Wanna Be Somebodies

Frank’s P.O.V.
Instead of hanging out at Luke’s as was intended, he gives me a quick tour of his dorm. His roommate, incidentally, is gay as well. His name is West, and he has shaggy thin blond hair that curls on the ends. He’s shy, but despite this, he approaches me, asking,
“Hey, I now we don’t really know each other all that well, but….” He takes a deep breath and proceeds, “Would you maybe want to go out with me sometime?”
“I’m sorry, I have a boyfriend,” I reply. I feel bad for letting him down, but he doesn’t seem at all upset by this. Instead of getting angry or moping like a lot of people would, he actually asks me about my significant other.
“Who is he?”
“Gerard Way,” I answer.
“Is he that weird vampire kid?” West questions.
“Yep,” I answer, more than used to this assumption by now.
“Aw, good for you!” West exclaims. “He’s a cutie.”
“I think so too!” I agree. “No one else seems to believe me. They also think he’s a freak.”
“I think he seems sweet,” West tells.
“Thank you!” I exclaim.
Luke smiles from the corner where he stands. “If you two keep fangirling, we’ll never make it to supper on time.”
My cheeks flame pink, but West just laughs. WE all go to supper together, and I scan the room in search of Gerard. I spot him sitting with August and Coulter, and decide to bite the bullet with sitting next to Coulter with the fact that Gerard will be three.
I nudge Luke, encouraging, “Come on, let’s go sit by him!”
“Oh, is the one with the black hair Gerard?” Luke asks.
I nod. “Yep, that’s him.”
Luke begins to start over, so West and I trail behind.
As soon as we approach the table, Luke sticks his hand out, greeting Gerard. “Hello, I’m Luke.”
“Gerard,” Gerard replies, easily taking his hand and giving it a shake. He stands, extending his hand to West as well, who accepts it. He refuses to let go, so I have to nudge him and whisper, “Westie!” for him to let go.
We all sit down, and Gerard gets into a thrilling debate with Luke over abortion. Gerard brings up Roe v. Wade, so I can tell that my boyfriend is much more into feminism than I would’ve ever suspected. Luke is pro-life, and Gerard pro-choice. You can imagine how these two oxymoron views clash.
Meanwhile, West stares at Gerard dreamily, playing with his own hair absently. I turn to look at August, who’s already finished eating because the kid’s an animal. I ask him,
“August, where do you stand?”
“Pro-choice,” August answers. “But I don’t like to argue.”
“Well, they’re not arguing,” I reason. “They’re just debating. But like, in a friendly way. You know, there’s no harm in it.”
“I hate conflict,” August whines. “I refuse to succumb to it.”
I roll my eyes, and walk over, sitting on Gerard’s lap. I kiss his cheek, and wrap my arms around his tiny frame.
“Whoa, PDA!” Luke chuckles, completely dropping the abortion topic.
Gerard and I giggle, and I kiss him once more to prove to Luke that he, nor the school’s policy of public displays of affection, can dictate me.
That night, I make the mistake of entering the bathroom on my floor. I’m only in there for about ten seconds, and I’ve hardly flushed the urinal when the doors bang open. I turn over my shoulder, to see no one but that Matt Ellis kids and a couple of his friends.
My heart skips a beat, and my hands fumble to zip up my pants because no way am I facing these guys with even the slightest possibility of my cock falling out.
“Oh, look who stumbled into the men’s room on mistake!” Matt guffaws. He walks over, placing an arm on my shoulder and backing me into the wall. “What the fuck are you doing in here, faggot?”
“I’m just going to the bathroom,” I answer, trying to cooperate as much as one can in this situation. I really just want to go to bed; it’s lights out in about five minutes.
“Well, that was a mistake, now wasn’t it?” one of his friends cuts in.
Matt laughs along with the rest of the idiots. Their laughing holds an eerie resemblance to the cawing of crows. “We’re going to have to punish you one way or another, Iero. Any suggestions?”
A lump forms in my throat, one that I can’t swallow.
“How about we take his clothes?” a boy calls out.
“Or we just hit him a few times, just a couple of good shots,” another offers.
“How about….” Matt growls. “We do both?”
I try to run, but Matt catches me around my middle and slams me to the floor. He’s at least four weight classes above me, so I’m absolutely no match. He pins me easily, and his friends all begin kicking me.
Matt spits on me, and my vision quickly goes blurry. I feel my heart rate go quicker and quicker, and all I can see and feel is the pack of boys on me, attacking me. The next thing I know, I’m crying and hyperventilating.
“Watch the pussy cry!” someone laughs. “Oh my God, he’s bawling!”
I roll into a fetal position, and Matt gives me a sharp kick to the ribs, cursing, “Fucking freak! Look at him; he’s panting like a dog!”
They all leave me, crying and gulping for air on the hard, cool floor of the bathroom. I slowly get up after God knows how long, and the short walk to my dorm feels like hell.
When I arrive, Coulter can immediately sense that something’s not right. “Frank, are you okay/”
I nod, tears falling down my face.
Coulter furrows his brows, and says, “I know you’re not alright, but I also know you don’t want to talk about it. You are mature and I respect your opinions, so wake me up if you change your mind and want to talk about it.”
“Thanks,” I choke out, my voice quaking. I roll over and go to sleep, tossing and turning throughout the night.

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