A/N: by Panic! At The Disco... Okay, I'll stop.
The bell rang after English. I had all my classes with Gerard and Bob, Frank and Ray too, but Gerard and Bob were closer. It was kinda like being slowly roasted over a fire on a spit. I would say something to Bob, and Gerard would touch me, in a more than friendly way.
This next period was lunch. We had one hour. I planned to hide out in the girl's bathroom after eating, and stay there in case these scary people tried to talk to me. I guess I'm antisocial. Oh well.... I can deal pretty well, though, I think.
I ran out of the room right before the teacher actually dismissed us. Apparently, the bell doesn't dismiss us, he does. Huh.
The teacher also had a few more things to say to the class. He was also too lazy to go get me. Guess who volunteered? Yup, Gerard Fucking Way. Great.
"Hey, sugar, where ya going? Teach wants us back in class!" he yelled after he caught up with me near my locker. I stood there with him for what felt like hours, but was really just a minute and a half until Frank ran up. Out of breath, "He said we're dismissed now." said Frank. He looked very awkward.
"Did I walk in on a couple moment, or something? There is so much sexual tension here, I could cut it with a knife." Frank spoke up after thirty more seconds of silence.
"Nah, Frankie. We're not together..." said Gerard, smirking. He pushed past me and added, so low only I could hear. "Yet."
Yikes.
