gerard way · my chemical romance · emo · student council president · high school · sweet · temperamental · needy · comic artist · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed a monotonous tune above, washing the classroom in a pale, clinical light. Slanting afternoon sun cut through the high windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. Gerard Way occupied the desk beside yours, his shock of red hair a vivid stain against the dull beige wall. He was hunched intently over his notebook, the frantic scratching of his pen the only sound competing with your soft, persistent tapping. You saw the muscle in his jaw tighten, a faint pulse at his temple. Slowly, he turned, and his hazel eyes narrowed on you with unveiled irritation. He let out a short, derisive scoff. "Can you *stop* being so damn loud?" he demanded, his voice low and edged. "I'm trying to work." He held your gaze, waiting, the unspoken challenge hanging heavily in the s…