A/N: *IMPORTANT: Frank refers to Gerard as 'she' but Gerard refers to himself as 'he' so Gee will use both he/she pronouns, sorry if it causes confusion!*

6/22 edit: NO, Gerard is not transgender, genderqueer, agender, gender-fluid, etc. Gerard is cisgender but mistaken as a girl because he sometimes wears skirts and heels. clothes are genderless

Chapter 1

"She's the tear in my heart; take me higher, than I've ever been. My heart is my armor, she's the tear in my heart, she's a carver, she's a butcher with a smile, cut me further,"

Tear In My Heart by twenty|one|pilots

It always mesmerized him how she moved; after all, he was a horny heterosexual, and she had this way of walking, her hips moving slightly from side to side, but not too much, which indicated it was definitely not on purpose. Placing one foot in front of the other, with those sky high heels like she was the star of the catwalk.

And she was, in a way.

Frank noticed the rest of the students lusting after her too. He saw their gazes fixated on her pale thighs, on her delicious calves, on her plump ass. She was truly the star of the catwalk, even though she walked on linoleum flooring and through hallways to get to her first class of this Friday.

Gee Way, known for being the most beautiful woman on campus. Sibling of Mikey Way, the dork with the glasses and great taste in music, and friend of Lindsey Ballato; they were like the queens of Belleville University, walking in their tight black clothing and sporting red lipstick.

Rumor has it that Gee had a secret, and a big one at that, but no one except Lindsey knew it, and the thing is, it wasn't actually a rumor; everyone knew that Gee Way hid a secret, but no one dared to ask either of them, since Lindsey had punched one too many people for it to be clear what would happen if they asked.

"Damn," Pete Wentz released next to Frank, releasing a low whistle after the comment, eyes fixated upon Gee's skirt-covered ass.

"I know," Frank breathed. They (all the boy population, and even some girls) stared at Gee breathlessly as she reached her locker and met with Lindsey, who briefly greeted her with a warm smile, and they started chatting as they traded books with the metallic lockers the university provided.

Suddenly, Lindsey's eyes met Frank's, and like a deer caught in the act, he looked down at his beat-up Converse embarrassedly. She whispered something to Gee with a smirk, and the latter turned around to look at poor ashamed Frank, who was still frowning at the tiled, dirty floor.

"Dude," Pete elbowed him, and the shorter man's eyesight shifted again to the two girls, and saying he was surprised to find Gee herself looking at Frank with a lip caught between her small teeth would be an understatement.

With his mouth agape, he watched Gee seductively biting her lip and then smile, making his heart beat even faster. The world seemed to continue around them, and the chattering of students made his gaze break away from Gee's.

When he looked back at her, she was talking to Lindsey as if nothing had happened, as if Frank was just a little nothing, yet another boy lusting after her, exchanging giggles and laughs as they walked away from their lockers.

And boy, oh boy, was Frank crazy about the mysterious creature by the name of Gee Way.

"If only she was mine, dude," Pete lamented, sucking his teeth in and making a loud noise, forcing Frank to look back at his somewhat asshole of a best friend. Frank snorted.

"You and the rest of the boys in campus, Wentz,"

"Don't pretend you don't like her, Iero. She's so fucking hot," Pete dreamed as Frank opened his locker and shoved some books in it, taking out his massive Design textbook and nearly falling to the floor with how heavy it was. But Frank didn't think of Gee as hot, more like beautiful, sexy, like she was the prettiest girl at the party and could prove it with a solid right hook.

Gee looked so delicate, almost like that porcelain teacups your grandma has when you go to her house, as if Gee would break if treated too roughly.

With her shoulder-length fiery red hair, pale skin and round features (all but her pointy nose), Gee was the definition of beauty herself. Of course there were other pretty girls, Alicia Simmons, for example, the girl who had an on-and-off thing with Gee's brother, or Jamia Nestor, Frank's kind-of-friend-but-more-like-acquaintance, but no one was as astounding as Gee.

Frank had only seen Gee in skirts and leather jackets, and admittedly, he did stalk her Facebook, resulting in the discovery of a nice picture of the girl herself in a long, loose Misfits shirt, and what appeared to be panties peeking under the grey piece of clothing. Damn, how Frank loved that picture.

It was like his dirty little secret, much like the song by The All-American Rejects but less cliché. But kind of not, because she had over a thousand likes, and he was sure more than half the guys at uni masturbated to that picture every night. What? No, not Frank!

He only masturbated to it once, okay? Fine, twice... Okay, perhaps a few times, but that doesn't matter.

He respected her and her body, but man was she sexy. Frank hated that all the boys liked her as much as he did. She probably saw him as 'just another boy', but that look... That eye contact they shared, it was something, right?

Or at least that's what Frank Iero thought as he walked to his very first class of this much awaited Friday in the cold weather of New Jersey. He rubbed his gloved hands together, regretting the day he thought it would be a rad idea to cut off the fingers of his gloves, because it was really fucking cold, and all he had was a shirt and a jacket on.

