Bandit Lee Way is my name. {EDITING ^~^}

B.L.W.I.M.N 4

The girls got sent in to see the principal first, and then about ten minutes later, I got called to join them. "Bandit, have a seat" The principal said, gesturing towards a chair next to Jenny. I sniggered, and remained standing. "Okay. Now you all are suspended for fight-"

"What? No! I can't be, there's a big game coming up, and there's the end of the year trip. I can't be suspended!" Megan yelped, not allowing the principal to complete his thought.

"Well you should've thought about that before you wanted to fight." He responded calmly, but his voice was bitter, and there was a look of utmost annoyance present on his features. "And you girls in particular are going to be using your lunch to clean the tables." He smirked, gesturing towards the cheerleaders. "As for you, Bandit, we're calling your dad right now to pick you up."

"Wait, don't I have to clean tables too?" I had fucked their faces up pretty badly, so I assumed I would be getting worse punishment. However, I brushed it off; I'd rather be on the principal's good side than cleaning tables.

"No, that punishment's for the girls who started the fight." He said pointedly.

"How do you know it was us and not her?" one of them inquired. A stupid grin was present on her cut-up face. It amazed me how easily she could make it seem like she was innocent.

"Because I have a witness, who wished to remain nameless who saw the whole thing." I beamed at this statement because I had a pretty good idea of who this anonymous witness was and I made a mental note to thank Mikey- That was of course, if he wasn't pissed at me for ignoring him all day.

After some impatient minutes of waiting, the secretary popped in- a cheerful, tall, red headed woman whose face was littered with freckles. She was however, stunningly beautiful, baring bright green eyes. She informed me that my dad was waiting for me up front. I gave a weak smile and nodded goodbye to both the secretary and the principal. I saw my dad only out of the corner of my eye and I could tell he wasn't happy. I trudged over to him without uttering a word, and we walked out to the lot. Ducking into the car, he gave me a quick glance before sighing and beginning to speak. "Bandit Lee Way, why are you fighting? Can you explain to me what happened?"

"These cheerleaders got pissed off because I didn't wanna talk to them, so they decided to swing at me in the hallway after lunch." I said honestly and turned my head back to the window- the scenery was nice, but I was intentionally avoiding my dad's disappointed gaze. He sighed again and returned his attention to the road, leaving the rest of the car ride to be enveloped by the silence.

Once we get home I stumbled up the stairs and straight to my room. After a few minutes I heard my dad crying accompanied by Frank's shushing noises of comfort. I put my work aside and flew downstairs to find both my dad and Frank in the kitchen. My dad was in Frank's arms, and Frank held on tightly, almost protectively as my dad cried "Dad, are you okay?" I asked. His head snapped up as they took note of me standing in the kitchen doorway. My dad was curled onto the kitchen floor tangled up with Frank and I could tell he's been crying since we got home. He had probably called Frank as soon as he felt it coming on. No one wanted him to slip back into old habits- especially his best friend of many years.

"Yeah B." he lies. I could tell by the fake smile on his face and the tear marks he wasn't alright. I didn't miss my mom and I knew he would get over it too. It just hurts to be left by someone you've trusted for so long.

"Okay, Dad I would like the truth please." I said to him with a sad smile. He was about to talk when the doorbell rang.

"I've got it." Frank announced bolting towards our front door. My dad really did look rough, from up close you could see that he had bags under his eyes and the whites were replaced with an irritated red. I felt sorry for him, I really did, but I hoped he would fall for someone who could love him back. A minute or so later Frank's head popped into the kitchen.

"Hey, Bandit, there's a guy looking for you." Frank said, shooting me a wink when my dad wasn't looking. I sighed and walked over to the door to find Mikey standing awkwardly. I chuckled lightly at his mildly bewildered expression and gave him a smile.

"Hey Mikey, what's up?" I mused as he returned my smile. I could tell he was relieved to be talking to me instead of Frank. That's when I realized that he had just seen Frank Iero in my house.

"I, um, why is Frank Iero in your house?" He somewhat panted. I mentally face palmed myself for not telling Mikey about my dad's career.

I sighed, "Gerard is my dad." I had every reason not to tell people my dad was in a famous band. Last time I told someone, they faked being my friend just to get a taste of fame. It wasn't fair to me, so the only logical option was to keep it to myself.

Mikey blinked at me for a little longer. "Oh, I- I should've guessed. You know, with the last name and-and- I..." He trailed off staring at his feet.

"Do you want to come in?" I asked him a bit exasperated. He gaped at me before regaining composure and stepping through the space I had allowed him to slip in through. With the doorway now vacant, I guided Mikey to the living room and shut the door.

"I heard you got suspended." Mikey stated after taking a seat on the couch. I simply shrugged, letting him know that I really wasn't in the best of moods to talk about what had happened with the obnoxious cheerleaders. Besides, I figured he would've heard the story already anyway.

"So, what brings you to my dwelling?" I asked taking the seat next to him.

"You promised you'd help me catch up in my classes." He replied, a slight blush making its way onto his pale cheeks.

"Oh, right, sorry, I had forgotten about that. Did you bring your stuff?" I questioned and he nodded, sliding a backpack off his shoulders and unzipping it. He produced a book from his bag and set it down on the coffee table.

As Mikey was pulling out his books and writing utensils from his bag, my dad emerged from the kitchen slightly tear-stained, but certainly in a better condition than he was before. "Dad, this is Mikey." I said once I caught my dad's questioning gaze. "He just moved here and I'm helping him catch up."

"My brother's name is Mikey," My dad smiled. He and uncle Mikey always got along really well. They were practically inseparable as kids since they couldn't go out much. Growing up in Belleville called for some sacrifices. The crime rate was simply too high for kids to roam the streets, so dad and Mikey were left to watch wrestling together as opposed to skating.

"I know." Mikey chuckled, "I'm a bit of a fan." He admitted with a blush.

My dad smiled at this muttering a "See you later" over his shoulder as he made his way up the stairs leaving Mikey and I to study. I shut the running television off and turned to the dark haired boy to my left.

"So," I sighed. "Let's get started, shall we?"