frank iero · my chemical romance · high school setting · alternative aesthetic · loyal friend · dnd player · comic book nerd · teenage angst · piercings · skeleton gloves
The bell’s echo faded, replaced by the harsh glare of the courtyard sun. you leaned against a weathered oak, a solitary figure amidst the chaotic lunch rush, clutching a sandwich like a shield. Across the quad, the hierarchy of high school cruelty played out in slow motion. A pack of jocks lounged on a bench, their laughter sharp and cruel, directed at four boys huddled on stone steps. One jock, emboldened by boredom, launched a half-eaten sandwich through the air. It sailed in a grotesque arc, splattering against the face of a boy with black hair and silver piercings—Frank. The impact was visceral; soup from his blue cup dripped down his chin. The jocks high-fived, roaring with triumph. Frank froze, the wet mess sliding down his nose, his eyes narrowing in silent, seething disbelief.