Jamia panted, hands running through my hair. I smirked, setting her down onto the ground. I pulled up my pants and boxers, which had previously been around my thighs, and buttoning them up. Jamia grabbed her skinny jeans and panties, putting them on and buttoning up the denim. We went over to the mirror on the wall, fixing our hair.

"You probably should've used a condom," Jamia said in slight disgust as she wiped at the wet spot on her shirt with a paper towel.

Luckily it was a white shirt.

"I didn't realize I ran out, Brendon must've took them again without telling me, I'll get more," I said. "Besides, I pulled out."

"Yeah but you got it on my shirt," she complained.

"You gonna head back to class?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I think so," she said.

I sighed, making sure my eyeliner wasn't too smudged.

"I should probably get changed into my gym clothes then," I said.

I went over to my gym locker, the rest of the locker room empty other than Jamia. I got changed into a pair of black basketball shorts and a dark grey t-shirt. I ran a hand through my hair, my teeth pressing against my lip ring.

"Alright, I'll call you later," I said.

She smiled, giving me a small kiss. Jamia walked out of the locker rooms and I walked into the gym after putting on a pair of sneakers.

"Nice of you to join us, Iero," Coach Carlson said as the locked door slammed shut behind me.

I saluted at him, smirking and going to stand beside Brendon.

"You missed half the class," he said.

"You should've seen what I was doing in the locker room," I said with a smirk.

Brendon laughed, shaking his head. "You better get off the court before the next game starts."

I went to go sit at the sidelines. They were playing basketball again. Gee was standing to the side of the court, looking nervous. I watched the game play out, seeing someone pass the ball to Gee. He looked at it in his hands in shock as other people shouted at him. Gee looked around, chucking it at a teammate. Although, Gerard doesn't have very good aim. In the end it ended up hitting some poor kid in the arm.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Gee squeaked.

I chuckled at his rosy red cheeks. Other people were also laughing. Except, unlike me, they were laughing at him instead of with him.

"Alright, let's go," Coach said, blowing his whistle to calm everyone.

The people got into positions again.

"Oh yeah, and Iero," Coach called.

I looked over at him.

"Thirty laps," he ordered.

I groaned, getting up from the bench. I began my laps, running around where the other kids were playing ball. I watched with only half interest as they played twice more, switching up who was on court before starting again. My legs were beginning to feel like rubber, the familiar side stitches causing me pain. Sweat matted my hair down to my forehead in a sticky string of black. At this point I was almost fearing the dyed red sides of my hair to wash out from sweat.

It's been about a mile and a half now and my feet were killing me. My shirt was wet around the collar, my legs feeling like they were going to collapse. I feel like throwing up. Is throwing up normal while running? Oh god, four more laps. My feet were dragging slightly and I groaned.

"Pick it up, Iero!" Coach Carlson called.

I mentally swore at him. I counted the laps, just hoping to be done with this already. I finally finished, collapsing to the ground right in front of the bleachers. Others laughed at me while I just tried to catch my breath.

Fuck gym class.

"Alright, switch it up," Coach ordered.

The new teams were changed as new people got onto the court to play again, some stepping over me and one stepping on me. That one was Brendon, of course. I laughed, flipping him off when the teacher wasn't looking as he smirked in response.

Gee sat in the only spot that was open on the bench, which just so happened to be the one by me. Nobody wanted to sit next to a sweaty man laying on the ground. Gerard's head hung but I could still see the black eye from my angle. His eyes scraped over my body, taking in the glistening sweat that seemed to make my tattoos shine.

Soon enough class was over. I was forced to stand up, with the help of Brendon. He held out his hand, letting me take hold and helping me to my feet, which kind of felt like jell-o.

"Ten laps for every ten minutes you're late," Coach reminded me.

Well, if I would've remembered then I wouldn't have come to class at all. We went into the locker rooms and I was stripped of my clothes and under the showers faster than anyone else.  I washed away the stickiness as other people started coming in too, feeling completely disgusting.

When I was finished, I had a towel wrapped around my waist as I went to my locker. Gee was finished with his shower also, the white towel wrapped around his chest in such manner that a girl would do. He was holding his ruined dress in his hands, looking at it sadly. Finally, he just shoved the fabric into his backpack and changed into a pair of gym clothes that weren't dirty. They were white athletic shorts with a light blue athletic t-shirt. Something that wasn't really meant for this season.

