Sunglasses blocked out the sun, helping slightly with the migraine in my head. I laid across the bleachers, having written a fake doctors note so I didn't have to participate in gym. I groaned when a shadow loomed over me.

"You look like shit," Brendon stated.

"Thanks, dickhead," I replied. "Now go away."

He chuckled, taking a soccer ball out of some kids hands and dribbling it up the field. I shut my eyes, taking a few deep breaths. At least it wasn't very hot out, it wasn't cold out either. My birthday having been a week ago and now it was the first week of November, according to the school that's still nice enough to have outdoor sports.

"I-I was switched into this class," I heard a soft voice say tentatively.

I cracked an eye open and saw Gerard handing a note to the coach.

"Well you certainly can't play soccer in that," coach said.

I looked at Gerard's attire of a white shirt, pastel purple skirt, and white high heels that sunk into the grass slightly.

"Sit sidelines today and bring proper attire tomorrow," coach said.

Gee nodded, sitting on the bench. He noticed me, looking slightly fearful and scooting away a bit.

"Don't worry, I feel too much like shit to hurt you today," I muttered.

He didn't say anything, just looked me over and glanced away with a slight blush.

"Like what you see?" I asked.

He blushed even harder, looking down at his lap.

"Where are you from, anyways?" I asked. "Why the hell would you move to a place like Bellville?"

"I've lived here my whole life," Gerard said.

"Then where have you been?" I asked.

"I've been at a boarding school in Oregon," Gerard replied.

"Ooh, rich boy goes to a boarding school," I teased. "Why'd you leave, did they run out of sushi at the five star buffet?"

Gee scrunched up his nose, seeming to not notice the bitterness in my tone.

"I don't like sushi," he said. "And I didn't quit, I was expelled."

"No," I said in honest disbelief, looking up at him in shock. "What could someone like you possibly do to get expelled?"

Gee blushed again, shrugging his shoulders. He blushed a lot, it's cute.

"Just some disagreements with the staff," he replied.

"And they couldn't have just stuck with you until the year is over and you graduate?" I asked in confusion.

"I'm not a senior, I'm a junior," he said.

I nodded, looking up at him. His inky black hair framed his round, chubby face beautifully. His hands fiddled with the hem of his skirt nervously. I wonder what he was so nervous about. The medicine I had taken when I left for school seemed to be kicking in as I felt the migraine fade slowly.

"Hey, douchebag!" I heard Brendon call.

He walked over again, ignoring Gee.

"You know who I got to come to the party tonight?" He asked and I looked at him expectantly.

"Hayley Williams," he said.

"Shit, how'd you manage that?" I asked. "She usually hates going to these parties."

"It took a lot of convincing," Brendon said. "You gonna tap that?"

"Hell yeah," I agreed.

He gave me a fist bump and sneered at Gee.

"Fag," he muttered.

"Urie, get your ass back out here! Stop walking away, this is soccer not catwalk!" The coach called.

Brendon sighed, making a motion of shooting himself in the head before jogging back over to do whatever sport they were playing. I'm assuming it was soccer, but then again I wasn't very knowledgeable about sports. Oh wait, the coach just said it was soccer. I should really start paying more attention to things.

"You seem kind of nice, why do you hang out with people like them?" Gee asked, sounding sad from Brendon's words.

I felt myself get defensive at his words. How dare he come into my school and judge me.

"Why don't you mind your own damn business, tranny," I replied sourly.

Gerard's bottom lip quivered, his eyes filling with tears.

"I-I'm not trans," he said quietly. "I'm a boy."

"Doesn't look like it," I muttered in annoyance.

He scooted farther away from me, wiping away some tears that rolled down his cheeks. I huffed, looking away and closing my eyes again. The only sounds came from the coaches whistles and the sounds of feet kicking the soccer ball around.

"Alright, that's it for today," coach said. "Shower up and leave me be."

We all headed back towards the locker rooms where the others showered to wash away the sweat.

"New kid!" Coach called from his office, which was connected to the locker rooms.

Gee walked over, talking with him. Coach handed him a slip of paper, which was most likely his locker and locker combination that he was assigned to. I sat on one of the benches, waiting for the class to end so I could leave. Gerard was sitting on a bench opposite me, looking quite flustered with all the quite naked men around us. His face was bright red and his eyes were so focused on his lap it was obvious he was using all his power not to fawn over them.

And to be perfectly honest, I wanted to fawn over them too.

