It felt as his heart were going to explode by how fast it was pounding inside his chest there Gerard trailed nervously after his science teacher. Not only felt it like it was about to jump out of his chest, but he could feel it pound loudly in his ears and leap in his throat - choking him.

Gerard had no idea why Mr. Iero made him so nervous or maybe it was the fact that the teacher he maybe had a huge crush on had caught him when he was about to skip his P.E period, well Mr. Iero didn't know that, but Gerard didn't trust himself, especially his own mouth, in Mr. Iero's presence.

He desperately tried to calm himself down by squeezing his sweaty palms into fists and pressing his bitten nails into the clammy flesh. It didn't work as he had hoped for as he could still feel and hear his uneven and hitching breath.  

Gerard hoped he wasn't in some sort of trouble, well he wanted Mr. Iero to give him a detention right now so he escaped the dreadful P.E class, but he knocked a teacher down, not on purpose of course, but still.

Gerard vaguely remembered Mr. Iero saying something about it, but he was never really sure when it came to teachers. He could point out more than one teacher at his old school saying the exact same thing, that he wasn't in trouble, but then later getting a phone call from the school saying how disappointed they were of his behaviour.

Gerard shook his head trying not to think about it, a panic attack was the last he needed right now.

When he noticed Mr. Iero stopping and turning to face him, he almost crashed into the said teacher again.

"Are you-," Mr. Iero stopped himself, but sent him a concerned and questioning look before opening the familiar classroom and holding it open so Gerard could walk in first.

"Just take a seat, but not too far in the back, okay?" Gerard heard the soft click of the door being closed filling the silence after Mr. Iero's deep voiced stopped.

Nodding, Gerard swallowed dryly and placed himself on one of the desks right in front of the teacher's desk.

"So," His science teacher pulled his chair out as he scanned Gerard's face for something. "Care to tell me what's on your mind, Gerard?"

Blinking, Gerard tilted his head slightly confused. Where was the scolding? Or had he just been so nervous that he had heard what he wanted to hear? Gerard didn't really know.

"You don't have to tell me what you feel or something personal, I just want to know why you were in such a hurry in the direction towards the exit." Mr. Iero raised his eyebrow in amused manner as if the idea of skipping school was funny.

"I-I," Gerard bit his bottom lip, gnawing on it harshly in conflict of what he should tell his teacher. "I d-didn't want to have P.E. I'm s-so sorry, Mr. Iero." He quickly added at the end.

Surprisingly Mr. Iero chuckled and shook his head softly before looking at Gerard with reassuringly half lidded eyes.

"You don't have to be sorry, Gerard. I didn't- well don't like P.E." He corrected himself and scrunched up his nose when he mentioned the word P.E.

"But," He started softly looking at Gerard as if he searched for something again. "Do you mind me asking why you don't like P.E? Most of the kids who skip usually hide behind the bleachers, they do not walk hurriedly towards the exit looking like they're about to pass out." Mr. Iero's voice had taken a softer and more concerned tone when he finished. His eyes had changed too.

Gerard just had to avert his eyes for a second, Mr. Iero had seemed so sincere and caring and that scared him, but he would try he thought.

"I - eh," Gerard swallowed again concentrating on not looking into Mr. Iero's comforting eyes, he wouldn't be able to look away if he did.  

"I don't like to change in front of others." He spoke in one breath, feeling small tears prick in the corner of his eyes, but he quickly got a grip of himself and began to gnaw on his lip again feeling the metallic taste on the tip of his tongue.

He glanced up waiting for his teacher to say something only to feel his breath hitch when he saw some familiar feelings flash in Mr. Iero's eyes.

It was first confusion, then recognition, shame, anger and frustration, and lastly understanding.

Gerard felt himself getting confused too, where was the pity he certainly didn't need? Or the false concern?

(wild is the wind came on and I'm not ready for crying)

"I see," Mr. Iero sent an uncertain smile towards him. "Well you are more than welcome to stay here now and every other P.E period whenever you feel like it, I'll write you a note or something."

Gerard didn't know whether to cry or smile, but most of all he wanted to hug Mr. Iero.

-

Pete was a mathematical genius.

He just got it and did it; it had always been that way.

However, the question was if he used his knowledge like Mrs. Wentz and his teachers wanted him to?

No.

He hated how the society wanted him to use math, he didn't want to be an university nerd studying to be a teacher, a mathematician, a scientist - anything his mother wanted him to be.

He tried to find other ways he could make math fun again, but none of his experiments or attempts had worked - well until now.

Pete Wentz was trying and succeeding in making hooch, poteen or illegally made alcohol if you may.

The worst part was probably that he was good at making it.

Well not at first of course.

The first samples had made him move into the bathroom for a couple of weeks, he had never puked so much in his life.

It got better after the first ones, he may have thrown up once or twice, but after as he tried new recipes and tried some of his own twists here and there, it calmed down to stomach-aches.

Where he did math in this you ask?

Pete managed to make his own precise recipes and calculate the right amount of alcohol percentage. He'd also calculated how much he would earn if he sold it. Let's just say a lot.

The hard part was how to get this out on the marked without getting caught and arrested.

Craigslist.

And if this would fail he would go over to making hydrogen.

I hope you like this update!

I just had a science test this Friday and it was horrible  ;-; let's just say that our teacher have lived in norway for 28 years and we can't understand him when he talks, pluss he doesn't make sense at all. And the fact that he just goes through the chapters he doesn't like too quickly for us.

I will try to update more frequently, but honestly I don't think I'll update on usual days seeing as my class has a new test/presentation/group project every week.

I'm just waiting for the weekend to come so I can watch rupaul's drag race and write. 

Oh and can we appreciate guys who watch rupaul's and helps with finding you the episode you can't find?

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