I changed back into my boxers and black skinny jeans. I pulled my black shirt over my head and slipped on my leather jacket. I put on my doctor martins and tossed my towel into the hamper. I brushed through my wet hair, fixing the fauxhawk into its correct place and hoping it would dry quickly.

"Okay, so I'm assuming you had Jamia in here," Brendon said, coming up to me fully dressed.

"How'd you know?" I asked.

"Dude, you came out of the locker rooms already flushed and sweating," Brendon said.

"Yeah, whatever," I said. "And did you steal all my condoms?"

He smirked. "Well I need them, my parents would literally shit a brick if they saw that I had condoms."

I rolled my eyes, stuffing my things into my locker. I tossed my backpack over my shoulder, feeling the pain of my body. My legs were so tired they kind of felt like they would collapse under me. The bell went off and Brendon and I headed to class. The teacher stood at the front of the class, erasing things off the board from the last hour.

I say in my usual seat and Brendon sat at the back. Pete came in too not long after us. The bell rang right after. The teacher immediately began her lesson. She was young and nice but definitely liked to get down to business.

I pulled my backpack on after class finally ended. My body felt less sore which was quite the relief. I said a small goodbye to Pete and Brendon, heading off to my next class. I sat by Lindsey and Jamia when I got into the room.

"Hey, Frank," Lindsey said.

I gave her a small wave, leaning back in my seat. I didn't pay much attention for the class, all I could think about was how hungry I was.

"Alright, let's go," Jamia said, pushing me from my chair and from my thoughts.

I stood up, heading to the cafeteria with the two girls. We sat at our usual table as other people started to join. I pulled out my lunch, which was just a sandwich and a water bottle.

"I tried it with that girl I like," Brendon said.

"What'd she say?" Pete asked.

"'Get lost'," Brendon repeated.

We laughed and he frowned.

"Not funny, she's hot," Brendon said.

I smirked, taking a drink of my water. I glanced around the noisy cafeteria, my eyes landing on Gee. He sat in his gym clothes at a table of people I've never seen before. Well, I could tell they're all juniors. There were four other boys, one had extremely curly hair, one had a lot of eye makeup, there was a ginger in a fedora, and a boy with dark hair that was wavy.

"Wanna hang with us tomorrow, Frank?" Bob asked, making me look over. "We were gonna go to that one skate park a few blocks away."

"Can't, I'm too busy," I said.

"Dude, you're always busy now," Pete complained. "Remember when we used to always go partying but now you're all just business and can never hang out with us."

"It's been a week," I stated.

Pete whined overdramatically, tugging on my arm. "Frankie, you never pay attention to me."

I laughed, pushing him away. Jamia, who was sitting on my other side, wrapped an arm around me.

"Yeah, Frankie, I miss you, we've resorted to fucking in locker rooms," she agreed.

"Next time we can do it in my bed then," I suggested. "Maybe this weekend can you come by?"

"You have time for her but not me?" Pete complained.

"Well I'm not gonna fuck you," I said.

Pete rolled his eyes, turning back to his lunch. Jamia removed her arm from around me, and I continued eating my lunch.

"We should've eaten outside, we can smoke out there if we don't get caught," Brendon said.

"It's cold out, I'd rather not," Lindsey denied.

"Not that cold, the outside is still open," I said.

She shook her head, making me give a small smile. "No going outside, that shit is fucking freezing."

"It probably is with your skirt that is short as fuck," I said.

"Hey, at least I look hot, I'd like to see you pull off this skirt," she said.

"Oh, I have and I would again," I said with a wink.

"Um excuse you, don't you start thinking with your head up my skirt again," she said. "Besides, that job is currently reserved for a girl I had invited to sit with us."

As if on cue, the short girl with the bright orange hair walked up, sitting beside Lindsey.

"Come on you come when she calls but not me?" Brendon complained.

"Well that's because she can actually make me come," Hayley said.

Lindsey laughed, leaning over and giving her a kiss.

"Next time can I watch?" Pete asked.

"Pete, again, you'll never be able to get two girls into bed at once," I said. "You should just switch over to boys."