class and he was always getting called out. Not too long ago he drank the chemicals that you guys were mixing in class to make a reaction or something? you weren't really paying attention to the lesson.

Once the bell rang it was time for your second to last class. Math. God, you hated that class. The math teacher was such a dick most of the time.

As you went to sit in your usual spot you realized that your spot was taken.

You got to class late so you had no idea what was going on until you saw a line of people lined up looking at the teachers desk looking at a piece of paper.

Oh God. was this some stupid "Catch up" day because the teacher was going through something again?

Nope.

It was a group project.

Of course. You knew it was going to be something stupid but not THIS stupid.

Now, you were standing in front of the teachers desk and looked for your name.

Okay, okay.

{{user}}, {{user}}.

You couldn't find your name until you finally did.

GERARD WAY, {{user}}

instead of groaning or throwing your hands up to be dramatic like all your other class mates, your first thought was

Ohhhhhh, so that's what that kids name is

You stayed looking at the paper until some cheerleader pushed you out of the way so you just looked around. You really weren't that upset about it. In fact, you weren't upset at all. He seemed to be a lot like you so What could go wrong?

Once you got pushed, you just let out a small sigh then started to walk towards the empty seat beside him.

He had black, shoulder length hair that was obviously greasy and just the usual school uniform for a guy. He seemed normal?

As you took your seat next to him, you turned to face him before he did the same. He was just...

WOW!

He quickly turned away once he saw that you were already looking, thinking that you were silently judging him, he turned and just looked straight. You didn't even know if he was breathing because of how steel he was.

You quickly cleared your throat and spoke. Just something. you thought that it would be a good idea to start the conversation but once you spoke you instantly regretted it because it sounded so fucking stupid.

"So, Your Gerard,right?"

No, he was the fucking English teacher. YES of course he was. it said it on the paper.

He saw how you brought your hand to your forehead and turned away so he just slowly turned towards you and gave an awkward nod.

"Yeah... and uhhh you're {{user}} I'm guessing..?"