Frank studied the note in his next lesson, pretending to read a comic. He knew he had Gerard again for biology next lesson and so he made sure to show up as late as possible.

"Frank so nice of you to join us." Gerard said as Frank walked in 10 minutes late to lesson.

"Thanks I feel like there should be a fucking parade." Frank mumbled as Gerard tapped the desk in front of the teachers.

Signalling that Frank should sit there. Frank shrugged and threw his stuff on the floor violently before siting down. The kid next to him looked terrified.

"Erm Mr Way?" The kid said putting his hand up. "Can I move seats?"

Frank looked at him in mock shock, before pretending to sniff his armpits.

"What do I smell bad or something?" Frank asked, making some of the class laugh.

Some people only laughed at Frank's bad jokes because they were scared. Gerard nodded for the kid to move and pointed to the back of the class.

Frank put his arms on the desk and his face between them. Looking up over his arms at Gerard. Gerard began talking, doing an actual lesson.

This class was more well behaved than the one before. So Gerard could actually teach. Frank pulled out his comic and began reading again. He wanted to finish it because he had another one that he wanted to read.

Gerard once again swiped the comic, making the note that Gerard had given him earlier fall out. Gerard read it and put it back on Frank's desk. But he kept the comic.

"Give it back." Frank said sitting up.

Gerard ignored him, continuing the class. Frank repeated himself a few times before finally getting up and walking over to Gerard. He held out his hand in gesture for the comic.

Gerard looked at it and high fived it, making fun of Frank playfully. Frank pinched the bridge of his nose. Sighing heavily, Frank made a move to take it but Gerard lifted it high over his head.

Frank being 5'6 couldn't reach the hight it was being held back. Nor did he want to embarrass himself by trying so he just sat back at his desk and put his head in his arms trying to sleep.

The bell finally rang and it was lunch. Frank was called back again my Mr Way. He packed his stuff up and stayed at his desk while Gerard strode across the floor after closing the god damned door.

Gerard sat on his desk. Looking down at Frank. His eyes were softer, calmer.

"You gotta stop reading comics dude. I'm trying to teach you shit but you're not fucking listening." Gerard said getting his lunch from his bag.

Frank growled annoyedly and went to get up. He was going to eat where he normally ate. The music department. Then he was going to play guitar until lunch was over. Like usual. Gerard stopped him again.

"Frank I'm giving you one chance. Read again in my class, get a lunchtime detention." He said.

Frank shrugged and managed to get out the class without another complaint.

After school, Frank walked home, in the rain. His headphones drowning out all of the sounds that were pulling him down. He got home and walked through the door.

He was greeted by his mom calling him a faggot and throwing a lamp at him. It smashed on the wall near his head. A couple of the pieces became lodged in his face and he pulled them out as he scurried outside, taking off down the street.

After a bit of walking, he sat down on the curb, not even bothering to hide the tears as it was raining. No one would know.

A car drove by and splashed him slightly before stopping in front of him. Out of the door, walked out Gerard, opening his umbrella to protect him from the rain. He scurried over to Frank.

"Frank?" He asked when he got closer. "What are you doing outside in this you're gonna catch your death."

As Mr Way scolded him for being out. Frank was looking down, trying to stop himself from crying. He mumbled something that Gerard didn't hear, so he stepped closer.

"Go home Mr Way." Frank said, his voice cracked and broken.

Gerard must've heard the horse voice and sat down on the curb next to Frank. He rubbed his back as Frank looked at him.

Even through the rain, it was obvious that Frank was crying. Gerard pulled him into a hug, letting his student cry into him while they were protected by the rain.

"Frank, what's wrong?" Gerard asked after a little while.

Frank shook his head, still leaning into Gerards figure. His breath was labored as he desperately tried to calm himself down.

"Frank?" Gerard asked again, rubbing his back.

"Parents won't let me in." Frank said eventually.

Gerard sighed heavily, standing up and pulling Frank up too. Frank was shaking and freezing. Gerard opened the door of his car, letting Frank get in before getting into the drivers seat.

