1-Meeting

Gerard Way. Just a simple, 16 year old boy enrolled in the town‘s local High school. That’s what he is, right? Just a boy.
Well, That’s what most people would think. Gerard has only 2 friends, and if you ask me, for a 16 year old…that’s quite strange. His first friend, is infact, his brother- Mikey Way. And his second, is a boy who he just met a couple of years back- Ray Toro.
Many people would infact laugh at Gerard for being so strange. He was chubby, crazy about comics and super heroes and even thought by some people as a dork, geek or tard. This is where the story begins. We begin in a school called Belleville High School in New Jersey.

Gerard was sitting in first class Science, where he was sitting beside Mikey and Ray, doodling in his sketch book, as he always does. Mrs.  Farrell, his science teacher, was late again, and usually always is because she goes out partying on Sunday when he husband is in Florida and ends up coming home with a horrible hang over. Today, she came into class with a hot pink skirt and a slightly grubby white shirt and loads of make up piled on her face. Gerard always thought she was prettier without make-up, though.
“Goo-Good afternoon, class..” she mumbled, sitting her books gently on the table.
“Uh, miss, it‘s 9.45 in the morning..” Jason Creek noted, a sympathetic look on his face. Gerard had heard a rumor that Jason get’s straight A’s in class because he’s been ‘seeing’ Mrs. Farrell on weekends to…study.
“Oh, is it..well, forty-five minutes of science, then? Damn. ” she muttered to herself, accidentally walking into the table.
“Okay..so we were learning about..sound last time I saw you, right?”
“Yes, miss.” Jason smiled, looking up at her.
“Jason, sweetie, did we have homework to mark?” Mrs. Farrell asked, scratching her head.
“Yes, miss. We had to do an essay on how sound travels.” Jason said innocently, rolling up the ends of his essay.
“Okay, read your‘s out then. Good boy.” she smiled, patting Jason on the back as he walked to the top of the class.
Jason cleared his throat, “Sound energy is a form of energy. It is made by things when vibrations are transformed into sound energy..--”
Gerard’s mind wandered as Jason read out his essay, which was more like a speech. He continued drawing pictures of heroes, when he noticed Mrs. Farrell subtly wiping off her make-up. Gerard was astonished when he saw her face without make-up. She was truly beautiful- such a fine jaw line, wide, green eyes, thin, plump lips and a perfect nose,-rounded, but the tiniest bit pointy. Without thinking, Gerard started drawing Mrs. Farrell’s face. His hand moved blindingly fast, his eyes glancing at his teacher every now and then.
Mikey had looked over to look at his brother’s work, and his mouth dropped as he turned and stared at Mrs. Farrell.
“Ray, look at what Gee‘s drawing!” the younger Way whispered in Ray’s ear. Ray rolled his eyes and looked over, his mouth also dropping when he noticed the familiar face.
“So..to conclude, sound can also travel through water, air and solids using vibrations in air particles, and that‘s how Earthquake‘s can be detected on the other side of the world. Thank you.” Jason ended his essay and sat down awkwardly, waiting for an applause. Mrs. Farrell came out of the store room, clapping and smiling- she had obviously taken a few pain killers.
“Well done, Jason! I want you all to give up your essays at the end of class. I‘ll let you study for the last twenty minutes, because your having an assessment test next time I see you, because we‘ve now finished sound!” she smiled.
Then, Gerard’s quick sketching caught Mrs. Farrell’s eye, “Gerard Way. What are you doing there?”
“Uh, nothing miss.” Gerard whimpered, smiling innocently as he shoved the sketch in his bag.
“Bring it up, Gerard..” she sighed, stick out her hand over her desk.
Gerard gulped, looking at Mikey and Ray, who stuck their heads deep into their text books. He sighed, pulling the sketchpad out of his bag and clutching it to his chest as  he shuffled up to the teacher’s desk. Gerard laid the sketchpad on the desk and opened it to his recent drawing of her.
Mrs. Farrell gasped, lifting the sketchpad up in astonishment, “You…you drew this?” her face mesmerized by the portrait. Gerard nodded glumly.
“Gerard..this is…fantastic! Who is she?” she gasped, to amazed to smile.
“Ugh…” Gerard rubbed his right temple, “You, miss..”
Mrs. Farrell nearly dropped the sketchpad, her eyes flicking to Gerard’s red face, “But, I don‘t look like this, Gerard..”
“Yes, you do miss. I..saw you taking off your make-up..in the, uh, storeroom..” Gerard muttered, looking at his feet.
“Could you, eh, stay behind after class, please Gerard?” she smiled lightly, handing him the sketchpad and deliberately touching his hands.
Gerard nodded, turning around and shuffling back to his seat, putting his head in his hands for a minute before looking up to the board again.
“Now, well, we‘re five minutes early, but as long as you stay in your cloakrooms until 10:30, I‘ll let you go. Okay, class?” Mrs. Farrell cleared her throat.
“Yes, miss,”
“Good morning, class.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Farrell.” the class walked out dully, Mikey, Ray and Gerard waiting until last.
“I‘ll see you outside, okay?” Gerard hissed at his friends hesitated to leave his side and handed them his schoolbag.
“Go on, Mikey, Ray, good boys.” Mrs. Farrell smiled, closing the door after them. She waited until they were out of the Science department, and then she locked the door. Gerard’s eyes widened.
“Now, Gerard..” Mrs. Farrell said, snatching the boy’s sketch pad and looking through it.
“Yes, Mrs. Farrell?” Gerard asked.
“Oh, dear, call me Katrina.” Mrs. Farrell laughing dully.
Gerard nodded and clasped his hands together.
“Do you honestly think I look like this, honey?” the word ‘honey’ hit Gerard hard, for some reason.
“Yuh-yes, M..Katrina..” Gerard stutterd.
“Really? Well..” Mrs. Farrell smirked, walking over to Gerard, her eyes pinned on him.
Gerard walked back against the storeroom door and it flung open, making Gerard fall on his back onto the cold floor.
Mrs. Farrell, laughed, kneeling down, “Poor sweetie…did you hurt yourself?” she asked in a seductive voice, placing her hands on Gerard’s chest. Gerard could feel his body tense up and his chest tightening. He couldn’t speak, so he simply bit his lip and shook his head
“Are you sure?” Mrs. Farrell pouted, straddling Gerard’s hips, “I‘ll just check for you, sweetie pie. I don‘t want you in pain..” she leaned forward so she was inches away from his face. She smiled the most seducing crooked smile and closed her eyes. Tears had started to swell up in his hazel eyes.

