Frank;
It's Friday now and I'm practically flipping my shit, scared to go around every corner, scared to enter the bathroom during hall passing and even during class, I'm especially frightened during lunch. Greyson hasn't made a single move. He hasn't hit me, insulted me, or even tried to make conversation with me again. Is it possible that Alan's correct? Could Greyson really have changed and decided to put a stop to his hostile ways? I just can't find it in me to believe it for a second. There isn't a chance. He hates me, he always has.
Today is horrible, especially horrible. Why? Gerard is sick, so that leaves me to be alone during hall passing. I'm especially terrified today as well, because I have a hunch that Greyson is going to pull a move today for the soul fact that Gerard isn't here to get him back.
I'm currently in hall passing, quickly putting things in my locker and taking other things out. It's time for math and I just really don't want to go. No offense to the subject or the teacher, but I want to go home where I know I'm safe. I sigh as I grab my math binder, then close my locker and speed-walk down the hallway. I get shoved into and bumped around, but I honestly don't care. I'm paranoid as fuck, I honestly feel safer being surrounded by all these people having no one within a five foot radius where Greyson could easily spot me.
I successfully make it to math class and take my seat in the middle. Everyone is talking with their friends, but I van barely make out the conversations going on around me as all the words are getting mixed together. A sigh escapes my mouth as I rest my head on my desk, wishing for all the noise to go away.
The bell rings, signalling that if you aren't in your class, you're late. The chatter just keeps going even though Miss Williams has slammed the door shut and asked for silence.
"Hey! Shut your mouths!" She says louder, slamming her roster book on her desk. I would tell her that speaking over teenagers who are basically screaming at their friends won't work, but I figure she'll just have to get used to that. In my opinion, she should already know that with it being second semester and all, but, oh well.
She stands there, arms crossed, for a moment or two, waiting. Eventually, the chatter stops, my classmates get silent and have their attention set on Miss Williams. "Thank you for being quiet, but since you have wasted two minutes of my class time, I'll waste two minutes of your hall passing time." The entire class starts to groan and shout out complaints, but I sit in my seat quietly. Taking two minutes off won't affect me, my next class is just around the corner.
So, all during math, Miss Williams has been receiving death glares and middle fingers when she turns her back to us. It, to be quite honest, is pissing me off. If these people would just learn to shut the fuck up after the bell they won't get punished like that.
While Miss Williams is writing out how to solve the algebraic expression, I look up at the clock, seeing that we have three minutes left, plus the extra two.
People start packing up, closing their binders and notebooks, causing Miss Williams to turn around, looking quite angry. "What are you doing? There's still time."
"Not really!" A kid on front of me shouts, pointing at the clock.
"After this problem you will get your homework. Deal with it." She lets a little smirk grace her lips. Honestly, I like Miss Williams. She doesn't put up with people's shit. Most teachers here just pass things off without a care in the world, not her.
The bell rings, signalling class to be over. Everyone starts grabbing their things and getting up, ready to dash out the door. I stay in my seat, in no rush to leave— or get shouted at.
"Not so fast," Miss Williams says, "you have two minutes and I need to give you your homework." The two minutes pass quickly, filled with the sound of paper as it gets passed out and shoved into folders. It's also filled with these snobby cunts whispering to each other about how much they they hate Miss Williams.
"Okay, you are free to leave," she calls out, waving her hand around as if signalling us to get lost.
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The day finally ends with the shrill ringing of the bells all around the school building. Sighs of relief exit people's mouths as they rush out of my physics class.
I stand up, in no rush to leave, and walk out of the class slowly. By the time I make it to my locker, most of the students are out of the building, getting in their cars or on the buses to go home. I sigh and put my physics things in my locker and close it, just in time for an arm to get slung over my shoulders. Oh no.
"What's up, Frank," Greyson's familiar voice says.
"Um.. Getting ready to go home.." I answer, a bit of an attitude present in my voice that I didn't mean to put there.