But I couldn't help but feel the slightest bit happy that I knew Gee was into boys. Which is completely absurd because it's not like it matters, I don't date people. I was waiting for Brendon to finish doing his hair and putting on his eyeliner. That man spends more time looking in a mirror than anyone else I've ever met.

"Let's go, Iero," Brendon said.

I looked up and saw he finally fully dressed in just a black t-shirt with black jeans.

"Took you long enough," I muttered.

He pulled me up to my feet, shoving me towards the door.

"What's the hurry?" I asked.

"I wanna head over to history quickly," he replied. "I heard there's a sub and he always leaves during passing time. I wanna go and switch the seats so you, Pete, and I are next to each other."

I nodded, walking over to the classroom with him. The bell just went off then and the halls filled. We went in as the class emptied and the teacher followed the students, just as Brendon had predicted. He went over to the desk where the seating chart was, erasing mine and Pete's names and putting them in the desks next to his in the back, moving those people into our spots.

"There," Brendon said triumphantly.

We sat in our seats, gesturing Pete back here once he walked in.

"So, what time is the party starting?" Pete asked.

"Like eight," Brendon replied.

"You think I can get with Lindsey?" He asked.

"Pretty sure that's a no," I stated. "She got annoyed with you last time because you wanted to do it in public."

Pete rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but we're not in public this time. Besides, she won't remember if she's drunk."

The rest of the class filed in and soon be teacher came too. He did roll call, of course butchering my name, and made sure we were in the right seats.

"You'll be doing this worksheet today, use chapter 47 in your textbooks for it," the substitute said, passing the papers out.

He handed us the papers but it was quickly forgotten on the corner of the desk. As it always was with substitutes, people just talked and used their phones.

"Have you invited the people yet?" I asked.

Brendon stared at me for a moment before cursing. "Shit, I knew I was forgetting something."

Pete and I rolled our eyes at our friend. He pulled out his phone, tapping the screen. 

"I'll just send out a mass text," Brendon said. "Is there anyone we're excluding?"

"Just the usual people," Pete said.

Brendon nodded, typing before setting his phone down. A few seconds later mine and Pete's phones buzzed at the same time.

"Why'd you text us?" I asked.

Brendon shrugged. "Maybe you needed a reminder of where I live."

Pete hit him on the shoulder and he laughed.

"Did you get the good beer or is it that gross cheap stuff again?" I asked.

"I got the good stuff this time," Pete said, rolling his eyes.

Pete was crumpling up a ball of paper, made out of the worksheet we were just handed. He chucked it at Mikey, who was sitting in his spot a few seats away. It hit Mikey in the head but he just ignore it. Mikey was also wearing glasses again so he must've gotten new ones or had a spare.

"Hey, any of you two seen Gee today?" Pete asked.

I noticed Mikey's head glance up slightly but it was quickly back down again.

"Yeah, he got switched into our gym class," I said.

"Dude, he was totally ogling over you," Brendon said to me.

"I'm sure he was ogling over all the naked people in the locker room," I said, rolling my eyes.

"You have a fag that fancies you," he teased, and I thought about wether that was true or not. "Id get the message clear now that you're not interested."

"How would I do that?" I asked.

That would break the poor boy's heart.

"How we always do it," Pete said, looking at me oddly. "Rough 'em up a bit, that's a pretty clear message."

"You guys, he's only a little junior, he's new to the school, we should lay off him a bit," I said sympathetically.

The two of them stared at me, making me bite my lip. They looked at each other and burst out laughing while I halfheartedly joined.

"Good one, Iero, you really got us there for a second," Pete said through gasps for breath. "That's hilarious. You're always the comedian."

"Yeah," I muttered. "Just a joke. Maybe I will rough him up a bit."

"Don't," we heard a voice say meekly.

We turned and looked at Mikey, who looked a mix between angry and nervous.

"What'd you say?" Brendon asked, unsure wether we had imagined it or not.

Mikey looked at all of us, taking a deep breath of courage. "I said don't, don't touch Gee."

"Why the hell do you care?" Pete asked.

"Because Gee doesn't deserve that," Mikey said.

"And I suppose you would like to fight me instead?" Brendon asked.

Mikey bit his lip, shrinking back slightly as all his confidence left. "Y-yes, if that would mean you don't touch Gee."

Pete smiled at him, saying a quiet, "Guess I'll be seeing you around then."