At that moment, someone knocked on the classroom door. Mrs. Farrell’s eyes flickered to the storeroom door, but no one was there. Then, they heard a key scraping off the lock. Mrs. Farrell jumped up and smoothed down her skirt.
“Hide in one of the cupboards!” she hissed to Gerard.
The boy, being so frightened, did so while wiping tears of relief from his eyes.
“I‘ll be back soon, baby.” she winked at him, blowing him a kiss.
Gerard pressed his ear against the cupboard door, just about making out the two people’s conversation.
“Ah, Mrs. Farrell, are you not having break now?” Mr. Curtis- the rather young, happy science head- asked as she opened the door.
“No, I had breakfast this morning.” Mrs. Farrell informed Mr. Curtis.
“Well, Katrina, I was wondering…”
“Wondering what, Mark?”
“Well, just if you‘ve seen that kid…Gerard Way about?” Mr. Curtis asked, eyes flicking to the storeroom.
“No..he‘s probably reading comics outside or something…I don‘t know. Come in, sweetie.” she said, pulling Mr. Curtis in by his red tie.
Gerard opened the cupboard door a bit, curious to what was going on.

“Uh--well--Kuh-Katrina..” Mr. Curtis stammered
“Shh. The blinds are all pulled down and the cameras are switched off..no one will know..” Mrs. Farrell cooed, opening her white blouse. She jumped up onto the tables at the back of the room, and Mr. Curtis followed.
“Your sure no one can see?” he whispered cautiously.
“Yes, Mark! I am 100% sure!” she smiled, pulling her blouse off along with he black boots.
Mr. Curtis nodded shyly, removing his shirt and tie. Mrs. Farrell sighed impatiently and pulled down Mr. Cutris’ trousers and boxers, straddling the teacher like she had with Gerard. Gerard gagged as the table creaked. Mrs. Farrell would now and again moan lightly, continually repeating Mr. Curtis’ name.

