You're someone you're not

It'd been a few days since I'd drawn Frank and now I can't stop. He was everywhere. The arch of his eyebrow. The veins on his knuckles. The curl of his hair. Even his favorite pair of jeans and the tear in the left knee. That's what my life became. Instead of school being school it became the way the school colors looked like Frank's eyes at night or how the classroom doors were the same hue as Frank's skin.
It was safe to say he was my muse. Some version of him ended up on all of my worksheets and tests, in every page in my notebook. It'd had gotten to the point where Christa and Mikey were getting a bit freaked out.
"Are you sure you're not obsessed?" Mikey said after seeing the drawings when he asked to copy my homework. Yes me and Mikey have the same math class. He's a genius and I'm, well, not.
"No I'm not," I said angerily jabbing him in the ribs and pulling the notebook away from him and stuffing it back into my backpack.
"Becuase it sure looks like it," Mikey mumbled and dodged my swat. While I was occupied with Mikey Christa took the oppernunity to grab the notebook again. God it wasn't even that bad. They should see my history notebook...
"Eh he's alright. When me and Ray started dating he would send me and mixtape like everyday. I thought it was sweet but everyone thought it was creepy, it helped that he has great taste in music, though," Christa said in my defense handing me back the book.
"And it's not like I'm showing these to him He's only seen one drawing I've done. He liked it," He far more than liked it. I think Frank's words were 'You are so talented you deserve to get laid' not the most eloquent, especially paired with the fact that he was sloppily kissing my jaw, but it got the point across. I smirked at the memory.
"Mmhmm I'm sure he did, loverboy" Mikey nudged me. I blushed laughing. Mikey is all knowing. I don't know how he does it. Maybe he's psychic.
"Shut it!" I ducked my head as the bell rang.

Mikey had to do some school project thingy and left me to walk home alone which was fine with me. It was nice out this afternoon despite the fact that it was early october. Wow time moves quickly. It feels like just yesterday I was smoking in the park with some punk kid, no idea I'd end up falling in love with him and doodling him in my notebboks like a damn school girl.
I could use a smoke, something to make my blood rush that wasn't Frank Iero.
"HEY!" A voice shouted. At first I didn't think it was at me. I just kept walking the smiths in my ears, but when a hand grabbed my shoulder I wanked out my earbuds.
"Who are you?" I turned to the man who'd just pulled me. He was actually a boy, well a group of boys maybe my age or a bit younger. I recognized their school uniforms they went to saint jude.
"Shut up!" One of them said and before I had time to react I was being pulled down an alley way. I thought I'd be done with alleyways after I left jersey. Guess not.
"So this is the little fag that's fucking the president's son. Not much is he?" The same boy who told me to shut up said. He seemed to be the leader. Two boys grabbed either side of me pinning me against the wall as the leader roled up his sleeves. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there.
It wasn't like I hadn't gotten the shit kicked out of my before, it's just never a pleasant experience. I groaned leaning my hit against the wall so when he hit me it wouldn't slam back against it. A trick I learned in middle school.
"I always knew that kid was a fairy, Frank Iero, his daddy, too. Do you think he fucks him? Does little Frankie take it up the ass for daddy? No wonder our contry is so screwed up it's run by some liberal cocksucker," Each word the boy punched me. I could feel the warm blood running down my face dripping off my chin. I realized why the two boys were there, not to make sure I don't run away but, to hold me up.
But despite everything I was still enraged by him. He was worhless scum But I wouldn't even tolerate worthless scum talking about Frank like that. I spit blood at him, realising about halfway through what a horrible idea it was.
It landed right on his face. He gasped wiping it off with a menacing glare. Gerard why do you have to be such a fucking idiot you are in no position to spit on him you are already fucked up cmon.
"Cunt," He spat kicking me with all his might in the balls. I screeched. Pain ran through me pulsing everywhere. The two boys let me go as I sank to the ground curling up in pain. Pain so much pain. Holy fuck I will never have kids. Not that I wanted them just I don't even have the option now. My vision was blurry it was that bad.
"Dude you didn't have to do that" one of the henchmen said.
"Yes I did he could've given me AIDs!" The leader shouted. I don't have AIDs you fucktard.
"Good point," The other boy said.
"Cmon let's just get out of here" One of the henchmen said pulling the leader away from me.
" I'm glad you won't be able to fuck for a month you filthy cocksucker!" He spat on me and threw what looked like a tabliod at me. The three boys ran out of the alley way. He wasn't kidding about the not being able to fuck for a month thing. I think I might be bleeding.
Somehow. I don't know how I managed to make it home clutching the newspaper not daring to look at it yet. I opited for the elevator rather than the stairs just because I don't think I could handle it. Mikey was on the couch when I got home. His eyes immediatly widen when he saw me.
"Ice," I demanded slouching down on the couch. I winced. Mikey returned with a bag of peas which I grabbed and put on my junk.
"Don't you want that on your eye or something?" Mikey asked sitting on the coffee table in front of me.
"No my dick needs it more," I groaned. Mikey raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
"What's this?" He leaned forward grabbing the paper. I sighed shrugging. Immediatly Mikey's face drained with worry and fear. My heart beat faster. What could it be? Not anything important, right? Maybe kim kardasian had a bad swim suit or perez hilton got a new dog. It was just a gossip magazine it couldn't be anything.
"Fuck," Mikey said in a whisper.
He handed me the magazine. The cover held three photos. The first one was a picture of me and Frank in line at the smashing pumpkins concert smoking the next was us kissing in line, me practically on his lap, and the third was us exitting the concert our arms wrapped around eachother. Those were the lights. Frank told me they were just for some online blogs nothing would be printed and there would be nothing to worry about. He knew more than me and I trusted him.
In bold print the title read 'The president's son secret gay life?'
Well shit.

Notes

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More to come so much more to come.

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