That's Not My Name ➳ Frerard

Chapter Two: Wanna Go Emo Boy? (Oh Wait That's Me)

"You know, now that I'm thinking about it - it's not really that big of a deal. You should drop this and we should go on with our lives, please?" Ray pleaded. The fear was obvious on his face.

Frank looked to Ray with annoyance literally radiating off of him, "What the fuck is up with you? All I want to do is ask why the fuck we're pretty much twins. Is that so much to ask?"

Ray scowled, "He's gonna fuck you up if you say a single thing to him. So yes, it is too much to ask - unless you wanna die. Do you want to die Frank Iero?"

He only rolled his eyes though and pushed his way through the large crowd of people that seemed to litter the halls and soon found his way to the office where he needed to find out what his schedule is.

"Whatever, Toro. You drama queen." Frank walked up to the secretary. "Can I have my schedule?"

"Name?" She asked, her long fingernails typing away on the black keyboard.

Frank cleared his throat, "Frank Iero."

She hummed a thanks and started typing again. There was then a click of the mouse and the printer across the room started making some noises.

The women, or Ms Thomas as her name tag read, stood up and walked over to the printer and grabbed the warm piece of white paper. "Here you go, Hun. I'm sure Ray here will show you around the rest of the way."

Frank nodded quickly and walked out. "I don't need your help Ray, I got this and that locker will just go unused so..."

He added a short wave and turned on his heel but was stopped by Ray's hand coming out and roughly grabbing his shoulder. "Let me see the schedule, Frank."

Frank bit his lip and argued against himself for a second before sighing and handing the kid with he afro the paper.

"Holy shit!" Ray exclaimed with wide eyes. "This is...this is getting weirder by the minute man. I'm pretty sure this is the exact same class order that Marilyn has."

"Are you sure?" Frank asked with a scrunched up nose and a face full of disbelief. "That's awfully cliché, you know that right?"

"Well, duh." Ray rolled his eyes, "But - it's just. Do you think this is still all a coincidence?"

"Yes Ray. Some of it is a little freaky, but it's nothing abnormal or anything. Just weird. Now let me get to class." Frank huffed and wrenched the paper back before storming off to his apparent first hour and away from his paranoid best friend.

This Marilyn guy couldn't be all that bad, could he? Besides for that fact that him and Frank had a 95% chance of pretty much being the same person.

Frank entered the math classroom and took a seat, mostly everyone was already seated so he assumed that class was doomed to start anytime now.

"Um hey!" The teacher called. He looked up, his white hood falling over his face slightly so that no one could see him. "Frank, is it?

He nodded.

"We don't tolerate hoods, so if you could take it off then that would be great," The male teacher smiled a small smile at Frank.

He obliged by pulling it off, earning a few gasps from the people are around him.

"Frank? You can't - what's on your face?" The teacher spluttered.

"It's makeup," Frank shrugged. "Look -" he pointed to the girl next to him, "She has makeup on, and so does she. I think I can wear it."

He sighed, "I suppose you can-"

Just then, a guy with heavily suited in black walked into the class. "What the fuck is he doing here?"

-

To say that Frank was mildly confused was an understatement. He hadn't even seen this guy in his whole life and then he just walks through the door and demands to know his presence in this room. Weird...

"Marilyn, please take the hood off." The teacher asked somewhat nicely as if it would trigger him to act if being snapped at. "You know the rules.."

"Yeah right." 'Marilyn' sighed and took the trench coat off, smoothing it out on the back of the chair and Frank almost wanted to gasp himself when he saw Marilyn's face.

Ray wasn't lying when he said that they looked alike.

"Okay then...so as you know. Frank here is our new student. He just moved from Newark and should be treated with respect just like all of you," His eyes flashed over to Marilyn, (who Frank swore was not his real name) who just stared blankly at the desk in front of him.

"I'm Mr Whitmore, the others will introduce themselves within time, now let's get on with class." This teacher seriously seemed a little too happy to be a teacher. But Frank knew none of them would introduce themselves. The only way they would is if that's a "hey faggot, what's up with the girly makeup?" and then a slam into the lockers. Yes, it's all happened before and yes, Frank has tried to stand up for himself but just wound up with a broken hand or black eye.

But of course you could never see the black eye due to the black makeup.

Frank didn't know this Marilyn kid, but apparently Marilyn knew knew him. Because he was staring over at Frank and it was getting creepy.

He kind of wondered why everyone would call him Marilyn. Frank didn't know his real name, but he did know that that was not his real name.

Frank coughed awkwardly before turning to the infamous Marilyn. "Why are you staring at me? May I help you?"

He squinted his eyes behind the black paint. "You really don't remember, do you?"

Frank shook his head slowly, "I don't even know what you're talking about."

He hummed thoughtfully, "What was your favorite birthday?"

"What?"

"You heard me!"

"Eh hem, Marilyn - Frank. Please be quiet I'm trying to teach," Mr Whitmore announced with a still cheerful tone.

Frank just shook it off and flipped his notebook to a clean page.

He then mumbled, "Everything's fuzzy before the sixth grade."

I just want to say that I will be making up stuff in this that isn't even true. Have you ever heard of the blood brothers thing? Yeah? That doesn't apply in here - because you can get sick by doing that but no. Just read and don't diss me out because something's not right - it's supposed to be weird and it's my story. So...yeah