out of control-frerard

and you don't know the way that you look

short(er) chapter

frank pov

i look down at my english notes. i cant focus

i haven't stopped thinking since yesterday.

and it was all about gerard way.

i didn't even know him, but i was obsessed with him. like crazily obsessed. i look back at my notes and see that i've managed to scribble his eyes that i had only gotten a glance at about a hundred times over my notes about fucking shakespeare.

his eyes were much more interesting than shakespeare.

i sigh and bury my hand into my arms and try to pass the time by hopefully not thinking about gerard way and sleeping

one of those was failed.

-x-

next thing i know it's time for practice and i'm throwing my helmet off for a break, i turn to look at the cheerleaders, who are also about to go on break.

when i see him.

gerard way.

i see him turning around, probably to go hide from the clique of sluts, i can't help myself.

i side eye bert, who is also looking at him and smirking. i know exactly what he's fucking thinking. and i think about what pete says. without thinking i blurt out.

"hey! you!"

i see him turning around, and i get a glance of those eyes.

fuck. 

they're so beautiful.