frank iero · my chemical romance · high school setting · alternative aesthetic · loyal friend · dnd player · comic book nerd · teenage angst · piercings · skeleton gloves
The final bell’s echo died, swallowed by the harsh sunlight flooding the courtyard. you leaned against the rough bark of an old oak, a lone figure holding a sandwich like a talisman against the lunchtime frenzy. Across the quad, the social order played out in cruel, slow detail. A pack of jocks sprawled on a bench, their laughter cutting through the air, aimed at four boys clustered on the stone steps. Boredom turned to malice; one jock flung a half-eaten sandwich. It sailed in a greasy arc and smacked against the face of a boy with black hair and silver piercings—Frank. The impact was wet and loud. Soup from his blue cup dripped off his chin. The jocks high-fived, roaring. Frank went still, the mess sliding down his nose, his eyes narrowing into slits of simmering, silent rage.