Emo Trinity x Reader (Book 2)

Frank Iero x Reader - Lunch Time

Requested on Tumblr
Reader: female
Warnings: friends who are kinda assholes
Word count: 1 739
A/N: I went to a school with mostly preps, and I can't ever remember having a single emo/punk kid in school, except for me but I didn't look it back then. And I was THE social outcast. So popular always has kind of a negative touch for me, plus I kinda don't have a feeling how popular and punk go together. Let's try it.

Climbing out of the school bus, you took in the building I front of you. These grand, old walls, as your principal liked to call them, looked just as bored as always. Sometimes you wondered whether if buildings had feelings, they would suffer together with the students in there, or whether they would not care at all, just like the teachers did not seem to care. Walking past several different groups of students, the stoners, the cheerleaders, the footballers, the preps, you spied a familiar mop of black hair. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, and quickly you wanted to walk over to the student, whose mere name made your heart beat faster, but in just that moment your name got called. Knowing that once your friends had seen you, they would not leave your side, you turned around, and gave up your plan on talking to the cute boy.

Frank had heard someone shout for you too, which meant you were not too far away, and quickly he turned around to see whether he could spot you. And of course there you were, leather jacket, cute skirt, ripped tights, and heavy boots, your hair carelessly pulled into a messy ponytail. There would never be a moment where seeing you would not make his knees weak. You were absolutely perfect to him. You were funny, cute, stood up for what you believed in, were brave and keen on learning about many things. He would have loved to hang out with you sometimes, even if he had not been as much in love with you as he was, just because he admired the enthusiasm which you put into everything you were interested in. He knew that so well because as kids you had spent almost every afternoon playing together, since you were neighbors. But now problem was that, at least during school time, it was impossible for him to get close to you. You were one of the popular girls, one of those people who effortlessly managed to surround themselves with awesome friends, without even having to try. And Frank was... well... Frank. He wore ripped jeans, washed out band shirts that were several numbers too big for him, had close to zero friends, and most of the time all he could think about was music. Now he watched you walk away, your back turned to him, your steps confident as always, and he wondered when you had grown apart so much.

At lunch time, you were already sitting around a huge table with most of your friends, who were talking about throwing a party on Friday evening, when you saw Frank standing in the middle of the lunch hall, looking lost. His oversized shirt hung down on his slim shoulders like a potato sack, and seeing him look for a table all on his own broke your heart.

Lifting your hand up, you waved.

"Frank! Come sit with us," you shouted, hoping you had been loud enough for him to hear you over the noise of chatting students.

"What are you doing," your friend Liz hissed, pulling on your arm to get it down.

"Inviting him to sit with us, obviously," you answered confused.

"Do you really want him to sit with us," Carl, another one of your friends, asked.

"Yes, I do," you answered slowly, almost threatingly, "why wouldn't I?"

"But he's like... the school's loser!"

You could feel how rage started bubbling inside of you, but instead of being hot anger, it was like ice water suddenly streamed through your veins.

"What did you just call him," you asked calmly, and all of your friends knew that now you were pissed off, since it was well known how much you hated people looking down on others.