Tears, Secrets, and a Razor Blade.

I didn’t waste any time. Once I was fully clothed, I rushed out and down the stairs, muttered a “Goodbye” that trailed off into and embarrassed whisper, and ran out into the street. I didn’t even wait for a response from Mikey or Gerard. I was afraid to wait for one. Who was that guy? Did he tell them? I didn’t want to find out. I stood in the street for a moment, assessing what had just happened. {He saw me. In nothing but my underwear and bra. Crap.} I stopped thinking. And I ran. I ran fast and far till I couldn’t breathe, which got me pretty close to my house. I sat down on the curb to think. I plug my earphones in and decide on “But It’s Better If You Do.” by Panic! at the Disco. Maybe he won’t tell. Maybe I don’t have to be worried about this. And it hit me then. I knew him. He was in my science class. Before lunch. Fuck.

•Next day in science class•

I was right. He was in there. We had a substitute today, so instead of calling our first names, like our usual teacher does, she called our last names. I paid close attention waiting for him to respond. He finally said “Here.” when the substitute called “Iero?”. Hm. Iero. That’s kind of a cute last name. I mentally slapped myself. Gah, what am I thinking? I looked over at him and studied him, his figure. He was short, but still taller than me. We hadn’t been given class work yet, but he was writing something. I really wanted to know what. No, Charlotte. It’s not any of your business. I continued admiring his features. His hair, long black bangs, and short blonde sides. His eyebrows were oddly perfect. Oh, and that lip ring. Mmm. NO. STOP THAT CHARLOTTE. There’s no doubting that he is hot. Like, really hot. But there’s no reason for me to worry about my appearance. It doesn’t matter. I’m fat. My hair is horrible. I’m a depressed little piece of crap. No one wants anything to do with an “emo cutting freak”. I was deep in thought when I realized I was staring. And he was staring back, with a smirk on his face. I felt my face blush furiously as I swished my head back to my desk. I could here him giggle across the room. Well, there goes my chance at not having to talk about what happened. Just then he folded up what he had written and shoved it in his pocket, slightly blushing. He whipped out another piece if paper and began writing furiously. He looked over at me and smirked again. Oh gosh, now what? Finally, the bell rang.
I dashed out into the hallway and to my locker. I swung open the door, throwing my science book in. I took a few deep breaths and slammed my locker back shut. I turned around only to be face to face with… I still don’t know his name. He put his hands beside my head on the lockers, preventing me from moving. I didn’t say anything or move. I stood there, my jaw dropped on shock. But he didn’t look smug like I had expected. He had a pang of…guilt? embarrassment? pain? on his face. Whatever it was, it looked laced with sympathy or empathy. He didn’t say anything. He just looked down at the floor and shook his head. He took his hands away and walked off to Mikey, handing him a note. Whatever was written on it, it made Mikey blush. {Please, no. He told him. Oh crap, what is Mikey going to do?} Mikey’s eyes traveled up to me, and he smiled. He started to walk over, and I started to freak out. Mikey said “Hey, Cha-” before I interrupted him with a hasty “What?!”. He looked confused and said “Nothing? I noticed you were acting weird today. I was wanting to see if you and Xander wanted to come over for a movie marathon tonight. Would you care to?” “U-um, yeah, sure. I could use some fun.” I replied as he raised his eyebrow and said “Okay. See you at seven.”

•At the Way’s house•

Xander offered to walk me over. I happily accepted, not wanting to walk in Jersey alone. On our way over, me and Xander started talking. “So, what wonderful piece of cinema are we watching tonight?” I asked “Pff, heck if I know.” Xander said back. I scoffed at his uselessness. We arrived at the door, but didn’t bother knocking. We just walked in, greeted by three more faces than expected. I glanced over at Mikey, who was wearing a smirk. Xander spoke up “Who are these people?” Mikey looked to them and began naming them off “You know my brother, Gerard. Gerard, this is Alexander. The guy with the Afro is Ray. He is the guitarist in our band. Ray, this is Alexander and Charlotte. And lastly, this is-” Mikey was cut off bye the last guy saying ” I’m Frank, the awesome one.” It was Iero. The one who walked in on me. This is going to be an awkward movie marathon.

