What Do You Want? [DISCONTINUED]

9

(TW- mentions of salf-harm)

  The bell rings as I'm heading to advisory. I huff and turn to head to History. I'm telling Frank that the deal's off. I can't even fake date him. I stop at my locker and grab my stuff. I'm happy I didn't leave my mini bookbag with Gerard.

  I hurry to History, slumping down in the seat by Frank. He raises an eye at me before holding up his phone to me. Gerard texted him, simply saying "deal's off". I shrug.

  "We agree on something then," I respond simply.

  "You guys need to get along," he speaks, concern covering his face. I shrug.

  "It's been a day. If it's too big of a deal, I can find someone else to hang out with," I tell him. His face falls, and I feel like I kicked a puppy. He looks absolutely destroyed.

  "I promised-"

  "Frank, Gerard hates me. I can't help it," I interrupt him. Another kick. His shoulders slump, and he looks defeated.

  "I understand," he mumbles. I reach to grab his arm lightly, but he pulls away from me. Fuck. I fucked up.

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  After the class ends, I don't bother going to class. I head to my locker. Second day and already skipping. Mom's not gonna be proud, if she hears about it.

  I hurry out of the school, sliding down the stair's railing. It only takes me a few minutes to get home, surprising since my vision's blurred with tears. It takes me a minute to get my keys out of my bag, but I get them out. I slam the door behind me, before remembering my mom. I lock the door back before hurrying to my room. I shut the door, laying against it. I'm happy I have my own bathroom.

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  I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I changed into pajama shorts and a Green Day shirt, deciding today was too much stress to be wearing skinny jeans. I heard my mom leave a couple hours ago, which isn't surprising. She has weird hours.

  My phone buzzes, which means I probably got a text. They can wait, whoever they are. I sit up, flinching at the pain. Some are still bleeding. Whoops.

  I realize my phone buzzing like crazy. Is someone calling me? I grab it. No, I'm just being spam texted. All from Frank.

Fronk: where are you?
Fronk: i stg if you're not here
Fronk: Mikey and Ray both said you weren't in class
Fronk: and you're not here during lunch
Fronk: how dare you btw it's pizza day
Fronk: anyway, I'm grabbing my pizza and hurrying over
Fronk: the boys send their love
Fronk: aka Ray and MOIKEY
Fronk: *Moikey
Fronk: wtf phone

  I sigh before setting my phone on my bedside table, laying back down. The only way in is through the window with a broken latch, but he doesn't know about it, so it's fine.

  I close my eyes when I hear someone, most likely Frank, beating on the front door. I ignore it, and he goes away after a couple minutes. Perfect.

  I set my forearms on my stomach, laying on my back. I focus on my breathing, listening to the silence. Peaceful.

  Until BAM! A fucking shortass emo bastard practically breaks my bedroom door down. I jump up, looking at the sweaty emo, both of us breathing heavily.

  "WHAT THE HELL!?" We both yell, glaring at each other. I start to get up as he gets closer.

  "Why the fuck did you leave without telling me!?" He yells, waving his arms.

"You were upset with me!" I yell back, stepping closer.

  "So!? I was upset because you pushed me away!"

  "You've known me for half a week, Frank! You don't know my life!" I practically scream, pushing him. He grabs my arm, and I hiss in pain. He opens his mouth to retaliate, when he looks at me arm. He stops.

  "Shit. Goddamnit, hold on," he mutters, letting me go. He runs downstairs, and I stand there, absolutely embarrassed. I should've put on a longer shirt, he's going to tell someone now. Great. Just what I need.

   I hear his footsteps, and I see him come back, carrying his bookbag. He grabs my hand, pulling me to the bed. He grabs my shoulders and practically shoves me down before sitting beside me. He starts talking while he looks through his bag.

  "I told the boys I'm not going back to school. They asked if they should come over. I told them I'd have to ask. I also unlocked the door just in case they come over." He pulls out a small case, opening it to reveal medical stuff. He grabs my arm before grabbing some disinfectant wipes or something. Is that what they're called?

  "I told them I'd call when I have an answer. Answer soon, since lunch ends in five minutes," he tells me as he wipes my arms down. I hiss in pain before nodding.

  "If they want. I'm assuming it'll only be Mikey and Ray?" I ask as he grabs some ace bandage. He shrugs as he works on wrapping one arm.

  "He didn't say anything. I guess not," he mutters, kissing my palm before working on the other arm. My face heats up, and I look away.

  "W-What was that for?" I ask, looking at him.

  "Kisses make it heal faster! And I can't kiss them all, so the palm will have to do," He answers, smiling cheekily. I smile slightly. "Anyway, I should text them." He kisses my other palm before setting my arm down. He grabs his phone from his bag before hitting a button. Speed dial. Nice.

  "Yo Moikey! Get your asses down here, we're gonna watch movies and eat pizza!.... Yes, I'm eating vegan pizza, you dick. I'm not going to get pizza for you and not me... I don't know what movies! I'll grab some movies from my house or somethin'... Kay, see you in a few." He sets his phone down, looking at me.

  "Are you gonna tell the boys?" He asks. I look at my arms. I don't know...

  "If they ask-"

  "They'll ask," he interrupts, standing up. He grabs his bag and his phone. "Come on, let's go look through your movies."

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I apparently have a couple backup chapters, so here you go guys