She's the Prettiest Girl in the Club and She Can Prove It With a Pair of Brass Knuckles

After Jamia had her date with Jake they then became inseparable just as she was when she was with Frank. Jake would make Jamia giggle and blush but when he decided to make a joke or make her laugh he was in the wrong. When he wanted Jamia to come over for dinner with his Mum or just to simply hang out his answer was always 'sorry Frank I'm going to Jake's for dinner' or 'sorry Frank Jake and I are going on a date'. This Jake was a nobody till they started hanging out. God knows what he wanted with Jamia. Attention? Popularity? Her virginity? Fuck knows but it was starting to piss Frank right the fuck off.

They were walking home together Frank on the left and Jake on the other side holding her hand swinging slightly as they talked about the date from the previous night. All Frank was thinking about was how he could shove Jake in front of on coming traffic and save Jamia from his evil charms. What did Jake have that he didn't? Oh yeah Jamia.
“So Jamia..you wanna hang out this afternoon? Since we haven‘t hung out in a while and yeah..“
Jamia's and Jake's conversation died down immediately and they both stared at Frank as if he was an alien.
“No I’m really sorry Frankie I have to study for this physics exam on Friday..“
Jamia said, looking down and biting her lip. Frank sighed. He should have known that she’d say something like that. She just didn't wanna hang out with Frank and he knew it. But hey, maybe she really did have to study this time. Who knew. And Frank was indeed pretty sure that Jamia wouldn't lie to him for no reason.

Since Jamia didn't have time for Frank, he decided to hang out with his good friend and band mate Hambone after his band practice with Pencey Prep. They had been a band for a little longer than a year now and stuff started to shape really well for them. Just another 4-5 songs and they should be able to record their first record and maybe even go on a mini tour. So Frank was of course more than excited.
Him and Hambone had arranged to go meet at the mall to go get food and be a pain in the ass for all the shopkeepers there. Because truth being told, they always stole at least one thing in every shop they entered. As they were walking down the aisle in Franks favorite record store, Hambone nudged his shoulder.
“Hey dude..not trying to be nosy or anything but didn't Jamia say she had to study?“
“Uhm yeah she did..why?“
“Well she’s kinda here..looks like a date to me.“
Frank's eyes went big and he immediately turned around and indeed, saw Jamia and Jake walking hand in hand into a clothing shop.
“WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT FUCK FOR FUCKS SAKE WHAT IS SHE EVEN DOING?!“
Frank yelled and shook Hambone's shoulders. He laughed loudly as everyone in the record shop gave Frank nasty looks.
“Dunno man, but lets spy on em!“

Frank went along with the plan and followed the pair around the mall wincing every time Jake did something cheesy and Jamia just sucked it up like a sponge. God knows what shit he was filling her head with. They were there half an hour before the annoying couple stopped and had a quick peck on the lips before walking into the most embarrassing place that looked like a cheap 50's diner to accommodate billions of teenagers knee deep in snog juice mixed in with various flavors of milkshake.

Frank and Hambone hid behind one of the many decorative plants near the bar peaking round shoving each other to get a better look at Jamia and the ass hat.
"Quit fucking pushing me I can't fucking see you ass!"
Frank bickered quietly shoving him back once more.
"It was my fucking idea I wanna look too!"
Hambone replied shoving Frank's head down when mall security gripped his shoulder lifting him up straight looking into Hambone's eyes straight lifting Frank up by his collar.
"Haven't you boys got anything else better to do besides from spying on teenagers dates?!"
"Yes sir you see my friend is right over there and we were gonna surprise her as it's her birthday..." Frank lied with a smile playing it cool as he would say.
The guard shook his head and let them both go
"Teenagers....."

Hambone sighed and both of them looked at the couple again only to see Jake's tongue down Jamia's throat. Frank just literally threw up in his mouth. Frank had seen enough. He was fucking done with htis whole shit Jamia put him through the last couple of weeks. Yes having a boyfriend is great and time consuming, but lying?! Frank just couldn't wrap his head around that. So he did the only thing that he thought was right in this moment. He grabbed Hambone by the collar and dragged him into the cheap ugly as fuck diner.
"Dude what the..what are you doing?!"
Hambone questioned, staring at Frank wide eyed.
"Confront the liar and the ass hat."

Frank went to the counter, and made sure that his presence was clear to everyone around. He ordered a chocolate milk shake although he couldn't even drink milk without his stomache tying up in knots. But he did not care one bit about that right now, he had a mission. As Frank turned around with his milkshake in hand, he locked eyes with a way too familiar pair of hazel orbs staring at him in shock.
"Oh hey Jamia..what are you doing here? Doesn't look like studying to me.."
Frank said coldly, staring into Jamia's eyes.
"I..uhm..it's none of your buisness."
Frank was completely stunned by this reply. It was none of his damn buisness? Really?
"What the fuck do you mean it's none of my fucking shitty business huh? You lied to me about going on a date with Mr. douchy here cuz you didn't wanna hang out. What the fuck am I supposed to think?!"
Jamia blushed in embarressement and closed her eyes for a second, before staring straight into Frank's eyes.
"You know what Iero? You had your damn chance. And now you can't stand me being around other guys can you..thats cute. But you may leave now and let me enjoy my date in peace."
Jamia then turned away and looked at Jake once again, who was smiling at her sweetly. Hambone was looking at Frank with concern and tried to make him leave the diner, but it was already too late. Frank completely lost his cool at how his 'best friend' was treating him.

"WHAT HAVE I POSSIBLE DONE TO DESERVE THIS SHIT JAMIA?!? I'VE DONE NOTHING! BUT YOU'RE PUSHING ME AWAY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE HAS THAT I DON'T!" Frank yelled at her pulling at his own hair in frustration. By now the whole diner was staring at the group of teenagers. Jamia just sat there holding herself as he yelled, tears forming in her eyes threatening to fall but didn't as she knew he was right. It wasn't fair on how she treated him because of she had a boyfriend. She was pushing everyone away and keeping Jake as close as physically possible

"FUCKING SAY SOMETHING AND STOP FUCKING CRYING!"
Frank hit his fist on the table as Jamia looked at him in shock, her eyes wide and tears now freely falling down her pale cheeks.
"Frank..I-I..."
"Don't talk to my girlfriend like this, who do you think you are punk?"
Jake suddenly said, standing up and walking straight towards Frank, who had his fists clenched by his sides.
As Hambone saw Jake approaching, he immediately went up to Frank and looked Jake dead in the eye.
"Uhm duuuh who invited you in the conversation assfuck?"
"Well since my girlfriend is getting attacked by little faggots who have nothing better to do then stalk her then of course I'll get involved. And why bother huh? What are you in love with her Frank is that it?"
Frank looked at Jake and then back at Jamia. He was seriously thinking about killing him right here but he chose not to do that. What had grandpa Frank told him?
'Sometimes it is better to let go of certain things that hurt.'
So Frank did just that. He looked back into Jamia's eyes, smiling weakly.
"I'm out of here. Come on Hambone. Bye you bunch of liars."
With that being said, Frank left the diner, the mall and also something else. He left Jamia Nestors life.

Notes

DUN DUN DUN! Chapter 4 is up, and hrrrr it's actually the first chapter I post so hell-o readers. I hope you enjoy the story or whatever this is supposed to be. and just so you know, comments wouldn't hurt ;)
-xoxo, Paco.