But Gerard couldn’t take it anymore. He opened the door and started crawling out of the storeroom. Slowly, Gerard crawled past the teacher’s desk and to the classroom door. Now, all he had to do was think of a way out. Suddenly, someone gasped. Gerard’s head snapped around to the couple on top of the table. Gerard sighed with relief: It was only Mrs. Farrell gasping of pleasure..even though it’s sickeningly horrible to think about.

Gerard continued to slowly unlock the door, and opened it gently. He crawled out and closed the door behind him, making sure it locked when it clicked- which is sucessfully did. The boy slumped against the door frame, sighing and rubbing his forehead.
“At least I made it out..” Gerard reassured himself.
Then, the bell rang. Break was over and Gerard was starving. He got up and walked out of the Science department to the cloakroom on the ground floor to get his schoolbag. How was he supposed to explain to Mikey and Ray when they asked what happened?? Gerard eased the thought from his head and hoped he would make it to form class in time and not be marked late by Miss Fletcher.

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By the time Gerard made it to his from room, everyone was sitting down and talking to their friends, except for Ray and Mikey, who were sitting awkwardly three rows back in a four seated table waiting for their friend to return.
Gerard took a deep breath before opening the door, and walked in. Everyone turned and started clapping and shouting, “Fatty‘s back!” The older Way shook his head and sat down.
“Hey! What the hell happened where were you? What did she want??” Mikey asked before Ray could open his mouth.
The boy turned around and smiled thinly, “Nothing. Guys, it was fine. She just complemented me on my work, asked me to never draw a picture of someone who doesn‘t want to be in my portraits and pay attention in Science class.”
Mikey sat back in his chair, arms folded over his chest, annoyed that Mrs. Farrell didn’t actually say anything interesting.
After that, Miss Fletcher walked into class, “People, please! Listen up.”
Everyone turned around in their seats, facing the front of the class
“Now, we have a new arrival today. Let‘s all welcome him!” Miss Fletcher smiled, clapping as a short, thin boy with dark hair entered the classroom and stood beside the form teacher.
Gerard’s eyes immediately locked on the boy, his mouth hanging open.
“Now, tell the class a bit about yourself, please.” Miss Fletcher said, putting a hand on the boy’s shoulder. When she did this, the boy flinched, so she removed her hand and sat down on her chair, turning on the computer.
“Uh…I‘m..Frank Anthony Iero..and uh…I used to be…home schooled…before my..uh…mum got ill…and..” the boy called Frank stuttered, afraid of speaking out to the class.
“Thank you very much, Frank. You can sit in any free seat you see. Now, let‘s call the Roll.” Miss Fletcher said, before calling out the names of students in her class.
Frank looked around and spotted one free seat beside three slightly odd looking boys, so he walked over and sat down, putting his hands lightly on the table and letting his elbows cave into his hips.
Gerard looked at Frank, eyes wide and in shock. Never had he seen such a beautiful boy in his whole life.
“Hi! I‘m Mikey Way.” the younger Way said, stretching his hand across Gerard’s table and snapping his brother out of his thoughts.
“Hi..Mikey.” Frank smiled lightly, shaking Mikey’s hand.
“Uh, I‘m Ray Toro. The brains behind this group.” Ray laughed lightly, standing up to reach over and shake Frank’s hand.
“Hi, Ray..” Frank smiled again.
“Uh…I…I‘m…I‘m Guh-Gerard Way..” Gerard smiled dumbly, sticking out a trembling hand.
“Hi, Gerard.” Frank’s smile grew, and suddenly he seemed more confident.
“Are you two brothers? You and Mikey?” Frank said after a awkward silence, looking at Gerard.
“Yeah, I‘m older, though.” Gerard smiled.

The four boys then sat there, awkwardly, thinking about this new formed friendship they made. But Gerard was thinking more…Gerard was thinking..crush.