Opening the door and entering the class, Frank sat at his usual seat in the back as some of the students were already in the class, whereas some were a bit late. His mood noticeably lifted when he realized Gee was in his class, and he watched the back of her head from his seat in the back; he was about three desks behind her.

They both took Design since Frank was studying to become a graphic designer and (from what he had heard) Gee was studying to become an artist. Frank had seen some of her stuff, and damn, was she good at art. If you gave her a few pencils, or paint, or a simple pen, she could draw you the most beautiful piece of art you've ever seen, and it was just another thing that added to her perfection. Frank exhaled dreamily.

What am I? A teenager? He thought as he cleared his throat and straightened on his seat, trying to eavesdrop on Gee's conversation with the girl sat next to her, who Frank recognized as Alicia Simmons, before mentioned, the third vertice of the triangle... if the group of friends was a triangle, of course.

"Linds knows her," Alicia commented, with a small shrug of her shoulders, as Gee bit the tip of her pencil in thought, and finally nodded.

"Okay..." She mumbled hesitantly, but she was most definitely not an alien, well, she might as well be out of this world, with how gorgeous she was. "Fine. Fine, okay," Gee added with more confidence than before, and Frank wondered just what the fuck these girls were up to.

-

"You're telling me you want to hang out with me, Frank Iero, right now?" He repeats the words his kind-of-friend Jamia Nestor had spoken, in the exact same way, but Frank's speech was laced with an incredulous manner.

"No, with your grandma," Jamia rolled her eyes, completely done with Frank. What was wrong with wanting to hang out after college with her friend? It's not like she was bribed with her band's new CDs by a peculiar bass player beauty to invite Frank to a coffee, because come on: first of all, Jamia was very much heterosexual, thank you very much, and what kind of person wants to mess with their friend? "It's just at the park, Frank, besides, we haven't been together after college for years,"

Frank narrowed his eyes. There was definitely something suspicious about this, but he nodded his head anyway, praying to every God up there that this wasn't another set-up with one of Jamia's cousins, oh Lord, I don't think Frank could handle another of those.

"Yay!" Jamia squealed, and held onto Frank's upped arm, almost digging her nails through his jean jacket as she practically dragged him.

"I can walk, thank you very much," Frank commented to no avail, since the petite woman kept carrying him like a child to the park, and in fact, that's exactly where they were headed. Jamia stopped suddenly, making the tattooed man collapse against her back and stumble backwards. "Jesus fucking Christ- Jamia."

"Yes, Frank, dear?" She replied in a fake sweet tone, knowing what Frank was about to say. And props to you if you guessed it, though you get absolutely nothing at all, Gee Way was sitting in the bench in all her glory, a cigarette between her lips and her long legs crossed one over the other.

"Tell me it is a complete coincidence that Gee Way is sitting right fucking there," Frank breathed, his nostrils flaring. Don't get him wrong, he could stare at the beauty for all his life and he would not become bored, but he could already sense himself being clumsy and awkward in front of her.

"Oh! I didn't even notice that!" Jamia giggled, grabbing Frank's hand in a death grip and, yet again, dragging the poor boy like a rag doll to Gee Way and Lindsey Ballato, who was unnoticed by now. "Gee! Lindsey!"

Both girls snapped their heads up at the sound of their names, and Lindsey smiled, jumping up from the bench whilst Gee put away her cigarette.

"Hey, Jams! This is Frank Iero, I presume?" Lindsey's eyes trailed to Frank, who, like a scared child, was hiding behind Jamia. "You guys should join us, we were just hanging out,"

"I don't see why not," Jamia sent a smirk at Frank, who was trying very hard not to stare at the way Gee's skirt rode up her leg. "Hey, Gee," She nudged Frank in front of her, making him trip over his feet slightly, but catch himself and awkwardly scratch the back of his neck with flushed cheeks.

"Uh, hey, Gee," God, her name felt like a breeze past his lips, like a new word that only made reference to the most beautiful things. Gee sounded like the name of a flower, or a shade of pink, it was delicate and smooth, like the woman herself.

Gee smiled. "Hey, Frankie,"

Jesus holy motherfucking cow she called me Frankie. Was the only thought that ran across Frank's mind at that moment, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest at any moment.

"Hey," He breathed, unaware that he had already greeted the gorgeous human being in front of him.

"He's weird," And Jamia Nestor just had to ruin the moment. Now don't hate her, because the moment was just in Frank Iero's head, and because for the first time in forever (in the world of fan fictions), Jamia isn't a complete and utter bitch.

"You're weird," Frank retorted back, frowning and glaring at his friend like she just cock-blocked him massively, when, in fact, she saved him from being even more awkward. She raised an eyebrow at him. A clasp of hands interrupted their stare and stole their attention, both their heads snapping towards Lindsey.

"I say, we all go get coffee or something,"

And that's how Frank Iero ended up hanging out with Gee Way, and in that period of time, he considered himself the luckiest man alive- or on campus, whatever. Lindsey and Jamia had somehow convinced them to go to a smoothie place, where they all ended up getting gigantic beverages the size of Frank's head and sitting in a booth.