He turned the car on, with the heating on full to warm Frank. Tapping the wheel, Gerard turned to Frank who was moving his hand to open the door.

"I'm sure you have things to do, assessments to mark, comics to read, I'll leave you to it."Frank said opening the door." I don't need your charity. "

"Frank... "Gerard said softly." You can come back to mine and I'll fix you some food?" Frank just shook his head." Fine then take this, there's a couple dollars in the pocket if you want anything. " Gerard said, reaching in the back and pulling out a coat.

Frank took it hesitantly. Pulling it on, he thanked Gerard before closing the door. Mr Way gave him one last look, before driving off.

As he was walking to school the next day, Frank pulled the hood up of the jacket Mr Way had lent him. He hadn't changed clothes. Hadn't washed. He managed to get a vegan sandwich with the money that was in the pocket. But that was it.

Unusually, he was the first person in class, beside the teacher. Gerard looked up and smiled at Frank, knowingly. It was a pityful smile and Frank hated it. He tore the coat off, throwing it at the teacher before moving to the back of the class angrily.

He hadn't brought his comic book. It was in his bag. Which was at home. And he couldn't get to. Frank sulked in the back of the class, damp and angry.

As people filled into the classroom, frank had to shout at some people for being ass holes. He wasn't told off by Gerard at all. Making him even more angry.

As the students left the class, Frank being the last one out, he walked up to Gerards desk.

"I don't care that you saw me yesterday crying. You probably won't see it again. Don't pity me." He said before turning and leaving the class.

A couple lessons later, it was biology with Mr Way and he was forced to sit at the front. Frank tried his best to sleep during the lesson as he was too cold to sleep last night. He finally dozed off when the bell went and Gerard called him back at the end of class.

After Gerard closed the door, Frank tried to move past him. In an attempt to leave.

"What?" Frank asked, his voice harsh and angry.

"Frank I don't pity you. I don't feel sorry for you. All I wanna do is make sure you don't fucking die. And you got a pretty high chance if you're living in the streets in this weather." Gerard snapped, fed up with Frank's attitude.

Frank looked down, realising Gerard was right. He was probably going to die soon if he stayed on the streets. Frank knew he didn't have a right to be mad at Gerard for trying to be a decent human being.

"I assume you don't have any money?" Gerard asked softly. Frank nodded. "I'll buy you something on my way to the music department."

Frank looked up, smiling in gratitude. His stomach rumbling just at the thought of food. Gerard held the door open for Frank and he walked through.

Gerard locked the door behind him and they set off to get food.

"So why you heading to the music department?" Frank asked, to start up a conversation.

"I don't know maybe to do music?" Gerard sassed before saying seriously. "I've got a cover lesson there in 10 minutes."

Frank nodded chuckling slightly. After Gerard bought Frank food, they both headed for the music department.

"Why are you following me?" Gerard asked.

"I'm not. I play guitar at lunch." Frank explained between mouthfuls of food.

Gerard nodded and walked into the classroom area, beginning the music area. Frank grabbed his guitar and began playing.

After a few minutes, Gerard poked his head into the practice room. This scared Frank who was jotting lyrics down on a peice of paper.

"Frank help. I have no idea what I'm doing. I lied on my resume." He pleaded.

Frank laughed, getting up and putting his guitar to one side. He walked over to Gerard, folding the paper and about to put it in his pocket before Gerard swiped it. Frank snatched it back before Gerard got a chance to read it shoved it in his pocket.

"What do you need help with?" Frank asked Gerard.

"Everything. They weren't set any work." Gerard said.

Frank sighed heavily, walking into the classroom full of kids. They were all shouting and screaming, playing instruments incorrectly.

"Shut the fuck up!" Frank shouted at the class, Gerard face-palming from behind him. "Right so you guys wanna fucking do music you gotta play them right. And what you two were doing just there wasn't right. Get out."

The two who had been messing around scrambled to get out the door. They were afraid of Frank. A lot of people were. He looked intimidating.

Soon enough, Frank had got the class settled and playing music. He set them a task that was easy enough and Gerard wrote down some stuff about how the class went.