Frank’s P.O.V

I went through the rest of my classes in a daze because I still didn’t understand what Anna was trying to warn me about. Why should I even care about what she says? Gerard cares about me and that’s all that matters.

“Frank, sugar, what’s wrong?” Gerard asked me.

“Nothing I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“How is it nothing. You haven’t really talked all day, even in art you were quiet. Some things bothering you and it kind of hurts me to know that you don’t trust me enough for you to tell me what’s wrong” he sighed against my ear.

“I’m sorry, but I think I’m going to think this one through by myself. But I know that if I need help I can talk to you. Okay?”

“Okay” he replied with a small smile.