Anything But Ordinary

5: Jack's Gym Class Crack

Frank Iero's POV

"Gee," I muttered through the deafening silence in the chemistry classroom. "Help me. I don't know what's going on. I tried to do it on my own, but I just don't get it."

Gerard stared at me blankly. "Frank, it's simple chemistry. Are you sure you don't get it?"

I glared at the paper and its complex equations. "Yes," which caused Gerard to sigh in exasperation. "They're hard!"

Gerard laughed. That sexual fucker. "Frank, you literally just have to balance the equations, it's not that hard."

"Well," I muttered, "It's kinda hard."

Gee gave me a weird look, probably because I used the same word, which he had taken as an innuendo, twice. "Whatever, Iero." He shook his head and went back to his equations, that I saw were almost finished. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to just take a peek at his answers, so I did, glancing at them.

It wasn't such a good idea.

"Mister Iero!" the teacher shouted from the baord. "Keep your eyes on your own paper!"

I looked down in shame. Oh well, I made a mistake and got caught. Gerard looked at me and laughed, not even hinting at being mad. I suspected he would've been, I mean, I was trying to cheat off of his paper.

"Really, Frank?" Gerard smiled, making me giggle a little. I don't giggle, ever. Except for around Gee.

"Your chemistry is just . . . irresistible." We both cracked up, along with Gerard's brother, Mikey. He shouldn't be in chemistry -- he's only a sophomore -- but he doubled up on sciences to graduate a year early.

"Mister Iero! Do I have to send you to the principal's office? What has gotten into you?" the teaher shouted, even more forcefully than before.

"Sorry, Miss Vergara," I said, shrugging. "I'll be quiet."

Andy Biersack's POV

"Dude, are you sure?" muttered Mike Fuentes to Ronnie Radke, the world's biggest asshole.

"Yea, He left us, just ditched us. He knows things, now. He went back to the people that he had been picking on, and they just let him. He needs to learn a lesson."

"Aren't you scared of him? At all?" I asked.

"Why would I be? Sure, he looks intimidating, and found a way to get tattoos over the summer even though he's underage. I can take him. He needs to pay." I almost asked 'how did he hurt you in any way?', but then I didn't. I was scared of Ronnie. Everyone at Barrington High was, so I just nodded.

How I was picked to be in a band of 'thugs,' I don't know. I was tall, sure, but I was really thin. I wasn't intimidating. I didn't like it -- I'd rather have a group of actual friends. I used to, in middle school -- CC, and Jinxx, and a few more, but Ronnie persuaded me to join his thugs. I lost all touch with my other friends when he did. It was rough, starting over. I sure as hell didn't like it, but I couldn't leave Ronnie's thugs. I didn't know, persay, what he'd do, but I sure as hell didn't want to be on the recieveing end. Ronnie was an evil little man with a cruel wrath. You don't want to get in the way of that.

I just felt bad for the poor guy they were talking about.

Jack Barakat's POV

"This might be one of the most important days of the year for you juniors," he shouted. "You have one chance to make a good introduction of yourself to the rest of your class, because you lazy asses were too lazy to play a sport. Welcome to junior P.E."