The only thing worse than being in a classroom full of teenagers, was being in a changing room full of teenage boys.

A room filled with hormonal, idiotic teenage boys was already dreadful, but add nakedness to the mix, and you've got yourself a personalised Hell. Though, it wasn't the general nakedness of Gerard's peers that was the problem, it was the extremely homosexual part of himself that made it a problem.

Now, as much of an idiot as Gerard was, he never "checked people out" in the locker room. He was stupid but he wasn't gross and perverted.

Fortunately though, Gerard wasn't the only gay in the whole school. There were plenty of homosexual people in their grade, a few names that came to mind were Ryan Ross, Jack Barakat, Sarah Orzechowski and, well, Brendon Urie just looked gay.

The pale boy squeaked in surprise when someone tapped him on the shoulder. His red hair flew over his face as he spun around, the tangled mess covering his eyes and tickling his nose.

Class was about to start and there were boys changing everywhere, Gerard himself had just put on his gym shorts and loose navy blue shirt.

The boy in front of him laughed and Gerard's cheeks grew hot as he brushed some strands of long hair out of his face.

"Yes?" He asked with a small voice crack.

"I think your shirt's on backwards." The short, somewhat intimidating boy snickered.

Gerard's cheeks flushed and looked down. Only to find his shirt was correctly put on. He looked back up to scold the strange boy, but once he did, the stranger had left.

The red head's eyebrows furrowed and he sighed before heading out to the field where most of the class was.

"Okay class, today we'll be playing soccer. The team captains will be Toro and Bryar." Coach Cooper sighed, putting away his clipboard and heading to the sidelines of the field, probably hoping the teams will work out themselves.

"I pick Alex." Ray said, laughing when the other brown haired boy strutted to the front cockily.

"I pick Brendon." Bob sighed. His eyes trailed the people in the class until they landed on Gerard, and a snarky grin spread across his face.

"Joe."

"Bert."

"Frank."

Gerard didn't even have time to wonder who the hell this Frank was, because all of the sudden Bob fucking Bryar said his name. And he felt his eyes widen as the blonde boy gestured for him to come to over.

The red head stumbled to the group of boys. Brendon laughed and pat Gerard on the head as the other pouted.

Gerard should have been happy that he was picked, but he wasn't. Simply because whenever he was put in Bob's team, he would always get tackled to the ground or at least hit with a ball- by the members on his own team.

Soon the teams were complete, and they moved to opposite sides of the field. Luckily though, Gerard wasn't put in goal this time. Well, he was made defence but he would take what he could get.

Ryan, who was on the other team, started with the ball, passing it to his teammate before advancing.

And unfortunately for Gerard, and everyone on his team, it was his time to shine. The red head gulped before clumsily kicking Alex's shins and getting the ball away from the boy.

He screeched internally in victory, and nearly had a heart attacked when Bob shoved him to the ground and stole the ball. Gerard sighed loudly and laid on his back, staring up at the cloud-littered sky.

Participation was overkill anyway.

He was about to close his eyes when he felt something stab his rib. Gerard groaned, looking to the side to see the same unfamiliar boy as earlier.

The red head assumed it was that new Frank guy, but he didn't really care.

"You look dead."

"And you look like a twelve year old." Gerard retorted, stumbling as he got off the ground. He winced and cracked his back before running a hand through his hair.

The shorter boy snorted, it was only then that Gerard got a good luck at him.

This Frank had two piercings, a few tattoos across his arms and one on his neck. His hair was black and shaved on one side dyed red.

Gerard had been so consumed in looking over what the boy looked like, that he didn't notice Bob coming up behind him and pushing him directly into Frank, causing their heads to clash painfully.

"Fuck." The red head groaned, rubbing his head roughly.

Frank did the same, glaring at Bob before getting up swiftly and shoving the blonde.

"What the fuck was that for?" He asked with a growl.

"Y'all were in the way." Bob defended, the game having stopped and everyone now staring at the three of them.

"You're dead." Frank threatened and he punched the boy right in the jaw.

Except he didn't.

Because Gerard Way, the world's most vile human, decided that he wanted to be a hero. And if that meant, defending the pig known as Bob Bryar, then so be it.

But, just like everything in Gerard's life, it went wrong. Because he didn't just defend Bob, he took a fucking punch for him.

Gerard groaned loudly as he clutched his jaw, he bent over and wheezed as he tried to make it stop throbbing. He could hear laughing all around, including Bob's, whilst Frank just rolled his eyes.

Once the red head was over whatever the fuck he had just done, he stood straight and looked at the two. Well, mainly at Bob.

"I just got punched on your behalf- and you're laughing?" He asked in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah," The boy snorted, "you looked like an idiot."

Gerard let out a loud groan and took it upon himself to hurt somebody this time, and he actually managed to somewhat hurt Bob.

He kneed him in gut, and shoved the gasping boy on the ground.

The red head wished it looked badass, but after what he had just done for practically no reason at all, it just seemed like it evened out.

"Huh," Frank mumbled, looking at the two boys, before his eyes landed on Gerard's. "Nice."

- -

"Gerbear! How's it going?" Pete asked as Gerard took a seat opposite Mikey and him during lunch.

"I mean... I got punched in the face today," He mumbled, eating a baby carrot he had stolen from the fridge on his way out of the house. "I did manage to knee someone though."

"That's improvement!" The black haired boy encouraged, shushing Mikey when the boy began to laugh.

The red head gave his brother a blank look before rolling his eyes. He played with his white overalls that were over his baby blue shirt.

The thing about Gerard's fashion choice, was that he often dressed in girly colours and outfits. It had never reached the point of skirts or fishnets, but it was still pretty feminine compare to the rest.

And it always confused people because his appearance would lead people to believe he was a timid boy with lots of respect to give.

When in fact he was a sarcastic, pessimist with a terminal case of underachieving. He only dressed in pastel colours, and soft themes because he enjoyed the aesthetic and the confidence it gave him.

He couldn't really be assed to act the part.

"Do you want to come back to ours after school?" Mikey asked Pete, looking over at his best friend.

The boy received a nod and a kiss on the cheek, causing Mikey's cheeks to flush.

"Guys, come on-" Gerard's face scrunched up in disgust.

He chewed another carrot as the two boys both looked taken off guard, Pete's cheeks also taking on a pink tint.

Mikey went to say something- most likely defend himself, but the bell rang. Almost as if on cue.

The three of them sighed in unison before getting up and heading in different directions to different classes.