I Don't Love You

Frank and I left the office, as we were walking down the hall I saw a group of 2 guys walking towards us. When the lead guy got to us he stood in front of Frank. He towered over him, well truthfully everyone did.

“Hey Iero, who’s the new guy?” He looked over to me and sneered. I knew who he meant bad business. “Is it your new boyfriend?” I looked at Frank in surprise, Frank was gay? I never would have thought. Frank looked back to me with wide eyes and a look of horror. I bet no one had ever stuck with him when people were told that.

“No Cobalt he isn’t. He’s new.” Frank told this guy whose name turns out is Cobalt. I thought that was a horse’s name. His eyes lit up when he heard I was new. Oh no. He gave me an evil smile, I gulped.

“He’s new eh?” He looked to his right hand man. “Bob, maybe we should teach this guy a lesson.” Bob nodded, I slowly backed up. It’s not like I couldn’t take pain. Believe me, I could I just didn’t want to get beat up on my first day at this new school.

“How about we wait until end of school, that way he has all day to think about it?” Bob told Cobalt. Cobalt smiled and nodded.

“I like it, let’s do it.” He walked away with Bob, but not before pushing Frank. I helped him up, he wrenched his hand away.

“Gerard, you don’t have to pretend to be nice to me because you feel pity now that you know I’m gay and get bullied. Yeah that’s right I’m gay.” He told me with anger in his eyes and his voice cold.

“Frank, I’m not helping you because I feel pity, I’m helping you because you’re the only one who’s being nice to me. My own brother even ditched me. And I could care less that you’re gay. It doesn’t change who you are.” I told him, he just looked back at me surprised. Judging from that look, I doubt anyone has said that to him.

“No one has ever said that to me, thank you.” He pulled me into a hug, normally I would have shrunk away, but with Frank it just felt right. And I was right; I could put my head on his head. He pulled back. “We should probably be get to art.” I nodded and followed Frank to art.

“So you said you have a brother?”

“Mhmm,”

“Older or younger?”

Younger. Well I wouldn’t really consider us brothers, I’m fostered.” I told Frank. His mouth gaped open.

“Oh! I’m sorry to hear that! My cousin is actually fostered too but my uncle adopted him. But anyway, who’s your brother?” He told me.

“Mikey Way,”

“I know Mikey,” he smiled. “He’s such a sweet and nice kid.” Well that’s a relief to hear I guess.

We made it to the art class. When Frank opened the door everyone stopped working and stared at us. What are we a fucking circus? The teacher walked over to us. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a tight black shirt, with his black hair spiked up in front.

“Ah Frank glad to see that you have finally arrived, about time,” up close you could tell that Mr. Wentz was wearing eyeliner, it looked good on him just like it did on Frank too. There are those thoughts again. I sighed. Mr. Wentz looked at me. “Ah, you must be Gerard; I heard I was getting a new student.” He stuck his hand out for me to shake. I shook it, I noticed he was wearing black nail polish. What a cool art teacher. “I know Frank doesn’t’ have a partner so you can go and sit next to him.” I nodded and followed Frank to the back corner where he sat down. I put my bag down on the floor and turned to Frank. I didn’t know what to do.

“Psst, hey Frank,” I whispered to him and pocked his arm.

“What?” He answered he was drawing intently at his paper. I had a blank sheet and a pencil in my hand.

“What do we do?”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “We draw.”

I gave him a look. “No shit Sherlock, what do we draw?”

“Ohh, well since we’re working on people, Wentz told us to draw someone in our family that means a lot to you.” Frank explained to me.

Oh shit, of course it was that. I had no one in my family that I cared about. My parents abused me, my uncle did horrible things to me, and my first-fourth foster family neglected me. The only people to ever show me love was the Way’s. But I knew if I started to get comfortable with them, I would get taken away. That’s the way it always works. But if I wanted to get a good grade on this, then I better think of someone. A name came into my mind and I started to draw.

*** It was the end of the day. The day was alright. I sat with Frank at lunch, I did find out Mikey was in my lunch but he didn’t sit with me. I don’t blame him. Who would want to sit with me? I was waiting outside underneath a tree waiting for Mikey so we could board the bus together.

I closed my eyes for a minute; I felt a shadow land over me. I cracked them up to see Cobalt and Bob looming over me. My eyes widened I had forgotten bout Bob’s threat. I felt hands on my arms pulling me up. I dropped my back pack on the ground. I was being dragged somewhere. I had no idea where I was going. When we stopped I looked around. We were in an empty shed that was used to store unused sports equipment. I turned around and saw Bob shut the door. Cobalt walked towards me.

‘So Gerard, it seems you have a beaten that you have not yet had.” He sneered t me. My eyes went wide, I tried to take a step back but he must of saw. He signaled to Bob to do something. The next thing I know my arms are being held to my side and I feel fists and feet hitting me. A foot connected with my rib really hard, I heard a crack and then a sharp pain. I sucked in a breath of air. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t focus, everything was going dark. This was not good.

The last thing I remember before passing out was Cobalt or Bob punching me in the nose and warm blood trickling do my face, and then everything went black.

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