The One That Got Away
Chapter 13
Gerard’s P.O.V
The weekend seemed endless. I only called Frank one time and given he wasn’t going to call me back or ever talk to me ever again. That doesn’t mean that I can’t be worried. Right?
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Finally, it was Monday. I got up early, took a shower, and changed to look my best. That morning I learned two things, one was that my best made me look like a tortured artist. The second thing that I learned was that I need a haircut. My hair is about to touch my shoulders, if I don’t cut it by the end of today Anna is going to throw a bitch-fit, then take me to cut my hair.
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My day up until lunch was crap. Then seeing Frank made it shit. I was so eager to see Frank that I skipped lunch by a whole. Ray and Anna’s best friend were already there. As I sat down so did Anna.
“Gerard!”
“Yeah?”
“Your hair is getting way to long. I'm going to take you to go cut it today!” Oh no she did not just decide my hairs fate! It’s my hair; I can grow it up to my ass if I wanted to. She is no one to be telling me what I have to do with my hair.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me Gerard you’re going to get a haircut today,” and with that she turned around and started talking to her best friend, Margret. God I hate her so much, I swear sometimes I just want to strangle her. But the argument was over I was going to get a haircut, no matter how hard I tried to hide.
I was so deep in thought that I hadn’t noticed that Mikey and Frank had joined us. Just like last time we had lunch, Frank didn’t eat lunch but this time he was actively participating in the conversation. Then out of the corner of my eye I see that Frank has a HUGE bruise on his left cheek. What happened to him? I knew the moment I saw him leave my house that I should have gone out to look for him and bring him back. Jersey was a dangerous place especially at the hour he left. Oh. My. God. I'm the reason! I'm the reason why Frank got punched in the face! “Frank,” no answer. Fine he doesn’t want to talk to me, but it will happen he has me next period. But I can't wait that long. I took out my phone and texted him: Frank what happened to your face? Reply please? – X Gerard. A second later I saw him take out his phone, read the message, roll his eyes, and put his phone back in his pocket. Yeah he read it but why did he roll his eyes? Is he mad? Why is he mad at me? I didn’t do anything! Did I?
The weekend seemed endless. I only called Frank one time and given he wasn’t going to call me back or ever talk to me ever again. That doesn’t mean that I can’t be worried. Right?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Finally, it was Monday. I got up early, took a shower, and changed to look my best. That morning I learned two things, one was that my best made me look like a tortured artist. The second thing that I learned was that I need a haircut. My hair is about to touch my shoulders, if I don’t cut it by the end of today Anna is going to throw a bitch-fit, then take me to cut my hair.
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My day up until lunch was crap. Then seeing Frank made it shit. I was so eager to see Frank that I skipped lunch by a whole. Ray and Anna’s best friend were already there. As I sat down so did Anna.
“Gerard!”
“Yeah?”
“Your hair is getting way to long. I'm going to take you to go cut it today!” Oh no she did not just decide my hairs fate! It’s my hair; I can grow it up to my ass if I wanted to. She is no one to be telling me what I have to do with my hair.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me Gerard you’re going to get a haircut today,” and with that she turned around and started talking to her best friend, Margret. God I hate her so much, I swear sometimes I just want to strangle her. But the argument was over I was going to get a haircut, no matter how hard I tried to hide.
I was so deep in thought that I hadn’t noticed that Mikey and Frank had joined us. Just like last time we had lunch, Frank didn’t eat lunch but this time he was actively participating in the conversation. Then out of the corner of my eye I see that Frank has a HUGE bruise on his left cheek. What happened to him? I knew the moment I saw him leave my house that I should have gone out to look for him and bring him back. Jersey was a dangerous place especially at the hour he left. Oh. My. God. I'm the reason! I'm the reason why Frank got punched in the face! “Frank,” no answer. Fine he doesn’t want to talk to me, but it will happen he has me next period. But I can't wait that long. I took out my phone and texted him: Frank what happened to your face? Reply please? – X Gerard. A second later I saw him take out his phone, read the message, roll his eyes, and put his phone back in his pocket. Yeah he read it but why did he roll his eyes? Is he mad? Why is he mad at me? I didn’t do anything! Did I?
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