“So, what are we watching Mikes?” Xander asked. “Heuheu, it’s a surprise.” Mikey said back suspiciously. He ran into the kitchen grabbing tons of soda and junk food. He threw it on the floor in front of the couch . He put the DVD in, then screamed “Pick a seat!”. Everyone scrambled in a panic. There was one couch that could hold three people in front of the tv and a love-seat which holds two people sort of in the corner. I noticed Ray and Gerard ran to the couch. I ran to get the love seat, thinking Alexander was behind me. But it wasn’t Xander. It was Frank. Of course. He wants to torment me. I looked around nervously, noticing who sat where. Ray, Gerard, and Alexander sat on the couch. Mikey took the floor without complaint. I slammed into the couch hard, Frank following but twirling around and siting down softly as he smirked. Jerk. I glared at him, but he gave me an honest smile. He had a crapload of food and drinks in his arms, and when he sat down, he plopped it all in his lap. Once the movie started and the lights went off, Frank scooted closer to me, and whispered “If you want anything I have, just get it. You don’t even have to ask.” He leaned back over to his side as I sarcastically said “Uh-huh. I’ll do that.” I looked at what he had snatched out of the corner of my eye. Without looking at him, I leaned over and grabbed a bottle of of root beer and a thing of skittles. He looked at me and just smiled. Maybe he wasn’t a jerk.

•Near the end of the movie•

Almost everyone was asleep. I looked over at Frank who was happily drawing on Mikey. When I got a closer look, it was unicorns. That makes sense. When Frank got up and walked back to his seat, I got up and said Goodbye. I knew Frank was the only one awake, but it seemed rude to not say it. I had started to step over Mikey when someone grabbed my wrist. I turned around and saw Frank standing up. He pulled me into and awkwardly tight hug. I didn’t say anything. I was a little stunned. He jumped in front of me, turning around motioning me to follow. I skeptically agreed, tripping over Mikey. It woke him up, and he leaned up on his forearms. “What are you doing?…” He said sleepily. He was squinting and rubbing his head. Before I could say anything, Frank said “Me and Char are going to go hang out. See you later.” Mikey smirked at Frank and mouthed something I couldn’t understand.
I was in Franks car, and man it was unexpected. A cream colored bug, with a tan convertible top. It was adorable, I absolutely loved it. Finally, I piped up. “So, you’re going to drive me home, or…” I kind of trailed off at the end. “Actually, I really have to talk to you. How about we go to my house?” he said. I stared at him in shock. I don’t even know you. Yeah, you’re Mikey’s friend, but I don’t know who you are. “N-No. I rather not.” I replied. He seemed a bit confused. “Why?” He asked. “Because I don’t really know who you are. Just because you Mikey and Gerard’s friend doesn’t mean I automatically trust you.” I retorted. He looked offended, and made a dramatic response by gasping and putting his hand up to his chest, like a girl would when saying “Me?”, and he scoffed. “Well, since I’m such a suspicious character, do you want to go to your house?” He asked. I replied “I don’t want to do either.” He sighed in frustration, but said “Well, pick. This is really important. I have to talk to you.” “And why can’t we talk here?” I asked “You would probably rather talk about this alone.” He said “Well, um… fine. Text Mikey and tell him where we’re going, though. If I go missing, it’s on your hands.” I said. He laughed a little bit and got out his phone. He started the car and said “Oh, and your parents are going to be mad that you have a guy in the house when it’s pitch black out or anything, like, I don’t have to sneak in?” He asked. I giggled a little and said “No. My parents are almost always gone. Right now, they’re a couple of states away on a business trip.” I put air quotes around the word “business”. He frowned a little, cleared his throat, and asked “Where to?”

Notes

So...yeah. I guess that is a good place to stop. Please Please Please leave feedback. First fan fic so don't judge me!