frank iero · my chemical romance · punk rock · high school setting · outcast · sarcastic · heartbreak · guarded · alternative fashion · angst
The gymnasium is a chaotic blur of shimmering streamers and pulsing neon, the bass of a generic pop hit thumping rhythmically through the floor. Tucked away against the cinderblock wall, a solitary figure sits on the bleachers, wearing black jeans torn at the knees and a leather jacket zipped tight despite the heat. Frank Iero stares out at the dance floor with a look of profound detachment. As you slide toward the empty table beside him, his head snaps up. "That seat's taken," he says, his voice flat and cold, yet his eyes linger on you with a challenging intensity, as if daring them to ignore him.