~two~

gerard arrived earlier than usual at school, not likely for him. he was either right on time or late. he had nothing better to do than just walk around.

he ended up just walking to the bandroom, sitting down. he listened to music for a while, curled up in a ball on the ground.

he was interrupted when he heard the door opening, in walking frank. he looked frantic for something, walking back into the 'teachers only' area. that's where the offices were.

gerard chuckled and stood up, following after him at a slow pace. he then saw frank digging through files, which were the grades for every student. gerard walked in, creeping up behind him. frank's height made it easy for gerard to look over him.

frank snapped around, meeting eyes with gerard as he grinned vehemently.

"oh... i didn't know you were here." frank said, gazing up at gerard. frank wasn't scared of him. he was just acting like he was a normal human being.

"frank, what were you doing?" gerard warned, cupping frank's jaw.

"i just wanted to see my grades, that's all." the fear rose back up. frank could barely keep eye contact with him.

"oh, really?" gerard asked, gripping on tighter to frank.

"y-yea. that's all, i just-"

frank was cut off by gerard pulling the pocket knife out, putting it to frank's lips.

"i'll make you afraid of me no matter how hard it is. even if it goes to where i have to threaten your own life, i'll do it." gerard growled, staring practically into frank's soul.

he couldn't hold himself back anymore. he took the knife away from frank's lips, doing a swift move against his cheek. frank jolted back, bringing his hand to his cheek. but he didn't say anything.

gerard didn't even realize what he was doing at this point, grabbing frank by the throat. he grazed his thumb over the wound, licking off the blood.

"what the fuck is going on in here?!"

gerard snapped around, seeing brendon.

brendon, the class clown. he was respected by most, some even looked up to him. he was basically a man whore, alternating from one girl to the next. gerard was sure he had to at least slept with 2/3 of the girls in school.

brendon's eyes flickered between gerard, holding a knife with trickles of blood on the side of his mouth, and frank, terrified and wounded.

realizing what had happened, brendon immediately sprung towards gerard. one thing led to another, leading into a fist fight. gerard threw the knife behind him, almost hitting frank if he didn't move in time. but frank stood there, petrified, watching the two of them fight. gerard was on top of brendon, punching him repeatedly. brendon couldn't do anything. gerard was pinning him down and didn't dare let him go. though they were both bloodied and bruised, gerard was still winning.

"what in the bloody hell-" the band teacher showed up out of nowhere, frightening all three boys.

gerard got off of brendon in an instant, which brendon didn't even care that the teacher was there. he uppercutted gerard one last time before the two of them were dragged out of the room. frank was calmly escorted, still scared for his life .

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"now, boys, i'm gonna need to know what happened back there in the bandroom." the principal clasped his hands together.

"this motherfucker was going to kill frank!" brendon blurted out, almost standing up out of his chair.

"language, urie." the principal rolled his eyes before focusing on gerard. "is this true?"

"i wasn't going to kill him, necessarily." gerard looked at frank who wasn't responsive, staring into his lap. the cut was still visible but it wasn't bleeding anymore.

"then, what were you going to do?" brendon asked, cocking his head to the side.

"he was the one trying to change his grades." gerard scoffed, making everyone look at him.

"i wasn't trying to change my grades! i just wanted to look at them." frank was still obviously scared.

"you lying shit." gerard spat, growing mad by the second.

"now, frank-"

"don't get mad at me! gerard's the one who's insane." frank gripped onto the arm rest's of the chair, still wearing the gloves from previous days. gerard noticed and put his hand on top of frank's.

frank looked up at him, noticing what exactly his intentions were. but he didn't initiate anything, pulling his hand away.

"i was only there to save frank." brendon said, defending himself.

"well you sure did a good job, beating the shit out of me and letting him stand there and watch it." gerard said sarcastically.

"now boys, you do realize this is gonna have severe consequences? gerard, you brought weaponry into school and assaulted two kids. frank, you were snooping in personal information. and brendon, you were also assaulting a student." the principal went on, writing down notes along the way.

"frank, in-school detention for a week. brendon, suspension for one week. gerard, suspension for two weeks. i'm also gonna set you up with group therapy with gerard's therapist. i'm not gonna continue to deal with all of this." with that, the principal left the room.

"my mom's gonna fucking kill me." frank groaned, biting his nails.

"yea right, momma's boy." gerard scoffed.

"not if gerard kills you first." brendon shot a fiery glare at gerard which he only did the same back.

"your mom wouldn't kill you anyway. something like that is only minor. at least here, in this shithole of a school." gerard stared at frank who was still clearly scared.

"gerard, you tried to fucking kill him! and now you're trying to make it seem like you're caring!" brendon stood up out of his chair.

"i didn't try to fucking kill him. he simply needed to know what this school was like. and now he's terrified out of his mind and my plan succeeded." gerard chuckled.

"i'm done with this shit." brendon stormed out, slamming the door which shook the whole room.

"gerard, my mom's gonna literally beat me because of this minor thing i did. and it's all your fault!" frank yelled, standing up and meeting face to face with gerard.

"you shouldn't have been snooping around." gerard shrugged, holding back a devious grin.

"i love how you think i haven't been treated like this before. you think i know nothing and i'm just some small innocent teenager with no knowledge of anything. everyone thinks it. and you're trying to take advantage of it." frank hissed, showing a side he never expected.

"i knew you weren't completely sane." gerard smirked. frank didn't say anything before he walked right out.