At your Belleville high school, you’re fairly popular. You’re not one of those people who knows everybody, but you’re not ignored, and people like you quite a bit. You never really have any issues with anybody, except for one boy. Frank Iero. He’s this weird punk kid who’s kind of obsessed with you. He’s always trying to be friends with you, but you just can’t help but find him weird. You never really perceived him as a good guy, even though you’ve barely talked to him.

You’re sitting in class, the person you usually sit with being absent. When the teacher tells you to get into partners, you look around, seeing Frank looking directly at you.

You sigh, getting up and going over to his desk. You sit down, noticing how happy he gets.

“Hey..” He says. “How are you, uh, doing?”

You look at him, muttering an answer.

“So like, maybe, if this turns into a big project, I’d have to get your number..?” He says, taking his phone out.

“I don’t like boys like you.” you blurt out accidentally. His eyebrows furrow.

“What does that mean?” He smiles slightly.