"Well, yeah, but how've you been. You didn't answer me on Monday, Gerard was too busy cutting in," he says like it truly bothers him that Gerard was trying to make him leave.
"I'm good," I reply shortly, wanting to remove his arm from my shoulders. His arm is heavy from muscles and it's making me extremely uncomfortable.
"Just good? Nothing special happen? I haven't seen you in a while."
"Well, when you spend a lot of time just laying in the hospital, your not likely to have a great time. I'm fine," I reply, shoving his arm off and walking away.
"Oh, I see," Greyson says, grabbing my shoulder and stopping me. "I see. Now that you've gone two months without seeing me and getting put in your place, you suddenly think you say whatever the hell you want!"
"No, I'm just in a hurry to get home and, no offense, but I really don't want to talk right now. I'm not really in a great mood." I realize I'm digging myself a deeper hole with this one, but I seriously am not in a good mood, I haven't seen Gerard all day and I really just want to leave.
"Whatever," he growls and shoves me into the line of lockers next to me. After that, he looks around, then comes up to me and punches my stomach. I double over, holding my stomach with my arms. "Welcome back to Hell."
He walks away, going out the door and down the stairs. Jesus Christ, I hate that guy.
I sigh and walk towards the door, heading out and walking towards my house. I'm glad I don't live too far away, my stomach is starting to hurt and I really just want a nap.
I hitch my bag up on my shoulder and mope down the sidewalk, turning when I need to and not looking up from my feet. I eventually make it to my house and walk up the porch steps and open the door.
Mom's at work, I guess. I didn't check the driveway, but I don't see her and I don't hear anything. So, that just makes it easier for me to take a nap.
I walk up the stairs and toss my bag in the floor when I make it to my room. I kick my shoes off and take my jacket off, leaving both of them on the floor next to my bag. I have homework that I should probably do, but... Homework can always, right? With that thought in my head, I crawl onto my bed and pull the blankets all the way over me and close my eyes, hoping sleep will come easily.
I open my eyes slowly, squinting my eyes as the sun shines into them. I guess I didn't sleep long. I pull my phone out of my pocket and check the time: Five o' clock. Well, a little after, but who cares about technicalities?
I also have a few texts from Gerard, but I'll read those after I wake up a little get some food in my system. So, leaving my phone on my bed, I get up, the ache still present in my stomach, and go to the bathroom. I take a piss, wash my hands, and go downstairs into the kitchen. I open all the cabinets, looking for some chips or something because I really don't want to cook.
I end up finding some Cheez-Its in the back of a cabinet and grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
By the time I'm up the stairs, I've already shoved two handfuls of Cheez-Its in my mouth. I walk into my room and sit down on my bed, grabbing my phone to read the texts.
From Gerard:
Hey Frank how was school?
From Gerard:
Did anything happen with greyson?
I dust off the hand that I used to grab the Cheez-Its and hold my phone in both hands: School was fine, and nothing happpened.
I realize that lying probably isn't the best way to go about this, but I don't care. He's sick and I don't want to worry him with my problems. Besides, it was my fault anyways. I'm sure that of I hadn't said some of things, I wouldn't have gotten punched.
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Okay, here's a nice unproductive chapter!
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Okay! My question for you all this chapter is asking you to pick which story you would want to read because I want to start another one because sometimes I don't have ideas for this one or the collab. So, just comment which one you'd like to read! ((((they're all frerard))))
-First one is called Mates. It's a vampire story where Gerard has been spending about seventy years of immortality searching for his mate.
-Second one is called Look & Observe. Basically, Gerard is an outcast who is always observing people and writing it down in his journal.
-And the third is called I Miss You. Gerard and Frank have been dating for a while and then Frank has to move away. They decide to stay together, risking a long-distance relationship.
Okay! Please give me you guys' opinions, the one with the most votes or whatever is the one I'll write!
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