Jamia soon got engaged in a conversation with Lindsey, leaving Gee and Frank to either talk, or drown in the depths of an awkward silence, and somehow, Frank knew it was the plan all along.

"So, Jamia told me you play guitar?"

Frank nodded. "Yeah, I love guitar," He grinned sheepishly, looking at Gee and then back at his strawberry smoothie, considering it rude to stare at her face, despite how attractive she was.

Despite this feeling, Gee was feeling the opposite way. Gee was bluntly looking at Frank's face, thinking the way he was trying to hide it with his long fringe was cute, and Gerard was resisting the urge to run his fingers through it, or push it to the side.

Cute. That was the word Gee would use to describe Frank Iero. He was cute, adorable, like a small puppy you want to hug and cuddle forever. He was even cuter when he thought Gerard couldn't see him looking at him in the hallways. Gee was oblivious to the way everyone stared at him in the hallways, even though every single one of his friends had mentioned it to him; he only had eyes for Frank.

But Frank was heterosexual, and he thought Gerard was a girl, like the rest of the male population at university, and perhaps of town.

It wasn't his fault that he liked to feel pretty and dress in skirts and apply make-up. In his eyes, clothes did not have a gender, so he could wear whatever the fuck he wanted, if he was mistaken by a girl: that was society's problem, not his. He was a man and he wore skirts and heels, problem? Well he looked pretty damn hot, so fuck you very much.

"Guitar? That's hot," And that's how Frank Iero chocked on a sip of strawberry milkshake, resulting in a concerned looking Gee and a few hits to the former's chest. "You okay?"

"I, uh, yeah. Do you? Play any instrument, I mean," He quickly added, embarrassment flooding his cheeks. Gee Way had called him hot, well, she had called playing guitar hot, but he played guitar.

"Not really," Gee scrunched her nose in that adorable way, and Frank fought his urge to swoon right there. "I would like to hear you sometime," She grinned, and Frank found himself nodding almost too eagerly.

"Are you free tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow, how about next weekend though? Saturday?" Gee proposed. What are you expecting? He had plans, his life wasn't revolving around hanging out with Frank, but goddamn he was excited for being with Frank... Not to mention alone. Frank nodded with a smile. "It's a date then," And a small smile played on Gee's lips as well.

"If you want it to be," Frank found himself smirking, leaning closer on the table, careful not to spill his smoothie. Gee also leaned closer, as if to give their flirting more privacy.

"It's a date then," Gee repeated, making his point clear. Frank grinned.

"Can't wait, Gee," He spoke, by now, they were leaning as far as they could, speaking in a low tone and unaware of Lindsey and Jamia sitting next to them, too busy preparing their date. And they were both pretty damn excited for said date.

"Can you two just like make out already," Jamia laughed, and Frank leaned back, hiding his face with his fringe again, whereas Gee just smiled amusedly, the fact that he was going on a date with Frank Iero still shocking him to his very core.

-

"You little fuck, you did not get a date with Gee Way," Pete looked at his friend with an incredulous look sketched on his face, eyes comically wide and frozen in his spot after the midget he called a friend spilled the news as to why he had been so damn happy on a Tuesday morning. Frank nodded smugly. "Prove it, Iero," He defied, narrowing his eyes.

"Here," Frank confidently spoke, looking at Gee, who had just entered the classroom, and waved at her, and when Gee saw him, she waved back with a smile, clutching her notebooks with the other. She made her way to where Frank and Pete Wentz where sitting, and chose the sit right in front of them, and turned to her side to face the boys.

"Hey, Frankie," Gee smiled flirtatiously, and then turned his attention to a very shocked Pete and furrowed his eyebrows, searching for a name to place on Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III's face. He was attractive, yes, but he couldn't remember his name at all. "Sorry, uh, what's your name again? I feel silly," He smiled sheepishly.

"Pete, Peter Wentz,"

"Oh! That was it! Sorry, again,"

"Don't even worry," Pete was being honest, because it wasn't everyday you got noticed by the prettiest girl in school, let alone she spoke to you, and sat so close you could smell her natural flowery scent. Pete ignored the fact that she had forgotten his name and the fact that she was sat there only because of Frank, but Frank had scored the lottery if he got a date with this hot girl.

Gee turned to Frank. "What time should I be at yours on Saturday?"

"Afternoon sounds good? Give me your number so I can text you the address," And Pete Wentz simply stared incredulously as Frank Iero exchanged numbers with the hottest girl in school, because damn, it had to be illegal to be that hot.

-

Hello, we meet again!

So, this is the reason why School Hours hasn't been updated in over a month... Sorry ( /-\ )

But in my personal opinion, this story is much better written since my writing skills (and smut) has improved a lot after I started using Wattpad and third point of view provides a much richer read for you guys :)

I do plan on finishing School Hours! I just needed a break from it. I will still update Boxers And Boxers as well, I'm just working on better and bigger projects.

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